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Show 71 censoriousness. "Dark grassesl" said Mike, walking up to Ellen Smead, standing at one side. Ellen raised her hand to her eyes. "That door. Must get it fixed." In the meantime Mrs Satterwhite had driven up. Stepping out of the jeep she gave instructions to Tomo, whom she had brought along to carry the bags, and turned to greet Phyllis Parker, also stepping out of a jeep. "The weekly battle," said Mrs Satterwhite cheerily. "It is that." "I see the others are here," and she indicated a number of Detachment personnel farther down the platform. "Who's Mrs Wilson talking to?" "Yosh Asano. Mike's husband." "Handsome young man. Nisei too?" "Yes." Yosh was indeed as good-looking as Mike, though less spectacularly so. He had a calm, gentle, wida-eyed face (the epicanthic fold almost missing), and a slight, compact figure. His hair was turning prematurely, peppering his temples with a distingue' hint of silver. Mrs Satterwhite drummed on her purse with her slightly chewed fingernails, and stared at the c@jple. "Handsome, handsome, Makes the rest of us - - M She clapped out a rueful laugh and looked at Phyllis conspiratorialiy, a conspiracy, however, |