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Show 180 football in church. Rut tha Colonsl had finishsri his coffee, and laid his napkin down. "Time to go." "He couldn't refusa," she continued, rising and walking with him toward the hall. "The house will be empty. You're a colonel. Ours was weakanari by tha storm," The Colonel took his hat, straightensri his jacket, and threw his shoulders back. Then, without offering or receiving what in some families is considered an endearment, he marched out, At ten o'clock, while Sid was conferring with the Major, there came the snarl of tires on gravel, and they looked out to ses the Colonel disembark and prepare for boarding. "Jesus," said the Major. "Him." And tossing his head, he dismissed Sid to his duties. When the Colonel was shown in, the Major greeted him amicably but without enthusiasm. "Good to ses you again," said the Colonsl, taking a seat and making himself comfortable. "Haven't met since the storm." "Which one, sir?" asked the Major, overwhslmed by his own wit. The Colonel enjoyed sesing someone stung, even himself, and laughed. "The one that almost sent my house into the bay." "That right, sir? Was it damaged?" "Nothing blown out or broken in. Rut the seams are sprung." "Sorry to hsar it." The Major was not vindictive; since the Colonel seemed friendly it was easy to forget the past. |