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BY LUNCHTIME, TRIGGER WAS acting almost cordial again. “I’ve got the Precol job lined up,” she reported to Holati Tate. “I’ll handle it like I used to, whenever I can. When I can’t, the kids will shift in automatically.” The kids were the five assistants among whom her duties had been divided in her absence.

“Major Quillan called me up to Mantelish’s lab around ten,” she went on