"They will in four years," Remo said.
Chiun looked at him.
"The '84 Olympics will be held in Los Angeles."
Chiun nodded. "Next tune," he said, "we will not let that lunatic Smith talk us into entering just one event."
"Next time?" asked Remo.
"That's right," Chiun said. "And next time, I will accept no more excuses from you."
"Little Father," said Remo.
"Yes."
"In my heart, you'll always wear a gold medal," Remo said.
"Really?" said Chiun.
"Really," said Remo, feeling warm and expansive.
"I'm sure that will warm me in my old age as I starve to death," Chiun said. "Next time, you win a real gold medal."
"Whatever you say, Chiun."
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