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Show 242 any around. "It makes sense," said Paul. "For everything a season," intoned Jonathan. "Actually," said Julia, "it's a lovely little place. Philip and I often take a walk there about this time of day." "What a nice idea," said Tia. "What an absolutely terrific idea. Why don't we all go over there right now?" she giggled. "I'd like that," said Jonathan. "Of course," said Julia, "I'll show you around." Philip tried to think quickly. Paul, he figured, would go; Paul was Tia's husband, a follower. It was Philip's chance, perhaps his only one, to be alone with Molly. "Great idea," he said, "wish I could join you. But I'd better stay with the chicken." He let his eyes wander. "And I might need some help, who else'11 stay?" He looked at her, looked at Molly. It seemed to him that she could not possibly refuse, could not deny him this; yet he was surprised when she didn't. In a minute the others got up to leave. Philip and Molly watched silently as the little band of pilgrims made their way across the road and up the slight grassy incline to the white stones; watched silently and apart from one another although it seemed to Philip that they were arm in arm and already in. the midst of their conversation. What was he forgetting? They would have tea, each glass with successively less sugar in order to leave their mouths clean for the meat, the lamb. The sun was gone now and they were in bright desert dusk. A slight breeze |