luck and a heavy foot on the corners, I can still get enough cash for my face.

That couldn't have shown, either, but Suvia got it. The next instant she was on her knees beside my bed, her head buried on my pillow.

"You big lug," she said in my ear, "do you think I care about a few scars—the kind of scars you get from taking the fence at Zeta rather than wreck another rocket—the kind of scars you pick up throwing away a first at Astrola to try to save another rider from the fence?"

Just like that I forgot the look in that little Venusian fire dancer's eyes. All those space kids are screwballs anyway.

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