On the day he left, Stephan's legs looked as if he were trying to smuggle marbles out beneath his skin. Between the treatment, the food, and the heat, Stephan knew that he would deserve any babies he conceived. At the end, he was aware only of an increased sense of potency, but that could easily be attributable to abstinence. It had been easy to refuse to join the others, anxious to check their progress, on their clandestine trips across the border to Nuevo Laredo's red-light district. Lurking in the back of his mind was a hideous conjecture that some youthful indiscretion was responsible for his fertility problem. * Salinas, California/July 30, 1932 Clarice Roget mused at the tremendous change in Bandfield. Ordinarily brimming with energy, he had come back from Peru in a supercharged state as they worked desperately night and day to get the bomber proposal prepared. The shock he had felt over Hadley's accepting money from Hafner Aircraft for the fifty-five-foot wing disappeared as the engineering fever caught him.
