David, her new master, gave a snort of laughter. It was answer enough, though not exactly a polite response to Anissa asking if he were married. After his outburst, he shook his head with a somewhat hangdog expression. "Look around. Do you see any signs of a feminine touch?"
"No." She began to understand his humor
"Very good. No wife. No kids. I don't even have a dog."
He opened a closet and pulled out a large sack sewn of some material so shiny she could see no fibers. It was twisted shut with a paper-covered wire and David opened it, then removed a pillow and a puffy sort of blanket, folded in half and fastened that way with a row of interlocking metal teeth.
"It's a sleeping bag. I use it when I go camping." He tossed it onto the big settee sort of thing, which was three sides of a
