Travel companions
The desert area was finally giving way to an increasingly more frequent and luxuriant vegetation. They had been traveling for at least a couple of hours and Althea was wondering for the umpteenth time whether she had acted wisely accepting a ride from that man she had just met.
“At the next refreshment area we stop and eat.” Leto said, turning for a brief moment towards her. He was fascinated by her beauty and her blonde hair loose in the wind coming from the open windows. “I guess you’ll also want to stretch somewhat…”
The radio was airing a cheerful symphony by Leenhovis, a composer who had died two hundred years earlier, and who had been one of the last to create completely new music, unlike the remakes or rearrangements by contemporary authors. After brief pleasant
