"Don"t you ever feel the heat, Jack?" Elliot dragged the back of his hand across his forehead, leaving a temporary dry track that perspiration soon refilled. "This is unbearable."
Jack took a breath of the perfumed air. "It will get a lot worse before it gets better. It"s only April; wait until June, and we"ll really know about it."
"I forgot." Elliot threw him a glance that combined jealousy with admiration. "You were born in this country, weren"t you?"
"So I"ve been told." Jack straightened his uniform. The details of his early life were so confused and contradictory he had never worked them out. "I don"t remember much about it; I was young at the time."
"That explains it then." Elliot adjusted the crimson cord on his shoulder. "God, I miss the old uniform. This one is so dull in com
