She thinks distinctly, somewhere distant and nauseous: No.
"Jesus-- Red," she says, sharp.
She wasn't aware (alive) for this in Russia, but she's heard enough -- she knows enough about Red's dread of a return engagement -- to recognize Anung un Rama.
Maybe it's a dream; maybe she's gone long enough without real sleep now that she's starting to imagine terrible things--
It isn't a hallucination standing 20 feet from her.
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She drops her hand off her gun.
She thinks distinctly, somewhere distant and nauseous: No.
"Jesus-- Red," she says, sharp.
She wasn't aware (alive) for this in Russia, but she's heard enough -- she knows enough about Red's dread of a return engagement -- to recognize Anung un Rama.
Maybe it's a dream; maybe she's gone long enough without real sleep now that she's starting to imagine terrible things--
It isn't a hallucination standing 20 feet from her.