They were spasmodically trying to work things out, but she was not optimistic about the likelihood of getting back together. “Too much water over th... dam,” was her terse explanation. I expressed my regrets about that, and she thanked me. By this time, I had pretty much concluded the manicure, and was massaging Mrs. Huggins’ arms. As I rubbed the lotion into the first arm, she closed her eyes and relaxed with a sigh. I worked the lotion into her hand and wrist, then worked my way up her arm. "I've beenlazy."Surreptitiously, he poked me in the gut. "It doesn't show." Not yet," I grinned. "But it will soon if I don't get out there again. Notall of us have the seventeen-year-old's constitution."He looked at me challengingly. "Oh, I don't know. You seem to be able tokeep up OK."Our double entendres weren't even all that lewd, and yet even the barestsuggestion of sex with Adam made me slightly light-headed. "So ... back tothe apartment, and then a run?"I wondered if it would be possible. Borodin was not particularly intelligent but she had animal cunning and was, therefore, formidable. It was Borodin who had interrogated me after Mira’s death. I had insinuated myself into Mira’s trust and confidence. It had been a long mission during which I had had to tolerate many humiliations and, all the while, maintain the fictional identity of the English journalist, Joanna. Borodin had been very suspicious and I had to call on my reserves of strength to withstand her questioning. It was. " Doesn't really matter if I'm okay with it or not. All of you have already decided for me anyway. Since no one seems to want me to be able to decide things for myself, I've been looking into other people's business." Sweetheart, we're all thinking about what's best for you. Whose business have you been looking into?" Mostly yours, Mama. I've found out some interesting things, some suspicious things. I'm thinking about what I'm finding too, trying to get it to fit some pattern, to make some.