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Show 93 worry. I understand." Had he rebuked her she would have stood her ground, but kindness undid her. For a moment she did not trust herself to speak; she waited, until the burning behind her eyes subsided. "I'm sorry, sir. For your sake," And she tossed her head, as if casting a shard of anger at Smead. And at Michio, for one side of her mind told her that hateful as Smead had been, he was merely doing his duty. It was her own brother who had forced her into this pain, "Let's not say anything more about it," said Sid. "I'll have to report to the Major, of course, but after that - - " His voice died, and they rode the rest of the way in silence. He let her off at the Hondori, and drove on to the post. There he reported to the Major, who sat impassive, his large face unperturbed, his fingers drumming. Yosh Asano, who has been in conference when Sid was let in, sat quietly too. "Kettle of fish," said the (flajor finally. "What should I do, sir?" "About what?" "Kimiko. Jennings' cigarettes." "Knucklehead." The Major grew quiet, sucking at a tooth, nor could Sid think up a comment. In a moment Yosh spoke up: "You know, sir, I think it's Jennings' looks." "Looks like a bunny, that's for sure. And all that thumping." "It's not his fault, sir; he was built short." "He was built short, but he doesn't have to look silly. If he thought about anything but nooky he'd look brighter. |