A great sigh escaped Channing. That was all right, then. Aln Muh was genuinely a Jube. The agent had told him about her--mentioned her by name, he remembered now--had said that she was upklin farming on the neighboring planet. If she had been metamorphosed, she would have been taken from him more than a year ago. He tossed his cap on the table decisively and stood up. "All right. I'll take the permanent treatment." * * * * * Ckm Dyk sucked the methane through his gills with satisfaction. It was good to be home again. He had forgotten already that he had ever been Jim Channing, that he would never be human again. He did not know that less than five minutes after the shuttle-ship had borne him off to Galactic Enterprises, Aln Muh had sent her spaceboat hurtling toward the fiery orb of Phylox Beta, mad with the grief of having lost him. It would not have concerned him much if he had known. Jubes make tender and devoted lovers, but they are notorious for their exceedingly bad memories. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Bad Memory, by Patrick Fahy