Chapter Thirteen – Rogue in Disgrace
CARRIE WASN’T GOOD at meetings but she did her best. Trying her hardest to concentrate, she affected a facial expression that she hoped radiated an intelligent, contemplative interest in the conversation. In truth, her eyes were often on the closed door, wondering if the library was behind it, or on the door to the outside, which had been left open. The rolling, flowery hillsides shining in pink-tinged sunlight seemed to call to her.
The points of agreement the dandrobians and squashpumps had achieved before the unfortunate accident with the Foreign Secretary were not much altered. The wording of the formal apology that the dandrobian representative was to state at the next Unity convention had been decided long ago. Neither side proposed a change to
