In temporal manipulation you try to figure everything, but there are so many factors that you never take needless risks. His fingers tightened on the glass and he seemed about to throw it at me I felt for the sap under the bar. Silently I poured a double shot of Old Underwear and left the bottle. He had a load on, and his face showed that he despised people more than usual. He had a lethal style of infighting, like a female cop-reason I wanted him. If he felt nasty, he would wait for somebody to make something of it. He wasn't swish his nickname came from what he always said when some nosy type asked him his line: "I'm an unmarried mother." If he felt less than murderous he would add: "at four cents a word. I didn't like his looks-I never had-but he was a lad I was here to recruit, he was my boy. The Unmarried Mother was a man twenty-five years old, no taller than I am, childish features and a touchy temper. Temporal agents always notice time and date we must. zone five, or eastern time, November 7th, 1970. 1970-NTC- "Pop's Place": I was polishing a brandy snifter when the Unmarried Mother came in.
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