He got up and hefted the stick. Cheng’s name was cut into the handle. When Wen-li came in with the coffee Girard said, “Where did you find the stick?” “I borrowed it,” Wen-li said. “Do you plan to play today? I will come to watch.” “Do not joke,” Wen-li said. “It will do you good. You need physical exercise.” “If I were newborn you would nurse me. How do you know that I want to?” “You do not want to, probably. But you should. I went to see Cheng Ta-tzu this morning. He said he was going to the City. I borrowed his stick.” “How do you know I can skate?” “Would you have brought iceskates if you could not skate?” “Logic,” Girard said. He looked again at the stick and the iceskates. “All right. I will go. What have you planned for me for this afternoon?” “It is almost afternoon now.” “Very true,” he said. “Would you like to hold the cup while I drink?” Wen-li laughed. “Drink it while it is hot,” he said. “Do not dream over it.”
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