Monday, January 3rd, 2011

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5:58a	@@@@@ "Daddy, you're so amazingThis is a @@@@@ "Daddy, you're so amazingThis is a comeback and a half "How much is all this sugar going to cost me?" "Millions," she said, and laughed "Still planning to drop in on The Hummingbirds tour?" I tried to sound just interestedNot particularly concerned with my almost-twenty-yearold daughter's love life 573 "No," she said, "I think that's off Only five words, and little ones at that, but in those five words I heard the different, older Illy, one who might in the not-so-distant future be at home in a business suit and pantyhose and pumps with practical three-quarter heels, who might wear her hair tied back at the nape of her neck during the day and perhaps carry a briefcase down airport concourses instead of wearing a Gap-sack on her backNot an If-So-Girl any longer; you could strike any if from this vision "The whole thing, or-" "That remains to be seen "I don't mean to pry, honeyIt's just that enquiring Dads-" " - want to know, of course they do, but I can't help you this timeAll I know right now is that I still love him - or at least I think I do - and I miss him, but he's got to make a choice At this point, Pam would have asked Between you and the girl he's been singing with? What I asked was, "Are you eating?" She burst into peals of merry laughter "Answer the question, Illy 574 "Like a damn pig!" "Then why aren't you out to lunch now?" "A bunch of us are going to have a picnic in the park, that's whyComplete with anthro study notes and FrisbeeI'm bringing the cheese and French breadAs long as you're eating and not brooding in your tent "Eating well, brooding moderately Her voice changed again, became the adult oneThe abrupt switches back and forth were disconcerting "Sometimes I lie awake a little, and then I think of you down thereDo you lie awake?" "Sometimes "Daddy, was marrying Mom a mistake you made? That she made? Or was it just an accident?" "It wasn't an accident and it wasn't a mistake Twenty-four good years, two fine daughters, and we're still talki (Comment on this)
12:03p	@@@@@dinner for myself and my nephew at Vue @@@@@dinner for myself and my nephew at Vue Point, a business conference, naturally—” “That will do,” interrupted Jonathan Lemuel, wiping his perspiring black brow with a handkerchief, although the tropical fan was perfectly adequate for the room “I am prepared to submit everything at the proper time—” “I said that will do, Cyril “You should know that I refused a taxi driver when he offered to inflate the price of a receipt and soundly criticized him in my official position “Enough!” thundered Sykes, the veins in his neck pronounced“You both have been damn fools of the first magnitude! To have even considered John StJacques a criminal of any sort is preposterous!” “Sir Henry,” broke in the younger Pritchard“I myself saw what happened at Tranquility Inn! It was so horribleCoffins on the dock, the chapel blown up, government boats around our peaceful isle—gunshots, sir! It will be months before we’re back in full operation Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM 363 “Exactly!” roared Sykes“And do you believe Johnny StJay would willingly destroy his own property, his own business?” “Stranger things have happened in the outside criminal world, Sir Henry,” said Cyril Sylvester Pritchard knowingly“In my official capacity I’ve heard many, many storiesThe incidents my nephew described are called diversionary tactics employed to create the illusion that the scoundrels are victimsIt was all thoroughly explained to me “Oh, it was, was it?” cried the former brigadier of the British army“Well, let me explain something else, shall I? You’ve been duped by an international terrorist wanted the world over! Do you know the universal penalty for aiding and abetting such a killer? I’ll make it plain, in case it’s escaped your attention—in your official capacity, of courseIt is death by firing squad or, less charitably, a public hanging! Now, what’s that goddamned number in Paris?” “Under the circumstances,” said the deputy, summoning what dignity he could despite the fact that his trembling nephew clutched his left arm and his hand shook as he reached for his notebook “I’ll write it out for youOne asks for a blackbirdI speak a few words, Sir Henry Summoned by an armed guard dressed casually as a weekend guest in white slacks and a loose, bulky white linen jacket, John StJacques walked into the library of their new safe house, an estate on Chesapeake BayThe guard, a muscular, medium-sized man with clean-cut Hispanic features, stood inside the doorway; he pointed to the telephone on the large cherry-wood desk “Thanks, Hector,” said Johnny, pausing brieflyJones stuff really necessary?” “As necessary as ‘Hecto (Comment on this)

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