"Can't you understand that?"
"You have a suggestion?" Bruce prompted.
Alex looked around helplessly. I guess not. We can't really do anything for ourselves until we can move around better."
"Steve's helping them," Sherrine said. "Teaching them asanas. For older people."
"Appropriate," Alex said. "We feel old."
It is an ancient mariner, he stoppeth one of three-—" Gordon said.
"Lousy fielding average," Mike said. "No long gray beards, either."
"You have read it!" Gordon exclaimed. "Coleridge and Pushkin, no one reads any more. You have-—"
Bruce bellowed, "QUIET!" For an instant the room was shocked silent.
"What's the problem anyway?" Thor asked. "We just keep them hidden until the other Angels send a ship. Then we whisk them off to the rendezvous."
"Well, sure," said Steve. "But how do we keep them hidden? And where? Here in Minneapolis? What if the pickup ship has to land in Arizona? Can we get them there in time?"
Alex glanced at Gordon, who bit his lip and lowered his eyes.
"You have a suggestion?" Bruce prompted.
Alex looked around helplessly. I guess not. We can't really do anything for ourselves until we can move around better."
"Steve's helping them," Sherrine said. "Teaching them asanas. For older people."
"Appropriate," Alex said. "We feel old."
It is an ancient mariner, he stoppeth one of three-—" Gordon said.
"Lousy fielding average," Mike said. "No long gray beards, either."
"You have read it!" Gordon exclaimed. "Coleridge and Pushkin, no one reads any more. You have-—"
Bruce bellowed, "QUIET!" For an instant the room was shocked silent.
"What's the problem anyway?" Thor asked. "We just keep them hidden until the other Angels send a ship. Then we whisk them off to the rendezvous."
"Well, sure," said Steve. "But how do we keep them hidden? And where? Here in Minneapolis? What if the pickup ship has to land in Arizona? Can we get them there in time?"
Alex glanced at Gordon, who bit his lip and lowered his eyes.