" "We're on the aspinward side?" "Yes." "We're on the aspinward side?" "Yes." "Wonderful. Nobody lives out here. My best chance is waiting for Maha Oren to find his way by." "Doubtful, his team is headed the other way, anyway." "Oh, great. Look, Miss Flanders, I'd really like to go to sleep, alone, if I may." "Okay. Will I see you in the morning?" "If I feel like seeing you, maybe." I led her to the door, and, admittedly, slammed it on her as she left. I awoke the next day sometime after daylight, and began to look around for something to wear. The less-than-comfortable clothes I'd had on yesterday were on the chair, but I had no desire to wear them, so I opened the closet and examined its contents. Seems somebody knows what I like to wear, at least. There were a lot of t-shirts, collared simple shirts, a few heavier, nicely-cut shirts, two vests with what looked like a million pockets, and several pairs of jeans. I hoped silently that they fit. In the drawers I found appropriate shorts and socks, and dressed myself comfortably. I tried the window again. It opened. Figures. Outside was cool and comfortable, and I took one of the vests along, the blue one. I left the room and headed downstairs. I realized that I had no idea what this house was like, and the mistress thereof was nowhere to be seen so I decided to look around. |