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guessed that people as wealthy as
     
Devon simply took this kind of luxury for granted. She did not fault Devon. It was simply what
     
he was used to having.
     
Devon and Flim piled food on to plastic plates that had popped out Sammy and then fell
     
upon their lunch like hungry dogs. Jacinda hesitated for a moment longer then filled a plate as
     
well. At that moment she made a promise to herself to simply enjoy the trip rather than worry
     
about what it would be like to return to the mining colony were luxuries would be almost
     
impossible to come by.
The food was delicious. They all sat eating, silent except for the occasional murmur of
     
delight at the food. Flim seemed to like the chicken the most. He ate four pieces before Jacinda
     
gave him one of those looks that girls give boys when they are acting badly. Flim took the hint
     
and raided the sandwich plate next.
     
They finished the meal by each taking a slice of watermelon over to the pond and spitting
     
the seeds as far into the water as they could. Jacinda found that she had a knack for it. She beat
     
the boys handily and giggled as they tried to beat her longest spit.
     
“What’s wrong, boys? Are going to let a girl beat you?” Jacinda was enjoying the good
     
natured ribbing. Flim and Devon redoubled their efforts. Unfortunately, the harder they tried,
     
the more futile it became. Finally, they ran out of ammunition when they finished the last of the
     
watermelon.
     
“Wow, that was fun,” Flim said, wiping juice from his chin.
     
“Thanks for lunch, Devon,” Jacinda said.
     
Devon nodded, “It was my pleasure.” He was happy to see that for the first time Jacinda
     
did not seem self conscious about accepting his hospitality. He could not imagine how he would
     
feel if their positions were reversed. Devon had always had everything he wanted, except for
     
time with his parents. Jacinda, on the other hand, had little more than her family. He could not
     
help feel that in many ways, she was much luckier than he was.
     
The meal acted like a sedative on the children. They lay back on the blanket near
     
Sammy, who was no longer a table. There was no sign of the dishes or food anywhere. During
     
the spitting contest, Sammy had cleared away everything and hidden it away somewhere,
     
probably nestled somewhere inside.
The blanket felt so soft under their backs. All three friends fell into a gentle slumber,
     
shaded from the artificial sunlight by the huge Oak. Sammy dutifully stood watch over the three
     
as they napped. It was silly to think that Sammy could be protective of Devon. After all, he was
only a piece of luggage, but anyone watching would have sworn that he was guarding the boy.

Chapter 6
“Beep, beep, beep,” Devon’s datapad chirped. It immediately woke Devon, Flim and
     
Jacinda. Devon wiped his eyes, yawning.
     
“What time is it?” He asked no one in particular. The datapad chirped again.
     
“Check your pad. Did you set the alarm?” Flim said
     
Devon picked up the pad and scanned the readout.
     
“It’s 3 o’clock. The preliminary partner list has been posted.” Devon accessed the list.
     
“It’s official Flim, we are partners.”
     
“Have they assigned me a partner yet?” Jacinda asked expectantly. Devon fiddled with
     
the datapad. He frowned in concern.
     
“Yes, they did.”
     
“Well, who is it?” Jacinda asked, her voice filled with concern.
     
“You’re not going to like it.” Devon shook his head. Flim jumped to his feet and peered
     
over Devon’s shoulder. He immediately began to snicker.
     
“Who is it?” Jacinda insisted, anger creeping into her voice.
     
Devon looked straight at Jacinda. “It could be worse.”
     
Jacinda finally had enough. She reached out and snatched the datapad out of Devon’s
     
hand. Right there in black and white it sealed her fate. Merrell Gustav , the datapad showed. She had been paired with one of Terry