Part 34 (2/2)

So Ari got her in trouble and took all but one of her s.h.i.+ps. Then the last one. By that time she had a way to win. But everybody else was looking unhappy and n.o.body was teasing anybody, except Amy left the table crying.

n.o.body said anything. They all looked at Amy. They all looked at her like they wanted not to be there.

She was going to win. Except Sam didn't know it. So she said, ”Sam, you can have my pieces.”

And she went and got Nelly in the kitchen and said she wanted to go home. Nelly looked worried, then, and stopped having fun with Corrie, and they went home.

She moped around the rest of the day, being lonely. And mad. Which was fine. She thought of maman then. And missed Ollie. Even Phaedra.

And thought if Valery had been there he would not have been so stupid.

”What's the matter?” uncle Denys asked that evening. He was very kind about it. ”Ari, dear, what happened at the party? What did they do?”

She could Disappear them all if she said they had a fight. Maybe they would anyway. She wasn't sure. At least Amy and Kate were still around, even if they were stupid.

”Uncle Denys, where did Valery go?”

”Valery Schwartz? His maman got transferred. They moved, that's all. You still remember Valery?”

”Can he come back?”

”I don't know, dear. I don't think so. His maman has a job to do. What happened at the party?”

”I just got bored. They're not much fun. Where did maman and Ollie go? What station?”

”To Fargone.”

”I'm going to send maman and Ollie a letter.” She had seen mail in maman's office. She had never thought of doing that. But she thought that would get to maman's office at the other place. At Fargone.

”All right. I'm sure they'd like that.”

Sometimes she thought maman and Ollie weren't really anywhere. But uncle Denys talked like they were, and they were all right. That made her feel better, but it made her wonder why maman never even called on the phone.

”Can you call Fargone?”

”No,” uncle Denys said. ”It's faster for a s.h.i.+p to go. A letter gets there much faster than a phone call. In months, not years.”

”Why?”

”You say h.e.l.lo, and it takes twenty years to get there; and they say h.e.l.lo and it takes twenty years to get here. And then you say your first sentence and they don't hear it for years. You could take hundreds of years having a conversation. That's why letters are faster and a whole lot cheaper, and they don't use phones and radios between any two stars. s.h.i.+ps carry everything, because s.h.i.+ps go faster than light. There are more complications to the question, but that's more than you really want to know to get a message to your maman. It's just a long way. And a letter is the way you do things.”

She had never understood how far far could be. Not when they were jumping s.h.i.+ps around the board. She felt cold and lonely then. And she went to her room and wrote the letter.

She kept tearing it up because she didn't want to make maman worry about her being miserable. She didn't want to say: maman, the kids don't like me and I'm lonely all the time. maman, the kids don't like me and I'm lonely all the time.

She said: I miss you a lot. I miss Ollie. I'm not mad at Phaedra anymore. I want you and Ollie to come back. Phaedra too. I'll be good. Uncle Denys gives me too many cookies, but I remember what you said and I don't eat too much. I don't want to be fat. I don't want to be hyper, either. Nelly is very good to me. Uncle Denys gives me his credit card and I buy Nelly lots of things. I bought a s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p and a car and puzzles and story tapes. And a red and white blouse and red boots. I wanted a black one but Nelly says that's for azi until I'm older. Little girls don't wear black, Nelly says. I could too, but sometimes I do what Nelly says. I mind everybody. I saw Amy Carnath today and I didn't hit her. She still snivels. I study a lot of tapes. I can do math and I can do chemistry. I can do geography and astrog-raphy and I'm going to study about Fargone because you're there. I want to go to Fargone if you can't come here. Are there any kids there? Have you got a nice place? I miss you a lot. I miss Ollie. I'm not mad at Phaedra anymore. I want you and Ollie to come back. Phaedra too. I'll be good. Uncle Denys gives me too many cookies, but I remember what you said and I don't eat too much. I don't want to be fat. I don't want to be hyper, either. Nelly is very good to me. Uncle Denys gives me his credit card and I buy Nelly lots of things. I bought a s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p and a car and puzzles and story tapes. And a red and white blouse and red boots. I wanted a black one but Nelly says that's for azi until I'm older. Little girls don't wear black, Nelly says. I could too, but sometimes I do what Nelly says. I mind everybody. I saw Amy Carnath today and I didn't hit her. She still snivels. I study a lot of tapes. I can do math and I can do chemistry. I can do geography and astrog-raphy and I'm going to study about Fargone because you're there. I want to go to Fargone if you can't come here. Are there any kids there? Have you got a nice place?

Tell uncle Denys I can come. Or you come home. I'll be very good. I love you. I love Ollie I am going to give this to uncle Denys to send to you. He says it takes a long time to get there and your letter will take a long time to get to me so please write to me as soon as you can. I think it will be almost a year. By then I will be eight. If you tell Denys to let me come real soon I guess I will be almost nine. Tell him I can bring Nelly too. She'll be scared but I'll tell her it's all right. I'm not afraid of jumps. I'm not afraid to come by myself. I do a lot of things by myself now. Uncle Denys doesn't care. I know he would let me come if you said yes. I love you.

ix Florian was late again. There was a shortcut along between 240 and 241 and he took it, dodging out between two groups of Olders and skipping backward to nod a courtesy and murmur: ”Excuse me, please,” before he turned and sprinted across the road and up to Security.

”I'm very sorry,” he said, arriving at the desk inside Square One. He was trying not to pant as he handed his chit to the azi at the desk. The man looked at the chit and put it in his machine.

”Blue to white to brown,” the man said. ”Change in brown. Instructions there.”

”Yes,” he said, and looked where the man pointed. Blue started with that door and he went, not running, but going in a great hurry.

He knew he was still late when he got to brown. The azi in charge was waiting for him. ”I'm sorry,” he said. ”I'm Florian AF-9979.”

The man looked him over and said: ”Size 6M, cabinets on the wall, go change. Hurry.”

”Yes,” he said, and went into the changing room, hunted quickly for 6M, pulled out the plastic packet and threw it onto the bench while he peeled out of his clothes. He put the black uniform on, sat down quick to pull on the socks and put on the slippers, then hung his AG uniform on the pegs beside uniforms of all sizes and colors. He was so nervous he almost forgot his new keycard, but he got it off his other coveralls and clipped it to the black ones, then raked a hand through his hair and hurried outside again.

”Down the hall,” the azi with the clipboard said. ”Brown to green.

Run!”

He ran. And followed the halls till he found a door marked with green-in-brown. Inside, then, into a gym. He came bursting in where there was a man with a clipboard, and another Younger, who was dressed like him, in black coveralls. Who was a girl. girl. He felt a shock, but gut-level, reacted to the Super and made a little bow. ”Sorry I'm late, ser.” He felt a shock, but gut-level, reacted to the Super and made a little bow. ”Sorry I'm late, ser.”

The Super looked at him just long enough to keep him worried, and he did not dare look back at the girl who was, he was sure now, here just like he was, to find her partner for this a.s.signment.

Then the Super made a mark on his board and said: ”Florian, this is Catlin. Catlin is your partner.”

Florian looked at the girl again, his heart beating hard. It was a mistake. It must be. He was late. He got a girl partner. He was supposed to change bunks and he had thought he was supposed to bunk with his partner. Wrong, then. He did not know where he was going to sleep.

He wanted his cla.s.ses back. He had been upset about the new a.s.signment even if his old Super told him he could still have AG on his Rec hours. He wanted- But the girl bothered him. She looked- She was blonde, blue-eyed, a scab on her chin. She was taller than he was, but that was nothing unusual. She had a thin, very serious face. He thought he had seen her before. She stared at him, the way you weren't supposed to stare. Then he realized he was doing it too.

”Catlin,” the Super said, ”you know the way from here. Take Florian over to Staging, talk to the Super there.”

”Yes, ser,” she said, and Florian almost asked the Super to look and check if there was some mistake, but he was late, he had gotten a bad start with this man, and he did not know why he was as upset as he was, but he was panicked. Catlin was already going. He caught up with her as she walked toward another door behind the hanging buffer-mats at the end of the gym. She used her keycard, held the door for him, and led the way into another long cement hallway.

Down stairs then. And another cement hall.

”I'm supposed to have a bunk a.s.signment?” he said finally, behind her.

She looked back on the stairs and he caught up with her in the long concrete hall at the bottom.

”22. Like me,” she said. ”We're going in with Olders. Partners room together, two and two.”

He was shocked. But she seemed to know what was right, and she she was not upset. So he just walked behind her, wondering if somehow the Computers had glitched up and he was supposed to have gotten tape to explain all this and help him not make mistakes. He had, he thought, to talk to the Super where they were going. was not upset. So he just walked behind her, wondering if somehow the Computers had glitched up and he was supposed to have gotten tape to explain all this and help him not make mistakes. He had, he thought, to talk to the Super where they were going.

They got to the other place. Catlin keyed in, and there was a Super sitting at a desk. ”Ser,” Catlin said. ”Catlin and Florian, ser.”

”Late,” the Super said.

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