"Not there," said Cudyk. "That's Russky headquarters, and I'm afraid they may be a little short-tempered right now. The best place would be Chong Yin's tea room, I think. That's just two blocks up, near Washington and Ceskoslovensko."
"All right," said Harkway. He was still looking down the street. "Who is that girl?" he asked abruptly.
Cudyk glanced that way. The two M. D.'s, Moskowitz and Estrada, were on the scene, sorting out the most serious cases to be carted off to hospital, and so was a slender, dark-haired girl in nurse's uniform.
"That's Kathy Burgess," he said. "I'd introduce you, but now isn't the time. You'll probably meet her tomorrow."
"She's very pretty," said Harkway, and suffered himself to be led off up the street. "Married?"
"No. She was engaged to one of our young men, but her father broke it off."
"Oh?" said Harkway. After a moment: "Political differences?"
"Yes. The young man joined the activists. The father is a conservative."
"That's very interesting," said Harkway. After a moment he asked, "Do you have many of those here?"
"Activists or conservatives? Or pretty girls?"