Unformatted text preview: y of Houston. He may have cut his hair, of course, but there's nothing he can do about being six and half feet in height. God only knows where he is. I'm going to leave you with Aaron. I don't want to think about it. I am cooking dinner with an armed guard in my kitchen." "He won't eat very much," said Aaron with a little smile. "Oh, hush up." She seemed on the verge of something, then simply went to Aaron and kissed him brusquely and affectionately, and dashed out in a flurry of silk and clicking heels as she had come. Yuri loved the coffee. A pot of it. His hands would soon be trem- bling and he would have indigestion, but he didn't care. When you love coffee you abandon everything to that love. He picked up the fax. He knew Latin so well he did not have to translate in his mind. It was as clear to him as any tongue he spoke: From the Elders to Aaron Lightner Yuri Stefano LASHER Gentlemen: Seldom have we been faced with such a dilemma: the defec- tion of two memb...
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This note was uploaded on 02/20/2010 for the course WRITING 220.200 taught by Professor Julie during the Spring '10 term at Johns Hopkins.
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