"Holly sat down, glad to get off her feet for a few minutes."I have something I need to ask you when you have the time," Holly said to Marnie.Marnie n...dded, putting the coffee on to brew. Then Marnie walked over and closed the lounge door. She sat down across from Holly and looked at her."I've got a few minutes," Marnie told her quietly."John said something about a club. He said I could ask you about it."Marnie smiled and relaxed. Marnie was so professional, she realized. In fact, Marnie had. In that town he couldn't find a piece of ass to save his soul. In other places he could always search out some bored and lonely housewife who was hot and ready to screw, but not there. All the good-looking women in Tuttleville seemed to be well taken care of, were so satisfied they weren't about to make it with a stranger passing through town." Well, I'll be damned!" said Findley."You think that wouldn't make a good subject for a book?" asked Laura."Maybe," said Findley, "Depends on what else. Understandable in a singer, I supposed, though it had never bothered me. Idly I wondered whether that might change in time, now that I'd found my full voice.The wrist thing, though, wasn't a total success. I'd noticed before that she had a tendency to talk with her hands; apparently during her years in (mostly) Italian opera some of their national reliance on heavy gesticulation had rubbed off. Most Italians I'd met were congenitally incapable of speaking only from the neck up, the hands and. The challenge that confronted Glade and Demure after being exiled from the Cave Dwellers' society was to return to living together as they'd last done when they were younger and lived in a much warmer part of the world. It wouldn't be easy for them. The two women were several years older now and Demure at least somewhat less attractive. They also had to deal with the inevitable prejudice against women whose skin was significantly darker than that of anyone else they encountered.It was very.