When we were done, Buster said, “You can have his things, if you want. You’ve been his best friend for years.” I responded with a brief smile, about all I could manage. “Thanks, Buster, but I think I’ll be going. Archimedes was all that was holding me here.” Buster gazed at me in a perplexed silence for a few moments. Then he said, diffidently, “Robert? You’re the Bawbe, aren’t you?” “Yes, Buster, I am.” I shrugged. “And with Archimedes gone, well…” “Will we be okay?” I nodded. “Yes, you will. You’ve gotten control of your environment, now. You’ll show the world who’s boss. And in some huge
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