She had been getting bad by degrees, Susan realized, but had become ever so much worse since the gossip about Jonas and Coral Thorin had started. Ye must be mistaken about that. although if they’re the sort of lads I’m expecting, fuck-ups are apt to be the rule of the day. In her childhood there had been a sign on it reading AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY, but it had blown away in some windstorm or other.
But I can’t tell. Reynolds watched until he was gone, then took his seat at Coral Thorin’s desk, shuffled the cards, and continued the game which Jonas had left half-finished. I want to shake the dust of fucking Mejis off my hat and boots as soon as I can. “Good day, gents! Long life! Gentle breezes! Happy siestas!”They waved and smiled back.
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