Saturday. Fifty-five hours each way, with the visits lasting about fifteen minutes. Itbalances out. I noticed the marks on Zeke when I fed him Thursday, but of course I didnât realize. He was all shot up, poor thing. Antie found lots of little bullets in him when she skinned him today.â
âYouâre lucky you werenât killed yesterday.â
âIf Iâd gotten killed, then it couldnât have happened, could it? Poor Zeke. Iâm sorry I threw those rocks at him. But the noise was just soââ
âHarry, I donât think this should go any further. I know that thereâll be a time paradox if we donât build the blunzer today, but after seeing what you did yesterday, Iâd almost ratherââ
âAw, come on, Fletch. Donât be soââ
âI was talking about it this morning with Nancy and Sondra.â
âSondra Tupperware?â
âShe was at our church today, the First Church of Scientific Mysticism. Sheâs the new assistant.â
âOh, yeah, she told me about that. I think mysticismâs a bunch of crap. All regions are a bunch of crap.â
âWhat do you believe in, Harry?â
âWhoâs asking?â
âWell, Nancy and Sondra and I were talking, and I realized how disastrous it could be for someone like you to get any kind of control over the world. Do you remember what you said to Nancy when she was talking about world hunger?â
âSure. âThereâs too damn many people anyway.â Itâs true, Fletcher, and you know it. Donât give me this holier-than-thou routine.â
âAre you going to bring some terrible plague down on us, Harry? Would you kill off the whole human race?â
âIâd save these girls.â Harry grinned and patted his stack of magazines.
âDinnerâs ready,â called Antie from inside the house.
The whole floor above Harryâs shop was an apartment. Apparently Antie had been expecting me; two places were set in the dark old dining room. Harry and I took our seats, and Antie brought in the meal.
Besides the lizard stew, we had fried potatoes, cucumber salad, fresh rolls, a plate of hot sauerkraut, and a bottle of good red wine. Harry ate with his hands.
âThe lizardâs not bad,â I observed between forkfuls. The meat was pale and spongy, a bit like soft-shelled lobster. It gave me a good feeling to be eating something that had tried to kill me only the day before.
âMmmpf,â said Harry by way of agreement. He chewed with his mouth open, then swallowed. âIâve always had a thing about Godzilla. Itâs no surprise I picked on poor Zeke for the counterweight.â
âBut thatâs just so irresponsible, Harry. You could have used a shoe or something, and then yesterday would have been no problem. A giant shoe would have blocked our way for a while, and then it would have disappeared. How do I know what other craziness youâre going to pull? What if you crack the Earth in half or something? Youâre not into disaster movies, are you?â
âNah, not really. I got enough of that stuff when I was little. My Dad used to read the Book of Revelations to us every night.â
âOh, brother. Thatâs all we need. Look, Harry,itâs time we had a serious talk. Iâve seen both you and Zeke travel through time, so I know the blunzer is going to work. Weâre going to build it today and tonight youâll be master of space and time, at least for a while. God knows I would have picked someone else, but at least youâre my friend and I can count on you to make me rich while you have the power, right?â
âNo problem. You want gold, or what?â
âGoldâs too high profile. Give me five million bucks in paper currency. Used bills, small denominations.â
âOkay. What else?â
âWellâthis is Nancyâs idea. She wants you to make