Oh, a question. Then she wondered if the lighter evenbelonged to him. The heat had eased a bit; a light breeze riffled the yellowgrasses along the hillsides. He let thestring fall slack between his fingers.
The hole in the baseboard wascloser every moment, looming now like a highway tunnel. To cover her irritation at the man's success--her first impulse had been to say That'scheating! , w Martine shook her head. As they reached the door that led inside, the simulatedmetal of the hangar door gave a protesting screech.
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