CHAPTER 18
George rousted Benitoe up in the morning by the crude but effective expedient of yanking the curtains open in his room. This hotel had a breakfast buffet and he wanted to see Benitoe’s reaction.
While he waited for him to get ready, he turned an ear to the tentative sounds of plumbing starting and stopping experimentally in the next room, and grinned. He liked looking at this world through Benitoe’s eyes. Or even Mag’s. They made it fresh for him, too.
It would be fine, he thought. They’d work out a trade plan for Benitoe to take to the Kuzul, and Mag would get her geology grad course, customized to whatever she could find in the heads of the unsuspecting professors going about their daily business in that building. Angharad would get her rosebushes, and he’d go check out tha
