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Show Acting Alone Page 419 Colorado Springs neighborhood, the Elder couldn't honestly say to himself that he was absolutely sure that his assumptions about this lovely visitor of Sammy's were correct. He'd never cared simply to phone Senator Nimrod and ask. He didn't want to appear too eager to externalize their relationship to that extent. The difference in nominal church rank made it seem more appropriate and dignified were the Senator to make the first outright contact in this matter. But sometimes he lay in bed here alone and watched the monitor-screen as she entered the Holly Sugar Building with her unsearched, unX-rayed basketful of presumed sacraments or other such goodies. He buzzed the boys down in Audio-Viz to zoom in on her blackish, intelligent eyes. He saw such a determined serenity there, and, zooming back again almost in consternation, saw such sheer unwomanly strength of will in her long-limbed stride, that the conscious part of him was absolutely certain that only a woman who enjoyed the sanction of the highest authority in the land could have the temerity, or even the ability, to move like that. She practically bared her teeth and smiled at the beefy security force with a condescension so natural and self-assured that they - and even the Elder at first - mistook it for the kindness and solicitude of Our Savior Himself. And the unconscious part of him, in dreams that played back the videotape in full, miraculous color and high resolution focus, told him the following: No matter whose authority she's operating under, if anybody's at all, do not interfere with her. |