thudded and had a nice darkness of my own.
Either I was a slugabed or the admiral, released from his role as a
except for the Colonel who stood with his hand on the operating lever
down the road and into a tunnel under a, row of buildings. One of the
Do you want to be first, little man? You wish the others to watch
she kissed me warmly on my cheek. My arms embraced her in automatic
somewhere. Can we take that break now and wait for the reports?
himself out on his blower-powered bagpipe. Steengo plucked at a tiny
It was snow-white, clinker-built, with a stub mast festooned with
When it was high enough he turned to take another toy out of the box.
We did many an encore this day. Finished finally with the feeling of