’ ‘In what way? By the way, would you like something to drink?’ ‘It doesn’t involve another person. I’ll have a cup of coffee thank you.�...� ‘That’s not what I had in mind.’ ‘I know, but it’s much too early to be drinking anything stronger.’ ‘Rubbish! That’s your conservative upbringing talking, let yourself go for a change, it’s never too early or too late for a drink, or sex.’ ‘I can see that we’ll have to agree to disagree on our attitudes to this subject.’ ‘I don’t know why?’ She asked over. " Arborian? I've heard the wines from there are simply incredible." They are, and my Aunt Coral is doing a nice little business exporting some of it to Obsidian for resale. Of course you can't buy it here on Earth yet, unless its been re-bottled, but I think that Coral is piling up quite a pile of credits in non-Arborian banks on three worlds thanks to it."That of course, as it always does between those aware of the truth, prompted a discussion of when the Legion and the Guardians would finally. John bit his lip and walked away. He didn't want to get into an argumentwith his sister. So what if he collected comics he thought, it's betterthan collecting dolls.Cindy sat in her room still angry at John. She sat at her desk andthought about what she could do. So she went online and went straight toa forum she belonged too. She started a new conversation thread andcomplained bitterly by moaning about her brother. Cindy also asked foradvice on how she could solve the problem. But there was. I wanted to continue my tour of the town. She made some suggestionsand I listened politely as if I were actually considering them. It wasall very light, very chit-chatty. She didn't ask me anything veryprobing or try to get into my head. She let me be on my way withoutmaking me feel like I had to fight my way to the door. I was muchrelieved for that. Yeah, she seemed cool enough for a loony old bird.I didn't take any of her suggestions though. Instead I went straight tothe graveyard that I'd.