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Show 193 the gravel, the seeds she had planted might have had trouble sprouting. "Official" Oji might be separated into two camps, that like Cold War governments maintained only diplomatic contact, but on the lower levels there were a thousand links between the two -- servants, chiefly - and news that the General might be reassigned soon spread through Naka like a noxious odor. "Reassigned!" said Louise Wilson. "Where to?" "Kyoto, according to Hal," said Phyllis. "Lordy." Louise's eyes wandered across the water. "Practically in our lap." "Nor is that all. He might get Oji as well." Louise gave forth a ladylike, almost inaudible gasp. Then: "Does the Major know?" Phyllis shrugged. "Acts like he doesn't. And to give him credit, there's nothing he could do." "He could make the proper moves; at least call." "Not unless the General let it be known he's available." "There are ways and means." |