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Rod started to explain that it really had not been a test, that it had not been strenuous, and that Cowpertown- Tangaroa, rather- had been a soft touch. But he got mixed up and was disturbed by the presence of "Aunt" Nora Peascoat- no relation but a childhood friend of his mother. Besides, his father was not listening.
But Mrs. Peascoat was listening, and looking-peering with little eyes through folds of flesh. "Why, Roderick Walker, I knew that couldn't have been a picture of you."
"Eh?" asked his father. "What picture?"
"Why, that wild-man picture that had Roddie's name on it. You must have seen it; it was on facsimile and Empire Hour both. I knew it wasn't him. I said to Joseph, 'Joseph,' I said, 'that's not a picture of Rod Walker-its a fake.'"
"I must have missed it. As you know, I-"
"I'll send it to you; I clipped it. I knew it was a fake. It's a horrible thing, a great naked savage with pointed teeth and a fiendish grin and a long spear and war paint all over its ugly face. I said to Joseph-"
"As you know, I returned from hospital just this morning, Nora. Rod, there was no picture of you on the news services, surely?"
"Uh, yes and no. Maybe."
"I don't follow you. Why should there be a picture of you?"
"There wasn't any reason. This bloke just took it."
"Then there was a picture?"
"Yes." Rod saw that "Aunt" Nora was eyeing him avidly: "But it was a fake- sort of."
"I still don't follow you.
"Please, Pater," Helen intervened. "Rod had a tiring trip. This can wait."
"Oh, surely. I don't see how a picture can be 'a sort of a fake.'"
"Well, Dad, this man painted my face when I wasn't looking. I-" Rod stopped, realizing that it sounded ridiculous.
"Then it was your picture?" "Aunt" Nora insisted.
"I'm not going to say any more.
Mr. Walker blinked. "Perhaps that is best."
"Aunt" Nora looked ruffled. "Well, I suppose anything can happen 'way off in those odd places. From the teaser on Empire Hour I understand some very strange things did happen... not all of them nice."
She looked as if daring Rod to deny it. Rod said nothing. She went on, "I don't know what you were thinking of, letting a boy do such things. My father always said that if the Almighty had intended us to use those gate things instead of rocket ships He would have provided His own holes in the sky."
Helen said sharply, "Mrs. Peascoat, in what way is a rocket ship more natural than a gate?"
"Why, Helen Walker! I've been 'Aunt Nora' all your life. 'Mrs. Peascoat' indeed!"
Helen shrugged. "And my name is Matson, not Walker- as you know."
Mrs. Walker, distressed and quite i
Rod counted to ten. But Mrs. Peascoat said she was sure they wanted to be alone, they had so much to talk about... and his father did not insist.
Rod quieted during ritual, although he stumbled in responses and once left an awkward silence. Di
"I'm sorry about this mix-up," his father told him. "I suppose it means that you will have to repeat a semester at Patrick Henry."
"On the contrary, Pater," Helen answered, "Deacon is sure that Rod can enter Central Tech with advanced standing."
"Really? They were more strict in my day."
"All of that group will get special credit. What they learned ca
Seeing that his father was inclined to argue Rod changed the subject. "Sis, that reminds me. I gave one of the girls your name, thinking you were still in the Corps- she wants to be appointed cadet, you see. You can still help her, can't you?"
"I can advise her and perhaps coach her for the exams. Is this important to you, Buddy?"
"Well, yes. And she is number-one officer material. She's a big girl, even bigger than you are- and she looks
a bit like you. She is smart like you, too, around genius, and always good-natured and willing- but strong and fast and incredibly violent when you need it... sudden death in all directions."
"Roderick." His father glanced at the lamp.
"Uh, sorry, Dad. I was just describing her."
"Very well. Son... when did you start picking up your meat with your fingers?"
Rod dropped the tidbit and blushed. "Excuse me. We didn't have forks."
Helen chuckled. "Never mind, Rod. Pater, it's perfectly natural. Whenever we paid off any of our girls we always put them through reorientation to prepare them for the perils of civil life. And fingers were made before forks."
"Mmm...o doubt. Speaking of reorientation, there is something we must do, daughter, before this family will be organized again."
"So?"
"Yes. I mean the transfer of guardianship. Now that I am well, by a miracle, I must reassume my responsibilities."
Rod's mind slipped several cogs before it penetrated that Dad was talking about him. Guardian? Oh... Sis was his guardian, wasn't she? But it didn't mean anything.
Helen hesitated. "I suppose so, Pater," she said, her eyes on Rod, "if Buddy wants to."
"Eh? That is not a factor, daughter. Your husband won't want the responsibility of supervising a young boy- and it is my obligation... and privilege."
Helen looked a
His mother looked startled. "Why, Roddie dear!"
"Yes," agreed his father. "I'm afraid I can't regard a gap of three years as negligible."
"What do you mean, Dad? I'll be of age in January."
Mrs. Walker clasped a hand to her mouth. "Jerome we've forgotten the time lag again. Oh, my baby boy!"
Mr. Walker looked astonished, muttered something about "-very difficult" and gave attention to his plate. Presently he looked up. "You'll pardon me, Rod. Nevertheless, until you are of age I must do what I can; I hardly think I want you to live away from home while at college."
"Sir? Why not?"
"Well- I feel that we have drifted apart, and not all for the best. Take this girl you spoke of in such surprising terms. Am I correct in implying that she was, eh a close chum?"
Rod felt himself getting warm. "She was my city manager," he said flatly.
"Your what?"
"My executive officer. She was captain of the guard, chief of police, anything you want to call her. She did everything. She hunted, too, but that was just because she liked to. Carol is, uh- well, Carol is swell."
"Roderick, are you involved with this girl?"
"Me? Gosh, no! She was more like a big sister. Oh, Carol was sweet on half a dozen fellows, one time or another, but it never lasted."
"I am very glad to hear that you are not serously interested in her. She does not sound like desirable companionship for a young boy."
"Dad- you don't know what you are saying!"
"Perhaps. I intend to find out. But what is this other matter? 'City Manager!' What were you?"
"I," Rod said proudly, "was Mayor of Cowpertown."
His father looked at him, then shook his head. "We'll speak of this later. Possibly you need, eh- medical help." He looked at Helen. "We'll attend to the change in guardianship tomorrow. I can see that there is much I must take care of."
Helen met his eyes. "Not unless Buddy consents."
"Daughter!"
"The transfer was irrevocable. He will have to agree or I won't do it!"
Mr. Walker looked shocked, Mrs. Walker looked stricken. Rod got up and left the room... the first time anyone had ever done so while the Lamp of Peace was burning. He heard his father call after him but he did not turn back.
He found Matson in his room, smoking and reading. "I grabbed a bite and let myself in quietly," Matson explained. He inspected Rod's face. "I told you," he said slowly, "that it would be rough. Well, sweat it out, son, sweat it out."