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Show 128 conversational partners, a silent swelling of the jaw told that he was carrying on a battle with the yawns. He filled his plate and picked at the food, talking with the Engineers in the meantime, sneaking an occasional peek at his watch. Sid walked across. "Good food, isn't it, sir?" "What?" The Major looked at his plate. Anything but a steak was beneath notice: the food, like the party, was the pries of bsing CO. "Ysah, okay. I'm hot. Let's go outside." Laying their platss aside, they walked out, where like a child released, the Major stretched largely. You don't like this, do you, Sid started to ask, before remembering that analysis was not the Major's forte. What one liked one partook of. The Major liked hunting, fishing and fucking; when those activities were over he wanted to get back to work. "Here you are," came a voice at the side. Colonel Satterwhite had also felt the need of night air, and his thin,natty figure stepped out. He peersd at Sid, to sss who he was; in the slant light his eyes had a slight reptilian glitter. "Glad we're alone," he said. "You and your exec. Some things I've wanted to talk about." "Any time, Colonel," said the Major. "Any time." The Colonel stretched too, but not as largely. His stretches were tighter, more controlled. "We seem to have a cigarette market; thought we might talk it over." "Market, sir." The Major peered through the darkness. "Two packs?" |