Page 276 of 5+Us Makes Seven
“What’s that over there?” she asked, pointing.
I glanced up. Shit.
“The Chinese, I think.”
“The Chinese? I didn’t know they had troops here.”
“They don’t,” I said. “Here you go.”
I handed her a glass of wine.
“Thanks.”
She took a drink.
“I wonder what they’re doing over there.”
“Probably mining?”
“Mining? What, like gold?”
“You sure do ask a lot of questions.”
I grinned, wondering if she sensed the electricity between us.
“It’s my job. I’m sorry. I get so curious. I’ll ask Max about it later.”
“No, don’t,” I said.
She tilted her head.
“No? Why not?”
“They’re just miners,” I said. “No big deal.”
“I wonder what they’re mining.”
“Rare Earth minerals.”
“What are those?”
“The shit they use to make cell phones and electronics.”
“Oh, like platinum and what-not.”
“Yeah, something like that.”
We both stared out at the majestic landscape.
“It’s so beautiful. I’m at a loss for words.”
“That’s something for you,” I teased.
“Hey.”
She leaned over and lightly punched me on the arm.
I took another drink, wishing we had more wine.