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. To you?-a grown woman,
almost."
"You might tell Mama that. No, Papa wouldn't; he hasn't for years and
years. But Mama says I'm eligible until the day I first marry. Mama's a holy
terror; she's a direct descendant of Hazel Stone. She said, 'Gret, you see about
suits for them. Take them to Charlie so they won't be cheated. If he can't
supply them, then see to it that they wear ours to Kong and you dicker with
Lilybet to fetch ours back later. And you had better see them off on the bus,
too.'"
Gwen said, "But, Gretchen, your father warned us that the bus doesn't move
until the driver has a load. Which could be a day or two. Even several days."
Gretchen giggled. "Wouldn't that be terrible? I'd get a vacation. Nothing
to do but catch up on the back episodes of Sylvia's Other Husband. Let's
everybody feel sony for Gretchen! Mistress Gwen, you can call Mama this minute
if you wish ... but I do have firm instructions."
Gwen shut up, apparently convinced. We rolled to a stop about fifty meters
from Lucky Dragon airlock, set in the side of a hill. Lucky Dragon is in the
south foothills of the Caucasus range at thirty-two degrees twenty-seven minutes
north. I waited, on one foot and leaning on my cane, while Bill and Gwen gave
unnecessary help to a highly efficient young lady in spreading an awning slanted
to keep the rolligon from direct sunlight for the next twenty-four hours or so
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