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Show 46 "Medan, in Sumatra. My father was consul." The jeep splashed along the rain-pocked street; from time to time a gust of wind carried tha spray inside. She held ths collar of hsr coat against hsr chssk, to protect tha windward side, the other was open to his own appreciativa enjoyment. "Were you raised there? Ever come to Japan?" "Oh yas. Often when I was young. And later I came back to school." A touch of warmth came into hsr voics, as if infused by memory. "But I'm talking too much." "Too much! Three sentences." And he smiled, drawing an answering smile from her. "Tell me mora." "What do you want to know?" "About your family, your home, what you do. When you'ra not at the Club." "My family is small. We were repatriated whan the war ended; all our rslativas ware gone, and we settled here. But Father was sick, and died within a month. Now" -- her voice speeded a bit, as if fighting against weakness - "we live ... as we can." "Your mother's hare?" "Yes. And a brother. You may know him: Michio -- works in the BOQ." "Oh," said Koontz. "Him." She was peering out, and before reaching a nondescript corner occupied by a blocklike building she leaned forward. |