“I will come, yes, I come ... I hear you call. I know it is time now I will leave this place ... come to where love sends the call out ... I too love, have warmth, I bring my breath with ... come now to know, learn, tell, teach, exchange ... come with love to love....” That was from Monday. From the Tuesday tape: “... came to us ... to me ... to us, _me-all_, came seeking, not knowing, almost, not-sure ... came with openness, with warm-breathing ... came to find and to speak and know....” He put it with the others, then took it off. This one was worth at least _asking_ about. He knew in advance what the answer would be. No one had come to the Dome or the Shack; if they had, the whole Dome would know it. But--it hung together too well. He set it aside, separately. The next two went onto the stack. He pulled the remaining page toward him, and sat staring at it. “... each time around it’s closer, bigger ... need a damn microcaliper to know it but true, it _is_ ... Lisa, Lee, love....” It wasn’t till that bit came out near the end of the Monday tape that Phil understood why she had waited till today to tell him, or why she would not stay while he played them. Damn few things that would really _embarrass_ Lee--but her own voice talking love-talk to her would be one too much! “... To you, just to you ... screw ’em all ... but I dammit I damn I love you, you’re too damn good for me but if I still can I’ll get you back ... round again, bigger, I can’t see the difference, but know ... too damn many things don’t see, don’t have to not-know account of that. Don’t see you either ... baby, babe, doll, _wait_ ... damn it hurts, scared, Lee, you know?, damn, I’m _scared_ ... but I’m coming, babe, here I come, _wait_!” Also on Monday’s tape: “... bastard, but not so bad. Smart bastard anyhow ... just for now, though ... up there, he’s the boss ... good man, Goddammit, you like the guy or not, good man in his job, and he knows not here, not know ... Mac-go-to-hell, who cares which one? Just you kid, the rest of ’em drop dead all I care....” The page was a full one. Tuesday’s sections included mentions of someone named Bass, and a man called Kenny, and something about a poker game, scraps on a smashed window, subpoena server, a bit about “Mac”--McLafferty? Well, _this_ page at least could be checked. He folded it, tucked it in his jacket pocket, and left the office. Downstairs, he turned, without quite planning to, in the direction of the Ad Building. In the back of his mind was the question of whether to speak to Thad about the tapes. He knew he wouldn’t; and with Chris on his way back, it didn’t make sense, anyhow. But he was not quite ready to see Lisa yet, and he very much wanted to talk to _some_one. He’d kill some time with Thad, anyhow. Better that way. His thoughts could work themselves out better on their own, in their hidden places, than he could do by conscious effort. _Dollars Dome--4:45_ P.M. (_C.S.T._)