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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 86 of 307 more than two days. And once you get out there, you can't stop. The man is paying. We've got to give him something." "I don't even know what she looks like. How will I know if I see her?" "Oh, yeah." He pulled out a manilla envelope. "There are a few pictures in here." The pictures were all eight by tens. Some of them were very grainy from having been enlarged but in the ones that were crisp, the intelligence in this woman's eyes was something piercing. It looked as though she had worn her hair in every way imaginable. In her late teens she had gone for the Rapunzal long blond hippy hair deal, replete with indian dresses and a garland of flowers. Then she had gone right to a crew cut. An actual boys crew cut but it only brought out her hi§h cheekbones and made her soft blue eyes more beautiful. Was she a model? None of -these were professional pictures. They were all blow ups of snapshots. Except for the wedding picture. This was professional. And from her dress and attitude I could tell it was a Utah marriage. The Salt Lake City Temple behind her was also a dead giveaway. Her hair was shoulder length. It was taken sometime after her crew cut. Did she cut her hair while her fiance was away on a mission? Her husband was a strapping Marine. That was a guess. He was dressed in the white that is customary for these temple marriage |