Chapter 52

Sorry.” Before I can reply, she asks, “How’s it going down on your

end? Dylan behaving himself?”

“Hey!” he cries, but I laugh and tell

her, “More or less. You know how he is.” Then I give her a brief

overview of the situation, choosing my words carefully because I

get the impression that Ellington’s listening a little too closely

to what I have to say. So I tell her about the committee and how

we’re supposed to meet with them tonight and how we might not,

glossing over the complications that have arisen with Marie’s

pregnancy because that’s really none of our concern. “Shanley’s

helping out,” is all I say. I don’t mention the surly demeanor of

the colonists or the virus that decimated so much of the ship’s

population, and I sure as hell don’t tell her that Dylan’s mad

because they won’t give us a room to ourselves and he’s not going

to get a piece of me tonight, she reallydoesn’t need to

know that. But I describe the planet’s surface and the S410