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Show 17 "What are they talking about?" she indicated Tito and the other men who had drifted to the other end of the room. "About relationships between them. About Russia and Yugoslavia." Delilah nodded and looked seriously at the aide. "You are from California?" he asked. "Yes," she sighed. "I have that record." "What?" "You know," and he sang slowly, "Welcome-to-the-Hotel- California. By the Eagles. I like the Eagles and Linda Ronstadt also." As the aide revealed his in-depth knowledge of rock and roll, Delilah finished her second beer and took another- Her questions concerning Tito and Undersecretary Zamiotov were answered quickly or shrugged off and then his questions ran the gamut of California folklore. "Is it true that parties on Malibu beach last for days?" "I guess some do." "Have you been to them?" She shrugged "I hear," he said, "that it's hard'to get invited but once you are in it lasts for days." Tito came over to the table alone and spoke to the aide quietly in Serbo-Croat. "Is my assistant entertaining you Delilah?" "Yes," she answered and yawned. She'd finished her third beer and her eye lids were a little heavy. "Excuse me," she said putting her hand to her mouth. |