"All right, I'll wait. But I want to talk to him when he wakes up."
"You will. Now relax and be happy. Let the trip get out of your system." Ben urged him toward the group around the stereo tank.
Anne looked up. "Hello, Boss." She moved over and made room. "Sit down."
Jubal joined her. "May I ask what the devil you are doing here?"
"The same thing you're doing - nothing. Watching stereo. Jubal, please don't get heavy-handed because we didn't do what you told us. We belong here as much as you do. You shouldn't have told us not to come� but you were too upset for us to argue with you. So relax and watch what they're saying about us. The sheriff has just announced that he's going to run all us whores out of town." She smiled. "I've never been run out of town before. It should be interesting. Does a whore get ridden on a rail? Or will I have to walk?"
"I don't think there's protocol in the matter. You all came?"
"Yes, but don't fret. Jed McClintock is sleeping in the house. Larry and I made a standing arrangement with the McClintock boys for one of them to do so, more than a year ago - just in case. They know how the furnace works and where the switches are and things; it's all right."
"Hmm! I'm beginning to think I'm just a boarder there."
"Were you ever anything else, Boss? You expect us to run it without bothering you. We do. But it's a shame you didn't relax and let us all travel together. We got here more than two hours ago - you must have had some trouble."
"I did, A terrible trip. Anne, once I get home I don't intend ever to set foot off the place again in my life� and I'm going to yank out the telephone and take a sledgehammer to the babble box."
"Yes, Boss."
"This time I mean it." He glanced at the giant babble box in front of him. "Do those commercials go on forever? Where's my goddaughter? Don't tell me you left her to the mercies of McClintock's idiot sons!"
"Oh, of course not. She's here. She even has her own nursemaid, thank God."
"I want to see her."
"Patty will show her to you. I'm bored with her - she was a perfect little beast all the way down. Patty dear! Jubal wants to see Abby."
The tattooed woman checked one of her unhurried dashes through the room - so far as Jubal could see, she was the only one of the several present who was doing any work, and she seemed to be everywhere at once. "Certainly, Jubal. I'm not busy. Down this way.
"I've got the kids in my room," she explained, while Jubal strove to keep up with her, "so that Honey Bun can watch them."
Jubal was mildly startled to see, a moment later, what Patricia meant by that. The boa was arranged on one of twin double beds in squared-off loops that formed a nest - a twin nest, as one bight of the snake had been pulled across to bisect the square, making two crib-sized pockets, each padded with a baby blanket and each containing a baby.
The ophidian nursemaid raised her head inquiringly as they came in. Patty stroked it and said, "It's all right, dear. Father Jubal wants to see them. Pet her a little, and let her grok you, so that she will know you next time."
First Jubal coochey-cooed at his favorite girl friend when she gurgled at him and kicked, then petted the snake. He decided that it was the handsomest specimen of Bojdae he had ever seen, as well as the biggest - longer, he estimated, than any other boa constrictor in captivity. Its cross bars were sharply marked and the brighter colors of the tail quite showy. He envied Patty her blue-ribbon pet and regretted that he would not have more time in which to get friendly with it.
The snake rubbed her head against his hand like a cat. Patty picked up Abby and said, "Just as I thought. Honey Bun, why didn't you tell me?"- then explained, as she started to change diapers, "She tells me at once if one of them gets tangled up, or needs help, or anything, since she can't do much for them herself - no hands - except nudge them back if they try to crawl out and might fall. But she just can't seem to grok that a wet baby ought to be changed - Honey Bun doesn't see anything wrong about that. And neither does Abby."
"I know. We call her 'Old Faithful.' Who's the other cutie pie?"
"Huh? That's Fatima Michele, I thought you knew."
"Are they here? I thought they were in Beirut!"
"Why, I believe they did come from some one of those foreign parts. I don't know just where. Maybe Maryam told me but it wouldn't mean anything to me; I've never been anywhere. Not that it matters; I grok all places are alike - just people. There, do you want to hold Abigail Zenobia while I check Fatima?"
Jubal did so and assured her that she was the most beautiful girl in the world, then shortly thereafter assured Fatima of the same thing. He was completely sincere each time and the girls believed him - Jubal had said the same thing on countless occasions starting in the Harding administration, had always meant it and had always been believed. It was a Higher Truth, not bound by mundane logic.
Regretfully he left them, after again petting Honey Bun and telling her the same thing, and just as sincerely.
They left and at once ran into Fatima's mother. "Boss honey!" She kissed him and patted his tummy. "I see they've kept you fed."
"Some. I've just been in smooching with your daughter, She's an angel doll, Miriam."
"Pretty good baby, huh? We're going to sell her down to Rio - get a fancy price for her."
"I thought the market was better in Yemen?"
"Stinky says not. Got to sell her to make room." She put his hand on her belly. "Feel the bulge? Stinky and I are making a boy now - got no time for daughters."
"Maryam," Patricia said chidingly, "that's no way to talk, even in fun."
"Sorry, Patty. I won't talk that way about your baby - Aunt Patty is a lady, and groks that I'm not."
"I grok that you aren't, too, you little hellion, But if Fatima is for sale, I'll give you twice your best commercial offer."
"You'll have to take it up with Aunt Patty; I'm merely allowed to see her occasionally."
"And you don't bulge, so you may want to keep her yourself. Let me see your eyes. Mmm� could be."
"Is. And Mike has grokked it most carefully and tells Stinky he's made a boy."
"How can Mike grok that? Impossible. I'm not even sure you're pregnant-"
"Oh, she is, Jubal," Patricia confirmed.
Miriam looked at him serenely. "Still the skeptic, Boss. Mike grokked it while Stinky and I were still in Beirut, before we were sure we had caught. So Mike phoned us. And the next day Stinky told the university that we were taking a sabbatical for field work - or his resignation, if they wished. So here we are."
"Doing what?"
"Working. Working harder than you ever made me work, Boss - my husband is a slave driver."
"Doing what?"
"They're writing a Martian dictionary," Patty told him.
"Martian to English? That must be difficult."
"Oh, no, no, no!" Miriam looked almost shocked. "That wouldn't be difficult, that would be impossible. A Martian dictionary in Martian. There's never been one before; the Martians don't need such things. Uh, my part of it is just clerical; I type what they do. Mike and Stinky - mostly Stinky - worked out a phonetic script for Martian, eighty-one characters. So we had an I.B.M. typer worked over for those characters, using both upper and lower case - Boss darling, I'm ruined as a secretary; I type touch system in Martian now. Will you love me anyhow? When you shout 'Front!' and I'm not good for anything? I can still cook� and I'm told that I have other talents."
"I'll learn to dictate in Martian."
"You will, before Mike and Stinky get through with you. I grok. Eh, Patty?"
"You speak rightly, my brother."
They returned to the living room, Caxton joined them and suggested finding a quieter place, away from the giant babble box, led Jubal down a passage and into another living room. "You seem to have most of this floor"