Karen Yeager walked softly around Jonathan. The two of them and Sam Yeager all had book deals now, but Jonathan"s dad had got his more than a month before either one of them. That didn"t bother her much. But she could see how it got under her husband"s skin. She laughed at herself. She"d almost thought of it as getting under Jonathan"s scales-proof, as if she needed proof, she"d spent too much time around the Race.
Jonathan hadn"t said much about the way he felt, but he didn"t need to. Spells of alternating gloom and bad temper said it for him. He"d come in second to his old man again, and he didn"t like it one d.a.m.n bit.
Hearing the doorbell came as a relief. "Who"s that? What does he want?" Jonathan said, grumpy still.
"One easy way to find out." Karen opened the door. "Oh, h.e.l.lo, Mickey! Come in."
"Thanks," Mickey said. Karen waved him to a chair. They"d bought a couple adapted to a Lizard"s shape. But Mickey sat down in an ordinary armchair. "I"m more used to these d.a.m.n things." He swung one eye turret toward Karen, the other toward Jonathan. "And whose fault is that?"
"Well, we could blame the federal government," Karen said. "It"s a handy target-and it is where Jonathan"s dad got your eggs."
Mickey shook his head. He did that as naturally as most Lizards shaped the negative gesture. "Too big a target. I need to blame people, people, not a thing." not a thing."
"We"ve already apologized," Jonathan said. "There"s not much else we can do about it now. And you"ll have the last laugh-even with our cold sleep, odds are you"ll outlive us by plenty."
"Your father already told me the same thing," Mickey said. Most of the time, that would have been fine. Now . . . Now, Jonathan made a noise down deep in his throat. He didn"t want to hear that his father had got there ahead of him one more time. Mickey went on, "Yeah, I"ll live a long time. But what will I live as as? A curiosity? h.e.l.l, I"m a curiosity even to myself."
"Would you like to be a curiosity with a drink?" Karen asked.
"Sure. Rum and c.o.ke," Mickey said. As she went to the kitchen, he added, "You Yeagers, all of you, you"re my family-all the family I"ve got, except for Donald. The only problem with that is, I shouldn"t have any any family, and if I did have a family, it shouldn"t be full of humans." family, and if I did have a family, it shouldn"t be full of humans."
Karen brought him the drink, and scotch for her and Jonathan. "Well, we"ll try not to hold it against you," she said.
Both his eye turrets turned sharply toward her. Then he realized she was joking, and chuckled-a rusty imitation of the noise a human would make. "Donald would have bitten you for that," he said, sipping.
"Donald may resent people, but he"s piled up a h.e.l.l of a lot of money making them laugh," Jonathan said.
Mickey shrugged. "I"ve piled up a h.e.l.l of a lot of money, too. I"ve got nothing against money-don"t get me wrong. Life"s better with it than without it. But Donald was right about what he told you the day you came down from the Commodore Perry Commodore Perry-the fellow who said it can"t buy happiness knew what he was talking about. That makes Donald angrier than it does me. Instead of biting them, he makes them laugh-and then he laughs at them for laughing at him."
Jonathan caught Karen"s eye. He nodded slightly. So did she. That made more sense than she wished it did. It also went a long way towards explaining the urgency of Donald"s performance on You"d Better Believe It. You"d Better Believe It. Something not far from desperation surely fueled it. Something not far from desperation surely fueled it.
"Do you laugh at us, too?" Karen asked.
"Sometimes. Not quite so often. I still want to be one of you more than Donald does," Mickey answered. "Yeah, I know that"s silly, but it"s how I was raised. I speak English as well as I can with this mouth, but I have an accent when I use the Race"s language. Ain"t that a kick in the head?"
"Ka.s.squit speaks the Race"s language as well as she can with her mouth," Jonathan said. "It"s the only one she knows. She never learned any of ours."
"That"s a d.a.m.n shame." Mickey added an emphatic cough, but a lot of human English-speakers these days would have done the same thing. "You could have done worse. I"ve never said anything different. Donald may have-but Donald doesn"t always even take himself seriously, so why should you?"
Before either Karen or Jonathan could answer, the doorbell rang again. "Grand Central Station around here," Karen said. When she opened the door, she found Donald out there on the walkway. "Well! What can I do for you?"
"May I come in?" he asked. "Please?" Mockery danced in his voice.
"Of course." Karen stepped aside. "You"re always welcome here. We"re not angry at you. We never have been, no matter what you"ve decided to think about us."
"How . . . Christian of you." That was more mockery, now flaying rather than dancing. But Donald started slightly when he saw Mickey. "Ah, my Siamese twin. The only Lizard on four planets as screwed up as I am-except he won"t admit it."
"Oh, I admit it," Mickey said. "How could I do anything else? It"s true, for Christ"s sake. The difference is, I don"t think we can do anything about it now, and I don"t think there"s much point to getting upset about the way it happened."
"Why not? They"re to blame." Donald pointed to Karen and Jonathan. "Them and old Sam."
"We"ll take some of the blame for the way you turned out-some, but not all," Jonathan said. "You have to blame yourself, too."
"Don"t hold your breath," Mickey said. Donald let out an angry hiss. Like some of the purely human noises Ka.s.squit made when she was furious or surprised, that one seemed instinctive in the Race.
"Can I fix you a drink to go with everyone else"s?" Karen asked Donald. She gave him her sweetest smile. "No need to check it for rat poison, I promise."
"Meow," he said. "Most of the time, I get paid for being rude-though there are some people for whom I"d do it for nothing. I"d love one, thanks. Whatever he"s having." He pointed to Mickey"s rum and c.o.ke. "You Yeagers made d.a.m.n sure our tastes would be the same, didn"t you?"
"In a word, no," Karen answered over her shoulder as she went back into the kitchen. "It did work out that way a lot of the time, but not always. It often does with two brothers, especially when they"re the same age."
"Brothers? How do you know we"re brothers?" Donald said. "All we were when you got us was a couple of eggs. They could have come from anywhere-from two different anywheres. For all you know, they did."
Now Karen and Jonathan looked at each other in consternation. They and Jonathan"s father had always a.s.sumed the eggs they"d got from the government came from the same female. Karen realized Donald was right: they had exactly zero proof of that. She wondered if the people who"d got the eggs from the Lizards had any idea whether they belonged together. After seventy years, she couldn"t very well ask. Odds were none of those people was still alive.
"If you want to know bad enough, there"s genetic testing," Jonathan said.
"I"ve talked about it. The Race thinks I"m some kind of a pervert for caring one way or the other," Donald answered. "But I do do care-and there"s one more thing that"s your fault. I"m a G.o.dd.a.m.n human being with scales, that"s what I am. I already told you I watch Rita"s t.i.ts, didn"t I? Yeah, I thought so. I shouldn"t give a d.a.m.n. I know I shouldn"t give a d.a.m.n. But I do. I can"t help it. It"s how I was raised. Thanks a lot, both of you." He raised his gla.s.s in a scornful salute, then gulped the drink. care-and there"s one more thing that"s your fault. I"m a G.o.dd.a.m.n human being with scales, that"s what I am. I already told you I watch Rita"s t.i.ts, didn"t I? Yeah, I thought so. I shouldn"t give a d.a.m.n. I know I shouldn"t give a d.a.m.n. But I do. I can"t help it. It"s how I was raised. Thanks a lot, both of you." He raised his gla.s.s in a scornful salute, then gulped the drink.
"I watch women, too," Mickey confessed. "I keep thinking they"re what I ought to want even though I can"t really want anything unless I smell a female"s pheromones. Even then, half of me thinks I ought to be mating with a pretty girl, not with a Lizard."
Oh, Lord. They"re even more screwed up than Ka.s.squit is, Karen thought miserably. As far as she knew, Ka.s.squit had never wanted to lie down with a Lizard. But then, the Race didn"t parade s.e.x out in front of everybody and use it to sell everything from soap to station wagons the way people did. Except during mating season, Lizards were indifferent-and after mating season, they tried to pretend it hadn"t happened. With humans, the t.i.tillation was always out there. Mickey and Donald had responded to it even if they couldn"t respond to it . . . and if that wasn"t screwed up, what the devil would be? Karen thought miserably. As far as she knew, Ka.s.squit had never wanted to lie down with a Lizard. But then, the Race didn"t parade s.e.x out in front of everybody and use it to sell everything from soap to station wagons the way people did. Except during mating season, Lizards were indifferent-and after mating season, they tried to pretend it hadn"t happened. With humans, the t.i.tillation was always out there. Mickey and Donald had responded to it even if they couldn"t respond to it . . . and if that wasn"t screwed up, what the devil would be?
Donald thrust his gla.s.s out to her. "May I have a refill, please?" Now he didn"t even give her the excuse of rudeness to say no.
"All right." She wasn"t all that sorry for a chance to retreat.
"We do have a lot to answer for. I know that," Jonathan said. "We went ahead even after we knew what Ka.s.squit was like. That should have warned us-it did did warn us. But we went ahead anyway." warn us. But we went ahead anyway."
Mickey slid a sly eye turret in Donald"s direction. "Don"t beat yourselves up about it too much. For all you know, he would have been crazy if the Lizards raised him, too."
Donald used a negative gesture that didn"t come from the Race but that n.o.body in the USA was likely to misunderstand. "You just give them excuses," he snarled.
"Enough!" Karen said suddenly. "Enough with all of this. We did what we did. It wasn"t perfect. It couldn"t have been, by the nature of things. But it was the best we knew how to do. And it"s over. We can"t take it back. If you want to hate us for what we did, Donald, go right ahead. We can"t do anything about that, either."
"Well, well." If anything ever fazed Donald, he didn"t let it show. "And I thought I was the one with the sharp teeth." Letting his lower jaw drop, he showed off a mouthful of them. "Aren"t you afraid I"ll make nasty jokes about you on the show?"
"Go ahead, if that"s what you want to do," Karen answered. "They"ll make you look worse than they do us, and you"ll just give me more juicy bits for my book. Or would you rather I put you over my knee and paddled you?"
She hadn"t done that since Donald was much much smaller. Sometimes, as with human children, it had been the only way to get his attention. He rose now with what might have been anger or dignity. "No, thanks," he said. "However messed up I am, I don"t take pain for pleasure." smaller. Sometimes, as with human children, it had been the only way to get his attention. He rose now with what might have been anger or dignity. "No, thanks," he said. "However messed up I am, I don"t take pain for pleasure."
"Take it, no," Karen said. "Give it . . . ?"
Donald spun and sped out of the apartment. He didn"t even slam the door behind him. "Congratulations, I think," Mickey said. "I"ve never seen anybody do that to him before."
Karen got herself another scotch. As she put ice cubes into the whiskey, she said, "I don"t want congratulations. I want to go back into the bedroom and cry. Rip van Winkle didn"t know what to do when he woke up, either, and we were asleep a lot longer than he was."
"O brave new world, that has such difficult people in"t!" Jonathan misquoted.
"Now that you mention it, yes." Karen turned to Mickey. "Nothing personal."
He shook his head. "It"s all personal. If it weren"t, you wouldn"t be so upset."
He was right, of course, and Karen knew it. She"d thought they could come back to America and fit in better than they"d managed in the few months since they"d come down from the Commodore Perry. Commodore Perry. Maybe things would improve as time went by. She hoped so. It wasn"t the country she"d left close to forty years earlier. She hadn"t changed, and it had, and she had trouble getting used to it. Who was right? Was she, for thinking things had been fine the way they were? Was the rest of the country, for going on about its business without her? Was it even a question of right and wrong, or just one of differences? She knew she"d be looking for answers the rest of her life. Maybe things would improve as time went by. She hoped so. It wasn"t the country she"d left close to forty years earlier. She hadn"t changed, and it had, and she had trouble getting used to it. Who was right? Was she, for thinking things had been fine the way they were? Was the rest of the country, for going on about its business without her? Was it even a question of right and wrong, or just one of differences? She knew she"d be looking for answers the rest of her life.
The refectory was the only chamber in the Admiral Peary Admiral Peary big enough to gather most of the crew together. Even Lieutenant General Healey came to hear the presentation by the officer from the big enough to gather most of the crew together. Even Lieutenant General Healey came to hear the presentation by the officer from the Tom Edison. Tom Edison. Seeing Healey"s bulky form did nothing to delight Glen Johnson, but he stayed as far away from the commandant as he could. Seeing Healey"s bulky form did nothing to delight Glen Johnson, but he stayed as far away from the commandant as he could.
Lieutenant Colonel Katherine Wiedemann carried a mike the size of a finger that let her voice fill up the hall. They hadn"t had gadgets like that when Johnson went into cold sleep. "I want to thank you for your interest and attention," she said, and tacked on an emphatic cough. "Ever since the Commodore Perry Commodore Perry got here and found you"d arrived safely, we"ve had to work out what would be best for you. This was especially challenging because so many of you are restricted to weightlessness. But now we have the answer for you." got here and found you"d arrived safely, we"ve had to work out what would be best for you. This was especially challenging because so many of you are restricted to weightlessness. But now we have the answer for you."
"Not "we think we have the answer." Not "we have an answer," either," Mickey Flynn murmured. "Oh, no. "We have the the answer." " answer." "
"Hush," Johnson said. But he took Flynn"s point. These twenty-first-century Americans were a d.a.m.ned overbearing lot. They thought they could lord it over the twentieth-century crew of the Admiral Peary Admiral Peary by virtue of owning forty more years of history. The evidence-and the power-were on their side, too. by virtue of owning forty more years of history. The evidence-and the power-were on their side, too.
"You will have a choice," Lieutenant Colonel Wiedemann said. She was blond and stern-looking-if anyone argued with her, she was liable to send him to the woodshed. "You may stay here aboard the Admiral Peary Admiral Peary if you like. Or you may return to the Solar System in the if you like. Or you may return to the Solar System in the Tom Edison. Tom Edison."
No matter how stern she was, she had to pause there because everybody in the refectory started talking at once. Three people shouted the question that was also uppermost in Johnson"s mind: "How? How do we do that?"
With the help of her strong little wireless mike, Lieutenant Colonel Wiedemann answered, "If you"ll listen to me-if you"ll listen to me-ladies and gentlemen, I"ll tell you." She waited. The hubbub didn"t stop, but it did diminish. At last, she nodded. "Thank you for your attention." She would have made a h.e.l.l of a sixth-grade teacher. "We intend to send the Tom Edison Tom Edison off to the transition point at a lower acceleration than normal-just .05 g. Our medical experts are confident that this will not be dangerous even to those of you who have been weightless the longest. The journey will take longer because of the lower acceleration, but it will be safe." Again, she left no possible room for doubt. off to the transition point at a lower acceleration than normal-just .05 g. Our medical experts are confident that this will not be dangerous even to those of you who have been weightless the longest. The journey will take longer because of the lower acceleration, but it will be safe." Again, she left no possible room for doubt.
This time, Johnson was one of the people calling questions: "What do we do when we get there?"
Maybe he was very loud. Or maybe she was going to answer that question next anyhow. "When you arrive in Earth orbit, you will have another choice," she declared. "You may stay in orbit, in weightlessness, on one of the U.S. s.p.a.ce stations, for the rest of your lives. The stronger of you may also choose to settle at Moon Base Alpha or Moon Base Beta. The gravity on the Moon is .16 g. Permission to settle there will be granted only with the approval of physicians at the s.p.a.ce stations."
Johnson tried to imagine himself with weight again. The trip back on the Tom Edison Tom Edison didn"t worry him so much; his effective weight there would be about eight pounds. He exercised regularly, and was sure he could deal with that. But if he tried to go live on the Moon, he"d weigh about twenty-five pounds. That was enough to notice. Some people-Flynn, Stone, and Lieutenant General Healey, too-had been weightless even longer than he had, because they"d gone into cold sleep later. But it had still been close to twenty years by his body clock since he"d felt gravity. didn"t worry him so much; his effective weight there would be about eight pounds. He exercised regularly, and was sure he could deal with that. But if he tried to go live on the Moon, he"d weigh about twenty-five pounds. That was enough to notice. Some people-Flynn, Stone, and Lieutenant General Healey, too-had been weightless even longer than he had, because they"d gone into cold sleep later. But it had still been close to twenty years by his body clock since he"d felt gravity.
"What do we do if we stay?" someone asked.
"In that case, you will remain aboard the Admiral Peary, Admiral Peary," Lieutenant Colonel Wiedemann replied. "We will send replacements across from the Tom Edison Tom Edison to handle the jobs of those who elect to return to the Solar System. We want to continue to have an armed presence in the Tau Ceti system-and a monitoring presence, too. This ship is the only choice available for that until we have more FTL craft in service. That day is coming, but it is not yet here." to handle the jobs of those who elect to return to the Solar System. We want to continue to have an armed presence in the Tau Ceti system-and a monitoring presence, too. This ship is the only choice available for that until we have more FTL craft in service. That day is coming, but it is not yet here."
More questions followed, but those were the ones that mattered most. "What do you think?" Johnson asked Flynn as the gathering broke up.
"Interesting choice," the other pilot answered. "We can be obsolescent here or obsolete there."
That was about the size of it. Johnson said, "New faces back there."
Flynn twisted his not-so-new face into a not-so-happy expression. "By what I"ve seen from the Commodore Perry Commodore Perry and the and the Tom Edison, Tom Edison, new faces are overrated. They"re an improvement on yours, sure, but that"s not saying much." new faces are overrated. They"re an improvement on yours, sure, but that"s not saying much."
"Gee, thanks a bunch," Johnson said. Mickey Flynn regally inclined his head.
Lieutenant General Healey zoomed past, as usual a bull in a china shop. "No, I"m not going anywhere," he said to anyone who would listen. "My a.s.signment is commandant of the Admiral Peary, Admiral Peary, and I aim to carry it out. When I leave this ship, I"ll leave feet first." and I aim to carry it out. When I leave this ship, I"ll leave feet first."
Johnson hadn"t been in much doubt about what he would do. Hearing that removed the last traces of it. Going back to Earth would be strange. Seeing it and not being able to land on it would be frustrating. Spending the rest of his life with Lieutenant General Healey would be like going to h.e.l.l before he died.
He didn"t know how much that particular worry bothered other people, but a majority of the crew on the Admiral Peary, Admiral Peary, Mickey Flynn among them, applied to go back to the Solar System. Johnson wondered if Healey would try to hold him back, but the commandant didn"t. Healey probably wanted to be rid of him as much as he wanted to be rid of Healey. Mickey Flynn among them, applied to go back to the Solar System. Johnson wondered if Healey would try to hold him back, but the commandant didn"t. Healey probably wanted to be rid of him as much as he wanted to be rid of Healey.
When a shuttlecraft took Johnson to the Tom Edison, Tom Edison, his first thought was that the new starship felt much more finished than the his first thought was that the new starship felt much more finished than the Admiral Peary Admiral Peary did. The did. The Admiral Peary Admiral Peary was a military ship first, last, and always, and had no frills or fanciness of any sort. The was a military ship first, last, and always, and had no frills or fanciness of any sort. The Tom Edison Tom Edison"s accommodations, though cramped, were far more comfortable. And computers had come a long way since the Admiral Peary Admiral Peary left the Solar System. Johnson discovered he had access to an enormous library of films and television programs, including a whole great swarm that were new to him because they"d been made since he went on ice. He hoped that meant he wouldn"t be bored on the way back to Earth. left the Solar System. Johnson discovered he had access to an enormous library of films and television programs, including a whole great swarm that were new to him because they"d been made since he went on ice. He hoped that meant he wouldn"t be bored on the way back to Earth.
No matter what Lieutenant Colonel Wiedemann said, he had worried about what owning any sort of weight again would do to him. But the tough-looking officer turned out to have known what she was talking about. The only time he really noticed he had weight was when he missed a handhold as he brachiated through the starship. Then he"d slowly glide to the floor instead of just floating along to the next one. His legs proved plenty strong to push him on to the next gripping point.
Mickey Flynn weighed more than eight pounds, but he also seemed to be coping well enough. "Nice to eat new meals," he remarked in the galley one day, then raised his hand in self-correction. "I should say, new styles of meal. We didn"t eat the same supper over and over on the Admiral Peary, Admiral Peary, after all." after all."
"No, it only seemed that way," Johnson agreed. "Of course, these ships don"t have to recycle as much as we did. They can get resupplied whenever they come back to the Solar System. We were out there for the long haul."
"It certainly seemed like a long haul," Flynn said, and Johnson couldn"t very well argue with that.
He dutifully lay down on his bunk when the ship neared the transition point. The warning announcement said that some people felt what it described as "unusually intense vertigo." That didn"t sound like a whole lot of fun. What he felt when the Tom Edison Tom Edison leaped the light-years was . . . exactly nothing. He shrugged. Anyone who suffered from vertigo wasn"t going to make it as a pilot. leaped the light-years was . . . exactly nothing. He shrugged. Anyone who suffered from vertigo wasn"t going to make it as a pilot.
That evening in the refectory, he asked Flynn whether he"d he"d felt anything. "Not me," the other pilot replied. "I"m normal." felt anything. "Not me," the other pilot replied. "I"m normal."
"G.o.d help us all, in that case," Johnson said. Flynn looked aggrieved. He did it very well. Johnson wondered if he practiced in front of a mirror.
Seeing Earth again, even if only on a video screen, brought a lump to Johnson"s throat. He"d got occasional glimpses of the home planet when he was out in the asteroid belt on the Lewis and Clark. Lewis and Clark. But a blue star near a shrunken sun wasn"t the same as seeing oceans and clouds and continents-and there, by G.o.d, there was the United States. Clouds covered most of the eastern half of the country, but he didn"t care. He knew it was there. But a blue star near a shrunken sun wasn"t the same as seeing oceans and clouds and continents-and there, by G.o.d, there was the United States. Clouds covered most of the eastern half of the country, but he didn"t care. He knew it was there.
When the Tom Edison Tom Edison"s shuttlecraft took him to a s.p.a.ce station, he found a tall mound of paperwork to remind him in another way that he"d come home. He formally retired from the Marine Corps and discovered just how much money he had to draw on. "This doesn"t include the living allowance you"ll have here," said the functionary handling his case. "This is acc.u.mulated pay and interest."
"It"s mighty interesting," Johnson allowed. He really could be a sugar daddy down below-if it weren"t for gravity. Up here? He wasn"t so sure about that. Finding out could also be mighty interesting, though.
The functionary looked pained. "Do all you Rip van Winkles make bad puns?"
"Ah, you"ve been dealing with Mickey Flynn," Johnson said, and surprised the man all over again.
"Will you want to stay here in weightlessness, or would you rather settle in one of the bases on the Moon?" the modern asked.
"I don"t know yet. Do I have to decide right away?" Johnson replied.
Reluctantly, the other man shook his head. "No, not yet. But the longer you stay weightless, the harder it will be for your body to get used to the Moon"s gravity-if it can at all."
"I"ve been weightless for years and years," Johnson answered. "I don"t think a few days to make up my mind will kill me or my chances."
The longer he stayed at the s.p.a.ce station, the less inclined he was to leave. It was a much busier operation than any he"d known in s.p.a.ce before leaving Earth orbit. Of course, that was almost seventy years ago now. In those days, s.p.a.ce travel had been almost exclusively military. Nowadays, this place was a tourist trap.
He shopped. He spent money in stores and bars. That felt strange, after doing without cash and credit cards for so long. In one of those bars, he met a woman from Cincinnati who hadn"t been born when he went into cold sleep. Donna thought he talked a little funny (he thought everybody these days talked a little funny), but she thought he was interesting, too. One thing most enjoyably led to another.
"I"ve never done it weightless before," she said in his chamber. "It"s different."
"Yeah." It had been a h.e.l.l of a long time since Johnson had done it any other way. It had, in his opinion, been too d.a.m.n long since he"d done it at all.
"What do you think about being back after all the things you did and all the places you went to?" she asked.
"Well, right this minute I like it fine," he answered. That made her laugh, though he was kidding on the square. In an odd way, the encounter-which lasted only a day-made up his mind. This wasn"t Earth, but it was the next best thing. He"d stay here.
Ka.s.squit stared down at the little female hatchling in her arms. She"d already known that Tosevite hatchlings were much less able to fend for themselves than those of the Race. In the twenty days since hers came forth, she"d seen that again and again for herself.
But the hatchling did know how to feed itself, and sucked greedily now. Ka.s.squit"s b.r.e.a.s.t.s were still tender, but she was getting used to nursing. It wasn"t anything the Race would do-it wasn"t anything the Race could could do-but it had a satisfaction of its own. And she was convinced it helped forge the emotional attachment between mother and hatchling that formed such an important part of Tosevite society. do-but it had a satisfaction of its own. And she was convinced it helped forge the emotional attachment between mother and hatchling that formed such an important part of Tosevite society.
Along with things like that, she was finally learning some English. Having a word to describe nursing nursing instead of the long circ.u.mlocution she would have needed in the Race"s language came in handy. And, since the hatchling hadn"t exactly hatched, instead of the long circ.u.mlocution she would have needed in the Race"s language came in handy. And, since the hatchling hadn"t exactly hatched, baby baby seemed more precise. Because it was female, it was a seemed more precise. Because it was female, it was a daughter. daughter. Had it been male, it would have been a Had it been male, it would have been a son. son. That puzzled her, because she thought That puzzled her, because she thought son son was also the word for a star. Sooner or later, she hoped it would make sense. As with a lot of things that had to do with wild Big Uglies, though, she recognized that it might not. was also the word for a star. Sooner or later, she hoped it would make sense. As with a lot of things that had to do with wild Big Uglies, though, she recognized that it might not.
Someone knocked on the door. That had to be a Tosevite; a member of the Race would have used the hisser. "Come in," Ka.s.squit called. "It is not locked."