I have my job at KSC, for which I’m very grateful. I even got a promotion. I’m a loadmaster-in-training now. In a couple months, I’ll be a full loadmaster and I’ll get a raise.
Halima is six months pregnant now, and we’re all preparing for the baby. We’ve worked out a rotation so that my other sisters can take care of the baby while Halima stays in school. Mom, Dad, and I will keep working. Dad was almost ready to retire, but now he’ll have to work another five years at least. What choice do we have? T
here’s just not enough money otherwise.
Dear Kelvin,
You’re a loadmaster-in-training? Does that mean you sometimes set up cargo pods unsupervised? Because there are a lot of people in Artemis who smoke.
Dear Jazz,
I’m listening…
I stared at Dale like he’d grown a dick out of his forehead. “How…?”
“What else would you do?” He took the helmet from my unresisting hands. “You had to know the posse would cover all the Artemis entrances. That just leaves the Visitor Center.”
“Why aren’t you with the posse!”
“I am with the posse. I’m the guy who volunteered to guard the Visitor Center. I would’ve been here sooner, but this was the first train out. Given the timing, I’m guessing we caught the same ride.”
Shit. Some criminal mastermind I was.
Dale set my helmet on a bench, then took my hand and unclamped the seals on the glove. He rotated the glove at the wrist and pulled it off. “You went too far this time, Jazz. Way too far.”
“You’re going to lecture me on morality?”
He shook his head. “Are you ever going to let that go?”
“Why should I?”
He rolled his eyes. “Tyler’s gay, Jazz. Gay as Oscar Wilde wearing sequins walking a pink poodle with a tiara on his head.”
“The poodle has a tiara?”
“No, I meant Oscar Wilde—”
“Right, right, that makes more sense. Anyway: Fuck you.”
Dale groaned. “It was never going to work for you two. Never.”
“And that makes it okay for you to fuck my boyfriend?”
“No,” he said softly. He took my other glove off and sat it on the bench. “We shouldn’t have been screwing while you two were still together. I was in love and he was confused, but that doesn’t make it okay. It was wrong.”
I looked away. “But you still did it.”
“Yeah, I did. I betrayed my best friend. If you think that doesn’t kill me inside you really don’t know me.”
“Poor you.”
He scowled. “I didn’t ‘recruit’ him, you know. If I weren’t there he would have left you on his own. He’d never be happy with a woman. It has nothing to do with you. You know that, right?”
I didn’t respond. He was right, but I was in no mood to hear it. He gestured for me to turn around. I did as instructed and he detached my life-support pack.
“Don’t you want to tell your EVA buddies you caught me?”
He carefully set the pack on the bench. “This is a big deal, Jazz. It’s not just an ass-beating. You could get deported. You blew up Sanchez Aluminum’s harvesters. Why the hell did you do that?”