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Show 15 Tito stood breathing deeply, sweat beaded on his forehead and he wiped it off with the sleeve of his robe. "What is your name my dear?" "Delilah." 'Delilah! You must be tired from all this exertion. Come! Have some refreshment with me." He turned to the ocean again, "Keep looking friends," he yelled to the crowd and took Delilah by the arm. They started up the path preceded by two guards. "You are American Delilah?" "Yes." "And do you stay at the hotel?" "No. On the mainland. There," she pointed, "at my aunt's house. I've been there all summer-" "And where is ho-ae?" he stopped at the top to catch his breath. "Los Angeles, California." "Ah, California, a beautiful place." A dry-suited Russian at the door stepped aside allowing the first guard to enter followed by Tito, Delilah and two other guards. The last guard closed the door and remained outside with the Russian. The room was air-conditioned and the water that dripped off of Delilah and soaked into the carpeting made her shiver. Tito spoke to a young aid- who left the room and returned immediately with a towel and robe and handed them to her. As she put the robe on her eyes wandered over the large room noticing the closed and draped windows and settling on a table of refreshments at one end of the room and a small group of men nearby. Tito led her to the table. |