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Show 205 plans?" "I really hadn't any." Her tone was different, too; and the alteration worked on Mrs Satterwhite, She joined her husband in the battle. "I'm sure, Curtis," she said, "there'll be time to meat the Detachments. But at the moment we're due back." "What for?" "Lunch," said the Colonel, "at the NCO Club. The sergeants are setting it up." "Plenty of time," the General said to Harriet. "No sweat." "Don't you want to wash up?" asked his sister. "I'm clean." "Or . . . rest?" "Who's sleepy?" And he winked at Harriet, who looked aside, though not displeased, "We've got an hour free," the General continued. Harriet brought her gaze back. The moment was at hand: the die must be cast, the bird seized. Her eyes flicked over the Satterwhites, nicked a bit in passing, and then settled boldly on the General."Maybe, then - " The Colonel interrupted. "Curtis -- " and turning he spoke to an officer. "Call the driver." "Maybe what?" " -- you could come over -- " "Keep going," said the Colonel. " - for a drink." |