::Naffie, get your Mommie some Tierest juice until her coffee can be made.::
Naffie opened a large drawer, and drew out a pitcher of a light colored liquid, which he poured into a glass. “Here Mommie, drink this.’’ ::It will make you feel better until the coffee is ready.::
“Sit, Pa Chette. This will be a long day so you must rest while you can. Zaron is arranging for some Sarran clothing for you. Of course, you will be fitted for handmade garments, but for now, we must make do with the fabricated styles.”
“I own clothing.”
“Yes, but would you consent to please us by wearing Sarran garb this moontine?”
“Yes, I suppose. But don’t think I’m a pushover. On Earth women make their own choices.”
Bron looked away from the coffee maker. “On Sarran, you have choice and unconditional love.”