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           Mikehadnotheardaboutitinthenews;hehadnotknownituntilhewasasked."Theyshouldnotbesad.Mr.BookerT.W.JonesFoodTechnicianFirstClassisnotsad;theOldOneshavecherishedhim."

           "Youknewhim?"

           "Yes.Hehadhisownface,darkandbeautiful.Buthewashomesick."

           "Oh,dear!Mike?doyouevergethomesick?ForMars?"

           "AtfirstIwasveryhomesick,"heansweredtruthfully."Iwaslonelyalways."Herolledtowardherandtookherinhisarms."ButnowIamnotlonely.IgrokIshallneverbelonelyagain."

           "Mikedarling-"Theykissed,andwentonkissing.

           Presentlyhiswaterbrothersaidbreathlessly."Oh,my!Thatwasalmostworsethanthefirsttime."

           "Youareallright,mybrother?"

           "Yes.Yesindeed.Kissmeagain."

           Quitealongtimelater,bycosmicclock,shesaid,"Mike?Isthat–Imean,‘Doyouknow-‘"

           "Iknow.Itisforgrowing-closer.Nowwegrowcloser."

           "Well,I’vebeenreadyalongtime-goodness,weallhave,butnevermind,dear;turnjustalittle.I’llhelp."

           Astheymerged,grokkingtogether,Mikesaidsoftlyandtriumphantly:"ThouartGod."

           Heranswerwasnotinwords.Then,astheirgrokkingmadethemevercloserandMikefelthimselfalmostreadytodiscorporate,hervoicecalledhimback:"Oh??Oh!ThouartGod!"

           "WegrokGod."