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. Enjoy yourself. Take her to the theater. Go on a picnic. Don't be so wound up.
(s)B.
The note self-destroyed, so I knew it was authentic. So I obeyed. With pleasure! But I am not going to describe the fleshpots of Satan's capital city.
This morning I finally reached that odd point where I was (am) writing now about what is going on now - and I hand my last page to Pat.
Less than an hour after I completed that line above, the gong sounded; Pat went out into the foyer, hurried back. She put her arms around me. 'This is good-bye, dear. I won't be seeing you again.'
'What!'
'Just that, dear. I was told this morning that my assignment was ending. And I have something I must tell you.
You will find, you are bound to learn, that I have been reporting on you daily. Please don't be angry about it. I am a professional, part of the Imperial security staff.'
'Be damned! So every kiss, every sigh, was a fake.'
'Not one was a fake! Not one! And, when you find your Marga, please tell her that I said she is lucky.'
'Sister Mary Patricia, is this another lie?'
'Saint Alexander, I have never lied to you. I've had to hold back some things until I was free to speak, that's all.' She took her arms from around me.
'Hey! Aren't you going to kiss me good-bye?'
'Alec, if you really want to kiss me, you won't ask.'
I didn't ask; I did it. If Pat was faking, she's a better actress than I think she is
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