Stranger in a Strange Land

well done. Foster sneaked a quick last look at Mrs. Paiwonski. There was a fellow worker he could appreciate. Darling little Patricia! What a blessed, lusty benison-

    XXIX

                AS THE DOOR OF THEIR SUITE closed itself behind Patricia Paiwonski, Jill said, "What now, Mike?"
                "We're leaving. Jill, you've read some abnormal psychology."
                "Yes, of course. In training. Not as much as you have, I know."
                "Do you know the symbolism of tattooing? And snakes?"
                "Of course. I knew that about Patty as soon as I met her. I had been hoping that you would find a way."
                "I couldn't, until we were water brothers. Sex is necessary, sex is a helpful goodness-but only if it is sharing and growing closer. I grok that if I did it without growing closer-well, I'm not sure."
                "I grok that you would learn that you couldn't, Mike. That is one of the reasons-one of the many reasons-I love you."
                He looked worried. "I still don't grok 'love.' Jill, I don't grok 'people.' Not even you. But I didn't want to send Pat away."
                "Stop her. Keep her with us."
                ("Waiting is, Jill.")
                ("I know.")
                He added aloud, "Besides, I doubt if I could give her all she needs. She wants to give herself all the time, to everybody. Even her Happiness meetings and her snakes and the marks aren't enough for Pat. She wants to offer herself on an altar to everybody in the world, always-and make them happy. This New Revelation . . . I grok that it is a lot of other things to other people. But that is what it is to Pat."
                "Yes, Mike. Dear Mike."
                "Time to leave. Pick the dress you want to wear and get your purse. I'll dispose of the rest of the trash."
                Jill thought somewhat sadly that she would like, sometimes, to take along just one or two things. But Mike always moved on with just the clothes on his back-and seemed to grok that she preferred it that way, too. "I'll wear that pretty blue one."
                It floated out to her, poised itself over her, wriggled down onto her as she held up her hands; the zipper closed. Shoes to suit it walked toward her, waited while she stepped into them. "I'm ready, Mike."
                Mike had caught the wistful flavor of her thought, but not the concept; it was too alien to Martian ideas. "Jill? Do you want to stop and get married?"
                She thought about it. "We couldn't, today, Mike. It's Sunday. We couldn't get a license."
                "Tomorrow, then. I will remember. I grok that you would like it."
                She thought about it. "No, Mike."
                "Why not, Jill?"
                "Two reasons. One, we couldn't be any closer through it, because we already share water. That's logic, both in English and in Martian. Yes?"
                "Yes."
                "And two, a reason valid just in English. I wouldn't have Dorcas and Anne and Miriam-and Patty-think that I was trying to crowd them out and one of them might think so."
                "No, Jill, none of them would think so."
                "Well, I won't chance it, because I don't need it. Because you married me in a hospital room ages and ages ago. Just because you were the way you are. Before I even guessed it." She hesitated. "But there is something you might do for me."
                "What, Jill?"
                "Well, you might call me pet names occasionally! The way I do you."
                "Yes, Jill. What pet names?"
                "Oh!" She kissed him quickly. "Mike, you're the sweetest, most lovable man I've ever met-and the most infuriating creature on two planets! Don't bother with pet names. Just call me 'little brother' occasionally...it makes me go all quivery inside."
                "Yes, Little Brother."
                "Oh, my! Now get decent fast and let's get out of here-before I take you back to bed. Come on. Meet me at the desk; I'll be paying the bill." She left very suddenly.
                They went to the town's station flat and caught the first Greyhound going anywhere. A week or two later they stopped at home, shared water