Rebl listened intently for news about the bombing. She kept the antique radio low. Just in case.
“Been 2 hours,” Guyd put forth in a purr. “I don’t think anything’s going to happen.”
“Just wait my friend. Be patient.” Guyd knew the bush was rarely wrong, but also Rebl stated that the bush was growing older. One day it will not be with us as ultimate guide. That day may be sooner than expected, she said.
“New York–” the radio sputtered. “New — ork has been…” The radio went dead.
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“After you dearest.”
“No I insist. After *you*.”
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Rebl paused in her drinking. “Someone has entered.”
“Aberrant?” the drink-less Guyd asked. They’d been expecting this.
“Could be.” She takes another sip of the hot liquid. At any rate, she knew their hidden room would be safe.
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