have to have a meal at Senta's before I'd really feel at home." "Well, it'll be a couple of hours. Suppose we all go up to my office, in the meantime. Give the ladies a chance to fix up for the party, and have a little drink and a talk together." "You want to do that, Conn?" his father asked. There was an odd undernote of anxiety, or reluctance, in his voice. "Yes, of course. I'd like that." His father turned to speak to his mother and Flora. Kurt Fawzi was speaking to his wife, interrupting himself to shout instructions to some laborers who were bringing up a contragravity skid. Conn turned to Colonel Zareff. "Good melon crop this year?" he asked.
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