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Smith
outweighed
her
,
but
muscles
acquired
handling
patients
twice
her
size
enabled
her
to
dump
him
into
the
big
bag
.
Then
she
had
to
refold
him
somewhat
to
allow
her
to
close
it
.
His
muscles
resisted
force
,
but
under
gentle
pressure
steadily
applied
he
could
be
repositioned
like
putty
.
She
padded
the
corners
with
some
of
Ben
’
s
clothes
before
she
closed
him
up
.
She
tried
to
punch
some
air
holes
but
the
bag
was
a
glass
laminate
,
tough
as
an
absentee
landlord
’
s
heart
.
She
decided
that
he
could
not
suffocate
quickly
with
his
respiration
so
minimal
and
his
metabolic
rate
down
as
low
as
it
must
be
.
She
could
barely
lift
the
packed
bag
,
straining
as
hard
as
she
could
with
both
hands
,
and
she
could
not
possibly
carry
it
any
distance
.
But
the
bag
was
equipped
with
"
Red
Cap
"
casters
They
cut
two
ugly
scars
in
Ben
’
s
grass
rug
before
she
got
it
to
the
smooth
parquet
of
the
little
entrance
way
.
She
did
not
go
to
the
lobby
on
the
roof
,
since
another
air
cab
was
the
last
thing
she
wanted
to
risk
,
but
went
out
instead
by
the
service
door
in
the
basement
.
There
was
no
one
there
but
a
young
man
who
was
checking
an
incoming
kitchen
delivery
.
He
moved
slowly
aside
and
let
her
roll
the
bag
out
onto
the
pavement
.
"
Hi
,
sister
.
What
you
got
in
the
kiester
?
"
"
A
body
,
"
she
snapped
.
He
shrugged
.
"
Ask
a
jerky
question
,
get
a
jerky
answer
.
I
should
learn
.
"
The
third
planet
out
from
Sol
was
in
its
normal
condition
.
It
had
on
it
230
,
000
more
human
souls
today
than
yesterday
,
but
,
among
the
five
billion
terrestrials
such
a
minute
increase
was
not
noticeable
.
The
Kingdom
of
South
Africa
,
Federation
associate
member
,
had
again
been
cited
before
the
High
Court
for
persecution
of
its
white
minority
.
The
lords
of
women
’
s
fashions
,
gathered
in
solemn
conclave
in
Rio
,
had
decreed
that
hem
lines
would
go
down
and
that
navels
would
again
be
covered
.
The
three
Federation
defense
stations
swung
silently
in
the
sky
,
promising
instant
death
to
any
who
disturbed
the
planet
’
s
peace
.
Commercial
space
stations
swung
not
so
silently
,
disturbing
the
planet
’
s
peace
with
endless
clamor
of
the
virtues
of
endless
trademarked
trade
goods
.
Half
a
million
more
mobile
homes
had
set
down
on
the
shores
of
Hudson
Bay
than
had
migrated
by
the
same
date
last
year
,
the
Chinese
rice
belt
had
been
declared
an
emergency
malnutrition
area
by
the
Federation
Assembly
,
and
Cynthia
Duchess
,
known
as
the
Richest
Girl
in
the
World
,
had
dismissed
and
paid
off
her
sixth
husband
.
All
was
normal
.
The
Reverend
Doctor
Daniel
Digby
,
Supreme
Bishop
of
the
Church
of
the
New
Revelation
(
Fosterite
)
had
announced
that
he
had
nominated
the
Angel
Azreel
to
guide
Federation
Senator
Thomas
Boone
and
that
he
expected
Heavenly
confirmation
of
his
choice
some
time
today
;
all
the
news
services
carried
the
announcement
as
straight
news
,
the
Fosterites
having
wrecked
too
many
newspaper
offices
in
the
past
.
Mr
.
and
Mrs
.
Harrison
Campbell
VI
had
a
son
and
heir
by
host
-
mother
at
Cincinnati
Children
’
s
Hospital
while
the
happy
parents
were
vacationing
in
Peru
.
Dr
.
Horace
Quackenbush
,
Professor
of
Leisure
Arts
at
Yale
Divinity
School
,
issued
a
stirring
call
for
a
return
to
faith
and
a
cultivation
of
spiritual
values
;
there
was
a
betting
scandal
involving
half
the
permanent
professionals
of
the
West
Point
football
squad
and
its
line
coach
;
three
bacterial
warfare
chemists
were
suspended
at
Toronto
for
presumption
of
emotional
instability
–
all
three
announced
that
they
would
carry
their
cases
,
if
necessary
,
to
the
Federation
High
Court
.
The
High
Court
upset
a
ruling
of
the
Supreme
Court
of
the
United
States
in
re
eligibility
to
vote
in
primaries
involving
Federation
Assemblymen
in
the
case
of
Reinsberg
vs
.
the
State
of
Missouri
.
His
Excellency
,
the
Most
Honorable
Joseph
E
.
Douglas
,
Secretary
General
of
the
World
Federation
of
Free
States
,
picked
at
his
breakfast
omelet
and
wondered
peevishly
why
a
man
could
not
get
a
decent
cup
of
coffee
these
days
.
In
front
of
him
his
morning
newspaper
,
prepared
by
the
night
shift
of
his
information
staff
,
moved
past
his
eyes
at
his
optimum
reading
speed
in
a
feedback
executive
scanner
,
custom
-
built
by
Sperry
.
The
words
would
flow
on
as
long
as
he
looked
in
that
direction
;
if
he
turned
his
head
,
the
machine
would
note
it
and
stop
instantly
.
