I think about that. “Pretty much. Except sometimes there’s shooting and things blow up.”
“What’s so bad about the emergency station?” I’m sure I’m not the only one wondering that.
“It’s almost like they’re trying to force a caste system,” Dina says thoughtfully.
“I’m worried about you,” he whispers.
“Hey,” I murmur. “Don’t worry. We’ll figure it out. We always do.”
Grimspace beckons; I can’t resist the call.
I don’t even want to. I don’t smoke, rarely drink, and I gave up chem years ago.
This
is my vice.
Question is, what am I going to do about it?
Hell is two weeks on a ship with an infant.
“Both?” Yeah, it’s definitely both.
Great. He’s interested because I’m
not
? Men.
Now why didn’t March tell me that?
“I wonder if they’ve thought of that.”
“The Corp would’ve just blown the place up and built a new one,” he says.