“We’ll give you time to think about it,” Ackoff said.
“We won’t need it,” Mary said. She turned to MacKinnie. “Will we, Your Excellency?” She made no attempt to hide her laughter.
Ackoff nodded. “If it were done, ’t were best done quickly. We’ll arrange transportation in a ship with proper medical facilities. You should be as good as new when you arrive on Makassar.” He cleared his throat. “Uh, I can see there’s a chaplain aboard also. I understand congratulations are in order … That’s settled, then.”
Ackoff smiled warmly, then turned to his computer screen. That was one problem solved. There would be others. There always were.