"How wonderful! How wonderful of you to come and see us!" said Dolores. She was a tall, dark, big breasted girl with classical features in the Byzantine sense. Her hair was black, her movements languid, her voice deep and melodius.
"We couldn't see you go to the stars without saying goodbye," said Celia.
"We talked about you so often," Dolly said. "Wondering how you were. What you were doing."
I found it hard to imagine this exotic, beautiful woman transplanted to an alien world in the role of pioneer farmgirl.
"We've thought about you too," said Celia. "So many times."
It was awkward. Solly and I hadn't exchanged more than five words.
"Would you like some refreshments?" said Dolly. "Drinks? Something to eat?" She smiled at me and smiled at Freddie, and nodded yes until Freddie nodded with her.
"Sure you do," she said.
We laughed. Dolly stood up. "We weren't expecting our guests for another hour, but everything's ready."
She and Celia and Freddie went into the kitchen.