> "Perhaps it's not marriage then," Sandra wondered out loud. "What are thumbs
> used for? Hitchhiking is one; the Romans used them to judge people; in some
> cultures, it is even used as an obscenity, much like the middle finger is
> for us. But how can they be related?"
Eithne nodded in the back. . . she had been thinking the same thing
about the thumbs. . . she didn't see hitchhiking as something which
could have relevance, but judgement, or obscenity. . . they were
possibilities. She made a mental note to look into that, and thought
of something else she'd like to know.
Clearing her throat and projecting slightly (she chuckled inwardly -
and they said those drama classes in college would have no bearing
on her life. . . Ha!) she spoke up. "Were any of the girls. . .
extraordinary in any way?"
Cunningham cocked his head. "What do you mean?"
"Anything which would make them the objects of contempt - exceeding
popular, bright, pretty. . . maybe had boyfriends who were any of
those?"
After looking through papers for a moment, he shrugged. "No mention
is made of it, but that doesn't mean that they weren't."
Eithne nodded - something to ask their friends about. Well, that was
fine with her. . . people, she could deal with. . . standing around
in offices with UD's, and AD's, and actual D's. . . that made her
slightly nervous.
Going over what he'd said once more to see if she had any further
comments, Eithne suddenly remembered that the flight wasn't until
4 tomarrow. . . She smiled slightly. That meant that she'd be
able to sleep! Perhaps the Powers that Be didn't hate her nearly
as much as she'd thought. . .
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