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Brother Clifford D. Simak He was sitting in his rocking chair on the stone-flagged patio when the car pulled off the road and stopped outside his gate. A stranger got out of it, unlatched the gate and came up the walk. The man coming up the walk was old - not as old, judged the man in the rocking chair, as he was, but old. White hair blowing in the wind and a slow, almost imperceptible, shuffle in his gait. The man stopped before him. 'You are Edward Lambert?' he asked. Lambert nodded. 'I am Theodore Anderson,' said the man. 'From Madison. From the university.' Lambert indicated the other rocker on the patio. 'lease sit down,' he said. 'You are far from home.' Anderson chuckled. 'Not too far. A hundred miles or so.' 'To me, that's far,' said Lambert. 'In all my life I've never been more than twenty miles away. The spaceport across the river is as far as I've ever been.' 'You visit the port quite often?' 'At one time, I did. In my younger days. Not recently. From here, where I sit, I can see the ships come in and leave.' 'You sit and watch for them?' 'Once I did. Not now. I still see them now and then. I no longer watch for them.' 'You have a brother, I understand, who is out in space.' 'Yes, Phil. Phil is the wanderer of the family. There were just the two of us. Identical twins.' |
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