Do you want me to bring something towards a picnic?" No, thanks all the same. We'll organise that. We'll pick you up about half past nine." Great. Tha...ks so much for asking me. Hey, I'd better take your phone number."He gave her both his home and mobile numbers."Would you like my address too?" He gave it to her."East Whisty? Where on earth's that?" About a mile east of West Whisty." Smarty pants!" About seven miles north-east of Winchester." Miles away." It's quite easy by road after the first. Casey had an iPhone like hers, wrapped in a spangled pink and white case. She stuffed it back in her pocket. “Where are you?” she muttered petulantly.At 12th Street, she bore right, following it to Enslow Boulevard; from there, along to Washington Boulevard, approximately 1/2-mile from home. She began to jog, clumsily at first with her hands jammed in her coat pockets, then breaking into a lope, and then finally a sprint, exhaustion overtaking and halting her a block from home. Bent double,. Well, then perforce society must change. How long ago was it that dueling was common in Tarant? Well, now, there are laws against it, and a mere generation later, and dueling is nearly unheard of.” I nodded. “The third method, of course, grows from the barrel of a gun.”Judith blinked at me. Then, smiling, she reached up with her thumb and rubbed it against my forehead. “No green paint,” she said, her voice sly.I scoffed. “Judith Garringsburg!”She laughed, then leaned in and kissed me. The kiss. You have not kept in particularly great touch with your sister since you both became adults. If you turn down the job, it wouldn’t reflect badly on her, right? Maybe this was a pity job hire, or more elaborately, perhaps a made up company or job title just to get you a steady paycheck. Your mind continues reaching and wandering down odd thought paths. You think, maybe it isn’t even a real job but a prank by a sister upset over childhood pranks of yore – despite her advantage in age, you had.