For Sab, these are seductions of difficult passages ahead. It makes her feel young again. She’s taken off her cap, sunglasses, and pullover. She likes facing her battles with the least
accoutrement. You could say that where Jet might buckle under, and Robbie reduced into a state of inaction, Sab rises and shines. But this also means, for Robbie who’s more attentive than
he’s usually given credit for, Sab is in her barest minimum of clothing, tank top and short shorts as usual, and such an ample woman. So Robbie’s also watching the guide in his corner,
making sure the man’s not ogling Sab. Robbie’s not talking just yet. As far as he’s concerned, it’s still too early for any kind of discourse.
Meantime Jet is taking it all in. The path in reverse; the various rock-forms; the sand blasted
