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Show 13 the sand was deep. Frequently one of the women stopped to remove a sandal ^ clean out the grit. "So good to get away," said Louise. She looked at the cloudless sky; the breeze was fresh, and when they entered the grove the tart small of pine swept about. "From Oji, that is." "And the Army." Louise, readjusting her sandal, felt a touch of distress. "Sid likes it," she said. "The easy life, the travel, the pay." "We pay too. We have the goodies -- servants and leisure - but really: toys on a string." "What do you mean?" asked Louise, masking a touch of testiness, "How free are we? We can't eat in a Japanese restaurant or stay in a Japanese hotel or go to Kyoto without authorization." "Those rules have their reasons." "How about social life, which is just as absurd? Give a reason." "Civilized society: helps people get along." "Easy for you to say; you're top dog." Phyllis wondered at her image, but forged ahead. "And in Oji. Even worse in Tokyo: they take orders from a general's wife." "Officers' wives," Louise reminded her, "don't 'take orders.*" "They take 'suggestions.' If Mrs. General X suggests - " Louise looked at her with a touch of exasperation. "We don't have any generals." "No. Wa have colonels." In spite of herself Louise felt a blush rise; then she looked away and marched on. "Dinah Satterwhite," she said, |