I knew he was a glocker crewman the first time I saw him. The skinsuit gives them away; the working stiffs never bother to unfasten their gloves, even in civic pressure or on a planetary surface. He was sitting disconsolate in one of the little bars near the old cargo port on Smitty's World.
Merry Christmas, Bobbi!
Merry Christmas, Roberta....and thanks for the story!
Reading this little gem on Boxing Day ... still a holiday here in the remnants of the British Empire. I know your Christmas was a happy and successful one, Roberta. Have a great week and the two of you gird yourselves for the end of the year.
Happy belated Christmas, and thanks for the story. I liked the gentleman's locution: there was a bit of Gwilym Morgan (and maybe a touch of Dai Bando) in it, but unique as well.
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