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Show 218 that remained for the r e s t. "Yuraku-en food good," said Mike. " I t _is." said Louise. "Wonder where they get i t ." "Brack Market." "Surely not. Hotels are allowed rations. Besides, black-market food would be expensive." "We cover it," said Phyllis. "The bill's plenty, not to mention the cigarettes." Louise glazed. "I wouldn't dare. Not after Kimiko." "I would, I do. On Hal's salary, we have to. We always take cigarettes on a trip." "Trip?" A familiar voice sounded nearby, and they turned to find Mrs* Satterwhite. "Trip?" In those days the word meant a journey by plane, ship or motor-car. "Just talking," said Evelyn, most directly in the line of fire. She intended to say no more, but Mrs Satterwhite's eyes, it had been noted, had a way of summoning up more information than the speaker planned to dispense: an innocent like Evelyn d,i:cfli was an open "Haven't bean out of Oji all summer." "Are you sure? Wasn't there Kyoto?" "Maybe a month. Anyhow, a long time." "Something wrong?" Mrs Satterwhite continued. "Is the Major gone?" "No, just busy. We are, that is. Getting ready to leave." And that topic hung near. But Mrs Satterwhite let her off. "We haven't either," she |