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"
How
are
you
,
Lou
?
No
bullshit
and
straight
on
--
how
are
you
?
"
"
All
right
,
"
Louis
said
briefly
.
"
Coping
.
"
I
had
all
of
them
sign
the
book
.
All
of
them
except
Dory
and
Irwin
,
and
they
would
n't
.
"
All
right
,
"
Steve
said
.
"
Look
,
shall
we
meet
you
for
lunch
?
"
Lunch
.
Meeting
for
lunch
.
This
seemed
such
an
alien
idea
that
Louis
thought
of
the
science
fiction
novels
he
had
read
as
a
teenager
--
novels
by
Robert
A.
Heinlein
,
Murray
Leinster
,
Gordon
R.
Dickson
.
The
natives
here
on
Planet
Quark
have
an
odd
custom
when
one
of
their
children
dies
,
Lieutenant
Abelson
:
they
"
meet
for
lunch
.
"
I
know
how
grotesque
and
barbaric
that
sounds
,
but
remember
,
this
planet
has
not
been
terraformed
yet
.
"
Sure
,
"
Louis
said
.
"
What
's
a
good
restaurant
for
half
time
between
funeral
viewings
,
Steve
?
"
"
Take
it
easy
,
Lou
,
"
Steve
said
,
but
he
did
n't
seem
entirely
displeased
.
In
this
state
of
crazy
calm
,
Louis
felt
better
able
to
see
into
people
than
ever
before
in
his
life
.
Perhaps
it
was
an
illusion
,
but
right
now
he
suspected
Steve
was
thinking
that
even
a
sudden
spate
of
sarcasm
,
squirted
out
like
an
abrupt
mouthful
of
bile
,
was
preferable
to
his
earlier
state
of
disconnection
.
"
Do
n't
worry
,
"
he
said
to
Steve
now
.
"
What
about
Benjamin
's
?
"
"
Sure
,
"
Steve
said
.
"
Benjamin
's
would
be
fine
.
"
He
had
made
the
call
from
the
office
of
the
funeral
director
.
Now
,
as
Louis
passed
the
East
Room
on
his
way
out
,
he
saw
that
the
room
was
almost
empty
,
but
Irwin
and
Dory
Goldman
sat
down
in
the
front
row
,
heads
bowed
.
They
looked
to
Louis
as
if
they
might
sit
there
forever
.
