He didn't take it out, not yet, just made a loose fist around it. He’d turned to Victor three dozen times in the past two days. So they got the cottage, and that first summer they'd taken the kids up to the Winsor Dam. 'Holy God,' Pete says at last, giving Jonesy a disgusted look.
He jumped atthe infinitesimal pressure, felt through the g-and crash-suits. She turned and staredat him. Once more in dusk, he opened the paper. His hip hurt coming back down, the pack with his shit in it was heavy on his back, and he felt slow and clumsy on the wooden rungs nailed to the trunk of the maple, but that was okay.
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