Our president who got the Joint Conference started lived to serve as its chairman for three full terms, and still plays soccer with his grandchildren up in Massachusetts; theirs was assassinated in some place they call ‘Texas’ before he ever really got started, and somebody else took over. No, it’s a different place, The Other Side. I’m only beginning to learn.”
“And you’re going back now?” Hank asked.
“Yes, I think I’d better,” Robert laughed. “I’ve found the magic words, all right, but that broomstick keeps wiggling. Have you got enough to keep you busy for a while?”
“For a day or two,” Hank Merry said sourly. “Maybe even for three.”
“Then I won’t stay too long. And I’ll be in touch.” Robert Benedict tossed his friend a mock salute, grinned, and moved back through to the Other Side.
Sharnan was waiting for him there. As he had known she would be.
2007.06.20/MNQ
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