Dora came bustling out of the next room, a small, dark woman with a pinched nose, and hair, just beginning to show touches of gray, combed off the forehead.
“Hello, Ted. Have you eaten?”
“Quite well, thanks. I haven’t interrupted you, have I?”
“Not at all. We finished ages ago. Would you like some coffee?”
“1 think so.” Ted unslung his canteen and offered it.
“Oh, goodness, that’s all right. We’ve plenty of water.”
“I insist.”
“Well, then—”
Back into the kitchen she went. Through the swinging door, Long caught a glimpse of dishes sitting in Secoterg, the “waterless cleaner that soaks up and absorbs grease and dirt in a twinkling. One ounce of water will rinse eight square feet of dish surface clean as clean. Buy Secoterg. Secoterg just cleans it right, makes your dishes shiny bright, does away with water waste—”
The tune started whining through his mind and Long crushed it with speech. He said, “How’s Pete?”