I walked for a couple of hours, and I found myself loving those kids, really loving them. A very emotional experience. I suppose it’s a natural result of working for an airline I am permanently time conscious. Precisely at six thirty, therefore, not a minute earlier, not a minute later, I was down in the busy, busy lobby of the Tel Aviv Monarch ready for my date with dashing Rygg Norgaard freshly bathed, slightly perfumed, wearing my white sleeveless Bill Blass knit, and ready for anything, particularly dinner. I hadn’t eaten lunch, and I was as hungry as a horse. Rygg, I decided, must have been delayed by another medical emergency. Perhaps a girl walking along Pink as Street had suddenly gone into labor.
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