Huddling Place----Clifford D. Simak(25)
"I understand, sir," said Jenkins. "Your father had it, too,"
Webster gasped. "My father?"
"Yes, sir, that is why he never went anywhere. He was about your age, sir, when he found it out. He tried to make a trip to Europe and he couldn't. He got halfway there and turned back. He had a name for it."
Webster sat in stricken silence.
"A name for it," he finally said. "Of course there's a name for it. My father had it. My grandfather—did he have it, too?"
"I wouldn't know that, sir," said Jenkins. "I wasn't created until after your grandfather was an elderly man. But he may have. He never went anywhere, either."
"You understand, then," said Webster. "You know how it is. I feel like I'm going to be sick—physically ill. See if you can charter a 'copter—anything, just so we get home."
"Yes, sir," said Jenkins.
Webster gasped. "My father?"
"Yes, sir, that is why he never went anywhere. He was about your age, sir, when he found it out. He tried to make a trip to Europe and he couldn't. He got halfway there and turned back. He had a name for it."
Webster sat in stricken silence.
"A name for it," he finally said. "Of course there's a name for it. My father had it. My grandfather—did he have it, too?"
"I wouldn't know that, sir," said Jenkins. "I wasn't created until after your grandfather was an elderly man. But he may have. He never went anywhere, either."
"You understand, then," said Webster. "You know how it is. I feel like I'm going to be sick—physically ill. See if you can charter a 'copter—anything, just so we get home."
"Yes, sir," said Jenkins.