AFTER THE DOOR CLOSED, Dr. Yoritomo pulled up a chair and sat down. “New developments,” he said, “as you may have surmised.”
“I guessed,” Stanton said. “What is it?” He flexed his muscles under the caress of the hot, moist currents in the box.
He wondered why it was so important that the psychologist interrupt him while he was relaxing after strenuous exercise. Yoritomo looked excited, in spite of his calm. And yet Stanton knew that there couldn’t be anything urgent or Yoritomo would have acted differently.
It was relatively unimportant now, anyway, Stanton thought. Having made his decision to act on his own had changed his reaction to the decisions of others.
Yoritomo leaned forward in his chair, his thin lips in an excited smile, his black-irised eyes sparkling. “I had to come tell y
