Chapter 88

The message takes up one fourth of the

napkin—folded, it’s unnoticeable. The words are crammed together so

tight, some of them run into each other, but I still manage to make

them out. They give me more questions than answers, though. How did

the Semper Filand if Ellington didn’t want to give Parker

coordinates? He’s still not letting them in, though. And Marie’s

getting worse. It occurs to me that I’ve never talked with her, I

don’t know her feelings on this whole situation. Is she as blasé as

Maclin about the life of the child she carries? Is she xenophobic

like Ellington?

I doubt it. If she’s managed to break

through the emotional barriers Conlan built around himself like all

the other colonists, then she probably shares his anguish, his

desperate hope. All the more reason to help her, help them both.

Maybe this will be the start of a new family unit here, one that

doesn’t fall apart from death or disease, one that survives.

Only then will the colony—and Operation