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"
She
could
have
made
it
too
.
She
was
beautiful
.
"
He
was
fumbling
for
something
in
his
pocket
.
I
produced
my
cigarettes
and
offered
him
one
.
He
took
it
automatically
,
lit
it
from
the
proffered
ignition
patch
on
the
packet
,
but
he
went
on
fumbling
in
his
pockets
until
he
’
d
dug
out
a
small
Kodakristal
.
I
really
didn
’
t
want
to
see
this
,
but
he
activated
it
before
I
could
say
anything
and
a
tiny
cubed
image
sprang
up
in
the
air
between
us
.
He
was
right
.
Elizabeth
Elliott
was
a
beautiful
girl
,
blonde
and
athletic
and
only
a
few
years
younger
than
Miriam
Bancroft
.
Whether
she
had
the
driving
determination
and
horselike
stamina
that
you
needed
in
Total
Body
Theatre
,
the
picture
didn
’
t
show
,
but
she
probably
could
have
given
it
a
shot
.
The
holoshot
showed
her
sandwiched
between
Elliott
and
another
woman
who
was
an
almost
perfect
older
edition
of
Elizabeth
.
The
three
of
them
had
been
taken
in
bright
sunlight
somewhere
with
grass
,
and
the
picture
was
marred
by
a
bar
of
shadow
falling
from
a
tree
beyond
the
cast
of
the
recorder
across
the
older
woman
’
s
face
.
She
was
frowning
,
as
if
she
had
noticed
the
flaw
in
the
composition
,
but
it
was
a
small
frown
,
a
fractional
chiselling
of
lines
between
her
brows
.
A
palpable
shimmer
of
happiness
overwhelmed
the
detail
.
"
Gone
,
"
said
Elliott
,
as
if
he
had
guessed
who
my
attention
was
focused
on
.
"
Four
years
ago
.
You
know
what
Dipping
is
?
"
I
shook
my
head
.
Local
colour
,
Virginia
Vidaura
said
in
my
ear
.
Soak
it
up
.
Elliott
looked
up
,
for
a
moment
I
thought
at
the
holo
of
Anchana
Salomao
,
but
then
I
saw
that
his
head
was
tilted
at
the
sky
beyond
.
"
Up
there
,
"
he
said
,
and
jarred
to
a
halt
the
way
he
had
when
he
mentioned
his
daughter
’
s
youth
.
I
waited
.
"
Up
there
,
you
got
the
comsats
.
