The bullfinches have already begun on the blossom," Doctor Max said conversationally, following the direction of her eyes. Suddenly, Kara remembered that walk with him through the flat, sunlit cherry orchards four years ago. The fruit farmer bemoaning the bullfinches.
"How dare you remind me of those days?" she thought, though she didn't say it aloud.
"I suggest you sit down," he said, waving her to an armchair. "Can I offer you something to drink?"
"No, thanks.”
“Coffee?”
“No, thanks," she replied, perching on the edge of the chair.
"What was it you wanted to say?" she asked, her tone guarded.
"First of all, don't sound so hostile," he replied. "This is for your own good."
"I feared it might be," she said, her voice hardened now. "And the good of our team, of course."
Doctor Max'
