Going Public

Wallerman was in mid-sentence when his left arm crumpled into jelly. His drink went tumbling.

"Oh, poo," he said, wiggling his shoulder. His arm flopped loosely.

"What happened?" asked Riatta.

Wallerman had his phone out and was checking the stock ticker. "Someone spotted a mole on my pinky, and faith in the whole arm collapsed." He sighed. "Bailout time." He reached over and held his left arm up with his right, folding the rubbery fingers around a new glass.

"What happens if someone spots a problem with your other arm?"

"Shh!" Wallerman hissed, ducking his head. "They might hear you!"