I cleared my throat.Alice turned and stepped down the steps, not realizing what I’d just seen. “It’s the one to the left there just out of my r...ach,” she said calmly. I nodded and mounted the ladder, poking my upper body through the dark hole in the ceiling. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust, but then I saw the box she mentioned and grabbed it with my fingertips and pulled it closer. Soon I had it and moved to bring it down. But the bottom was ripped out and the full contents of. They made their vows. They gave each other rings. It was a short ceremony. Then there were photographs. Finally they were on the steps of the Town Hall. More photos."God!" whispered Claire. "Your outfit is a real turn on! I don't know if I can wait for evening!"Then, as they went down the steps to the cars, Claire stopped. Mike looked. It was Cheryl. Claire and Mike were first down the steps, and Cheryl moved forward, looking self-conscious, even embarrassed."I just want to say," she said,. There are 80 men aboard, all armed because they weren’t sure what they would find here but they didn’t come to fight. They hope to find food but had no idea what to bring to trade for it. In addition, they hope to be able to also trade for crude oil, but food is their main priority. There has been a drought for four years now and crops are faring poorly. All old supplies of food have been used up and they have to live on what they grow--and it isn’t growing well,” she explained.I called Armando. Below her was Lenin street leading to October Square. A brass statue of the founder of the USSR stood in typical pose, arm outstretched, appealing to the masses. Kniaz Suvurov, the warrior-monk of ancient Muscovy, gazed West, as if his very stare would whither the invader. Soviet iconography settled like a dust over ancient Russia, she thought, and lay uneasily upon its History.Through the bedroom she could hear the muffled sounds of Jana and John reacquainting. She smiled to herself and took a.