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She
did
not
talk
.
Mike
could
talk
while
on
extended
time
,
if
necessary
,
but
it
was
awkward
to
converse
while
they
were
running
on
different
time
rates
.
Instead
she
thought
with
mild
nostalgia
of
the
life
they
were
leaving
,
calling
it
up
in
her
mind
and
cherishing
it
,
some
of
it
in
Martian
concepts
,
more
of
it
in
English
.
She
had
enjoyed
it
very
much
.
All
her
life
,
until
she
had
met
Mike
,
she
had
been
under
the
tyranny
of
the
clock
,
first
as
a
little
girl
in
school
,
then
as
a
bigger
girl
in
a
much
harder
school
,
then
under
the
unforgiving
pressures
of
hospital
routine
.
The
carnival
had
been
nothing
like
that
.
Aside
from
the
easy
and
rather
pleasant
chore
of
standing
around
and
looking
pretty
several
times
a
day
from
midafternoon
to
the
last
bally
of
the
night
,
she
never
had
anything
she
actually
had
to
do
at
any
set
time
.
Mike
did
not
care
whether
they
ate
once
a
day
or
six
times
,
and
whatever
housekeeping
she
chose
to
do
suited
him
.
They
had
their
own
living
top
and
camping
equipment
;
in
many
towns
they
had
never
left
the
lot
from
arrival
to
tear
-
down
.
The
carnival
was
a
closed
little
world
,
an
enclave
,
where
the
headlines
and
troubles
of
the
outside
world
did
not
reach
.
She
had
been
happy
in
it
.
To
be
sure
,
in
every
town
the
lot
was
crawling
with
marks
–
but
she
had
acquired
the
carney
viewpoint
;
marks
did
not
count
–
they
might
as
well
have
been
behind
glass
.
Jill
quite
understood
why
the
girls
in
the
posing
show
could
and
did
exhibit
themselves
in
very
little
(
and
,
in
some
towns
,
nothing
,
if
the
fix
was
solid
)
without
feeling
immodest
?
and
without
being
immodest
in
their
conduct
outside
the
posing
show
.
Marks
weren
’
t
people
to
them
;
they
were
blobs
of
nothing
,
hardly
seen
,
whose
sole
function
was
to
cough
up
half
dollars
for
the
take
.
Yes
,
the
carnie
had
been
a
happy
,
utterly
safe
home
,
even
though
their
act
had
flopped
.
It
had
not
always
been
that
way
when
first
they
left
the
safety
of
Jubal
’
s
home
to
go
out
into
the
world
and
increase
Mike
’
s
education
.
They
had
been
spotted
more
than
once
and
several
times
they
had
had
trouble
getting
away
,
not
only
from
the
press
,
but
from
the
endless
people
who
seemed
to
feel
that
they
had
a
right
to
demand
things
of
Mike
,
simply
because
he
had
the
misfortune
to
be
the
Man
from
Mars
.
Presently
Mike
had
thought
his
features
into
more
mature
lines
and
had
made
other
slight
changes
in
his
appearance
.
That
,
plus
the
fact
that
they
frequented
places
where
the
Man
from
Mars
would
certainly
not
be
expected
(
by
the
public
)
to
go
,
got
them
privacy
.
About
that
time
,
when
Jill
was
phoning
home
to
give
a
new
mailing
address
,
Jubal
had
suggested
a
cover
-
up
story
–
and
a
couple
of
days
later
Jill
had
read
that
the
Man
from
Mars
had
again
gone
into
retreat
,
this
time
in
a
Tibetan
monastery
.
The
retreat
had
actually
been
"
Hank
’
s
Grill
"
in
a
"
nowhere
"
town
,
with
Jill
as
a
waitress
and
Mike
as
dishwasher
.
It
was
no
worse
than
being
a
nurse
and
much
less
demanding
–
and
her
feet
no
longer
hurt
.
Mike
had
a
remarkably
quick
way
of
cleaning
dishes
,
although
he
had
to
be
careful
not
to
use
it
when
the
boss
was
watching
.
They
kept
that
job
a
week
,
then
moved
on
,
sometimes
working
,
sometimes
not
.
They
visited
public
libraries
almost
daily
,
once
Mike
found
out
about
them
–
Jill
had
discovered
that
Mike
had
taken
for
granted
that
Jubal
’
s
library
contained
a
copy
of
every
book
on
Earth
.
When
he
learned
the
marvelous
truth
,
they
had
remained
in
Akron
nearly
a
month
.
Jill
did
quite
a
lot
of
shopping
that
month
,
as
Mike
with
a
book
was
almost
no
company
at
all
.
But
Baxter
’
s
Combined
Shows
and
Riot
of
Fun
for
All
the
Family
had
been
the
nicest
part
of
their
meandering
trip
.
Jill
recalled
with
an
inner
giggle
the
time
in
–
what
town
?
–
no
matter
-
when
the
entire
posing
show
had
been
pinched
.
It
wasn
’
t
fair
,
even
by
chumps
’
standards
,
since
that
concession
always
worked
under
precise
prearrangement
:
bras
or
no
bras
;
blue
lights
or
bright
lights
;
whatever
the
top
town
clown
ordained
.
Nevertheless
the
sheriff
had
hauled
them
in
and
the
local
justice
of
the
peace
had
seemed
disposed
not
only
to
fine
but
to
jail
the
girls
as
"
vagrants
.
"
The
lot
had
closed
down
and
most
of
the
carnies
had
gone
to
the
hearing
,
along
with
innumerable
chumps
slavering
to
catch
sight
of
"
shameless
women
"
getting
their
come
-
uppance
.
Mike
and
Jill
had
managed
to
crowd
against
the
back
wall
of
the
courtroom
.
Jill
had
long
since
impressed
on
Mike
that
he
must
never
do
anything
that
an
ordinary
human
could
not
do
where
it
might
be
noticed
.
But
Mike
had
grokked
a
cusp
and
had
not
discussed
it
with
Jill
.
