"Promise me," his mother says, "promise us you'll ask that handsome young man from the IPC out the next time you see him."
"No," Ratio says flatly. Aeons above he can already feel the beginnings of a migraine coming on. "That's preposterous. I'll be doing no such thing."
"Promise me," his mother says, "promise us you'll ask that handsome young man from the IPC out the next time you see him."
"No," Ratio says flatly. Aeons above he can already feel the beginnings of a migraine coming on. "That's preposterous. I'll be doing no such thing."