“That’s not all. Our gals liked the boys,” Hank said. “Even Bogans aren’t so bad, minus their irons. A lot of ’em will be staying on. But how come you didn’t tell me you were coming, Retief? I’d have laid on some kind of big welcome.”
“I liked the welcome I got. And I didn’t have much notice. Mr. Magnan was a little upset when he got back. It seems I exceeded my authority.”
Arapoulous laughed. “I had a feeling you were wheeling pretty free, Retief. I hope you didn’t get into any trouble over it.”
“No trouble,” Retief said. “A few people were a little unhappy with me. It seems I’m not ready for important assignments at Departmental level. I was shipped off here to the boondocks to get a little more experience.”
“Delinda, look after Retief,” said Arapoulous. “I’ll see you later. I’ve got to see to the wine judging.” He disappeared in the crowd.
“Congratulations on winning the day,” said Delinda. “I noticed you at work. You were wonderful. I’m glad you’re going to have the prize.”
“Thanks. I noticed you too, flitting around in that white nightie of yours. But why weren’t you picking grapes with the rest of us?”
“I had a special assignment.”
“Too bad. You should have had a chance at the prize.”
Delinda took Retief’s hand. “I wouldn’t have anyway,” she said. “I’m the prize.”
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