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“I’m chatting with you too,” he replied, “and I’m dying of thirst.”

“Dying of thirst?” Melina asked, as if she didn’t understand what he was saying, and again he felt her probing fingers stroking his mind. They were Messerschmitt 109s, and it was understandable that they should attack on the last stretch of road, for even with extra tanks of gasoline they still could not safely cover the distance from where they took off to where they expected to meet the convoys. It’s the thing I want most in this world.”

“Okay, I’ll do it for you,” Melina said more like a whisper and heard the water clinking in the canister. I’ll shade over you, so you won’t be hot. As cold as the ice-cream I had last year in that nice bar on the banks of the Thames!”

“Well, why don’t you drink water?” Melina asked with slight reproach. Tanks stopped paralyzed and self-propelled guns stopped paralyzed, so from Benghazi convoy after convoy went to the front line, and Robert and his comrades had to protect them. But to all Robert’s questions, Melina’s voice usually answered evasively, and even though she laughed as heartily as the girl in London, he finally realized that she knew only as much about Melina from home as he