She seemed surprised. "Who?"
"Your father."
"Dad? Good heavens, Lloyd, you don't suppose he knows I'm here!" She was tall, as he remembered her, and handsome, and beautifully dressed, and very self-assured. She smiled, one of those brittle things with no humor in it, and then she asked, "How long have you before take-off?"
Durham said slowly, "Time enough."
"We can't talk here."
"No. Come on, I'll buy you a drink."
They walked in silence to the crowded, noisy spaceport bar. They found a place and sat down. Durham ordered. Susan Hawtree sat opening and closing her handbag as though the operation was of the most absorbing interest.
He asked, "Why did you come here?"
"It seemed as though somebody ought to say good-bye."
"Who told you I was leaving?"