OCR Text |
Show 203 had always been plain; yet in both some ineffable similarity shone through. Something to do with - power? The Generals had spotted the new arrivals and walked up, as he always did, directly, his gaze bearing down. "Who," he asked his sister without looking at her, "is this?" "Mrs Lambert, Curtis. Along with Mrs Parker and Mrs Murakami. General Greaves." The ladies murmured acknowledgement. The General - flicking his glance over the other two as someone climbing into his car checks his tires -- returned to Harriet. The dark eyes focussed: "What are you doing here?" "My husband's CO of an intelligence Detachment." "Whereabouts?" "Naka Oji." At the name he snorted, and Harriet's eyebrows lifted. She glanced at the Satterwhites; then looked back at the General. |