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lock-sensor. At the same time she
    directed Close a fifth above. The harmonies meshed and the door remained shut.
    "Answer me first, Lincoln."
    "I can't give you the answer you want, Mary."
    The door-bell chimed again.
    He took her shoulders firmly, held her close and looked deep into her eyes.
    "You're a 2nd. Read me as deeply as you can. What's in my mind? What's in my
    heart? What's my answer?"
    He removed all blocks. The thundering plunging depths of his mind cascaded over
    her in a warm, frightening torrent... terrifying, yet magnetic and desirable;
    but... "Snow. Mint. Tulips. Taffeta," she said wearily. "Go meet your guests,
    Mr. Powell. I'll make your canapes. It's all I'm good for."
    He kissed her once, then turned toward the living room and opened the front
    door. Instantly, a fountain of brilliance sparkled into the house, followed by
    the guests. The Esper party began.
     
    Frankly             Canapes?                      Why
      Ellery               Thanks     delicious.      Yes.
        I                    Mary, they're         Tate,
          don't                                 I'm
            think                             treating
    We         you'll     Canapes?           D'Courtney.
      brought     be                          I
      Galen        working                  expect
       along         for                     him
       to               Monarch               in
      help him celebrate,   much               town
                 He's        longer,         very
                  just         The               shortly.
                   taken his Guild Exam
            If              is          and
          you're           just            been
      interested          about              classed
        Powell, we're ready                   2nd.
                       to
                     run rule
                   you      Monarch's
                 for          espionage
              Guild    Canapes?   unethical.
            President.
                      Canapes?
                          Why yes.
                              Thank
                      Canapes?     you,
                                       Mary...
     
    "@kins! Chervil! Tate! Have a heart! Will you people take a look at the pattern
    (?) we've been weaving..."
    The TP chatter stopped. The guests considered for a moment, then burst into
    laughter.
    "This reminds me of my days in the kindergarten. A little mercy for your host,
    please. I'll jump my tracks, if we keep on weaving this mish-mash. Lets have
    some order. I don't even ask for beauty."
    "Just name the pattern, Linc."
    "What'll you have?"
    "Basket-weave? Math curves? Music? Architectural design?"
    "Anything. Anything. Just so long as you don't make my brains itch."
     
    Sorry, Lincoln.       We weren't party-minded    Enough
    Tate                  thought                    Esper
    but                   Alan                       Men
    I'm                    Seaver                     remaining
    Not that a Pres       was ever elected still     unmarried
    at                    coming                     can
    liberty               but                        ruin
    To be generous,