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. Now . . . Now there was the faintest of
shadows across the couch, as I realized that I'd rather be holding Coral
than her sister. That was ridiculous. I'd only known her for half a day. . .
.
There had simply been too much activity since my return. I was getting
punchy. That had to be it.
When she returned she seated herself on the couch again, but this time
with a couple of feet separating us. She seemed cheerful enough, though she
made no move to resume our earlier occupation.
"It's taken care of," she said. "He will be misled, if he asks."
"Thanks," I told her.
"Now it's your turn," she stated. "Tell me things."
"All right," I began, and I launched into the story of Coral and the
Pattern.
"No," she interrupted. "Start at the beginning, would you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Give me your whole day, from the time you left the palace togethet
until you parted."
"That's silly," I protested.
"Humor me," she said. "You owe me one, remember?"
"Very well," I agreed, and I started again. I was able to skip over the
bit about blasting the table in the cafй, but when I glossed over the
business in the sea caves by saying that we'd looked around in them and
found them pretty, she interrupted me.
"Stop," she said. "You're leaving something out. What occurred in the
caves?"
"What makes you say that?" I asked
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