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Chapter VIII

           HeglancedattheAngel.NOWwouldshesee?

           “Onmysoul!”hemutteredunderhisbreath.“Theydon’taventouchher!”

           Shelaiddownhersunshadeandgloves.Shewalkedtotheendofthecounterandturnedthefullbatteryofhereyesontheattendant.

           “Please,”shesaid.

           Thewhite-apronedindividualsteppedbackandgavedelightedassent.TheAngelsteppedbesidehim,andselectingatall,flaringglass,ofalmostpaperthinness,shestoopedandrolleditinatrayofcrackedice.

           “Iwanttomixadrinkformyfriend,”shesaid.“Hehasalong,hotridebeforehim,andIdon’twanthimstartedoffwithoneofthoseoldpalate-teasingsweetnessesthatyoumixjustonpurposetodriveamanbackintenminutes.”Therewasanappreciativelaughfromthelineatthecounter.

           “Iwantaclear,cool,sparklingdrinkthathasatangofacidinit.Where’sthecherryphosphate?That,notatallsweet,wouldbegood;don’tyouthink?”

           Theattendantdidthink.Hepointedoutthedifferenttaps,andtheAngelcompoundedthedrink,whileFreckles,standingsoerecthealmostleanedbackward,gazedatherandpaidnoattentiontoanyoneelse.Whenshehadtheglassbrimming,shetiltedalittleofitscontentsintoasecondglassandtastedit.

           “That’sentirelytoosweetforathirstyman,”shesaid.

           Shepouredouthalfthemixture,andrefillingtheglass,tasteditasecondtime.Shesubmittedthatresulttotheattendant.“Isn’tthataboutthething?”sheasked.

           Herepliedenthusiastically.“I’dgetmywagesraisedtenamonthifIcouldlearnthattrick.

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