now?â Abby asked.
âSend you away?â Kris started at the abrupt change of topic.
âThere are not going to be many dress balls where youâre heading. And not a lot of snooping that a maid can do.â Abby swallowed something hard. âI figure youâll want to leave me and Cara behind.â
Kris shook her head. âI donât think I could afford to break your contract. You had a good lawyer draw it up, and my mom never did have a head for legalese.â
Abby snorted. âWhat paperwork have you been reading?â
âMaybe it wasnât paper I was reading. Maybe it had something to do with a human heart. If you want to come, youâll always have a berth by my side.â
âAnd Cara?â
âDo you really want to take her out on the limb Iâll no doubt be sawing off?â Kris asked.
Abby didnât answer for a long minute. Her eyes were on the door to the dressing room, but Kris suspected, from the distant look, that she was seeing something else.
âCara told me that when she was captured she kept going because she remembered Bruce saying âMarines never leave anyone behind.â Poor kid, Cara was none too sure she qualified for that promise, but she kept holding to it, no matter what happened.â
Kris nodded. Sheâd found Cara a major pain in the neck . . . but there had been no question that the Wasp was going after the kid. Cara was one of their own.
âYou should have seen the look on her face when Sergeant Steve and his team came charging into that drug field where they had her. Sheâd done her best to keep her head down and be good, but sheâd just done something I would have done, and her luck was all run out. Then a Marine stomps in, and all bets are canceled.â
âI was kind of busy elsewhere,â Kris pointed out.
âYouâve got to change your scheduling priorities, Kris. You miss too much of the fun stuff.â
âTell me about it,â Kris said with a sigh.
âAnyway, for the last two, three weeks, Cara has been kind of sinking into this idea that she does have a home. She does have people who wonât leave her behind. You know what I mean.â
âSort of,â Kris said. âBut Abby, this is not my usual kind of mess. If itâs a choice of leading monsters back to human space and not coming back at all, well . . .â
Abby snorted. âYou done gone and changed on me, kid?â
âChanged?â
âYeah. Iâve followed your sorry ass through all kinds of smelly hell. Iâve seen people do their absolute best to put an end to your breathing. And you refuse their kind offers and just keep right on taking in air and letting it out.â
âA habit of mine,â Kris admitted.
âWell,â said Abby. âYouâre mighty good at it, and I donât expect you to fail to keep on keeping on.â
âThatâs very definitely my plan.â Kris admitted.
âSo, there are billions of kids Caraâs age. Billions more that ainât been born yet. I donât see that weâll be any less careful of their futures if we have one of them edging around the door, looking in on us while we decide if she and they will ever have a chance to grow up.â
âNow that you put it that way,â Kris said, âI donât see any problem with you sharing your room with Cara.
Cara bounced out of the dressing room, wearing an ankle-length skirt that chimed like a mad carillon when she spun in it.
âIâll have it put on our tab,â Nelly said without being told.
5
âI brought along three replenishment ships and a repair ship to accompany the four battlewagons,â Vicky said proudly, as Kris greeted her on the USS Wasp âs quarterdeck.
âI watched that parade the Fury led in,â Kris said. âBetween the big guns and the big cargo capacity, you look ready for anything.â
âHer father, my