"I've been living inside A Midsummer Night's Dream my whole life and I never knew it," said Dorabella. "That was what felt like coming home to me, not reaching some strange planet."
"Well, I live inside The Tempest," said Alessandra. "Trapped on an island and desperate to get off."
Dorabella laughed again. "I'll ask your father to let us ride down with one of the shuttles and come back up with another. How's that?"
"Excellent. Thank you, Mother."
"Wait a minute," said Dorabella.
"What do you mean?"
"You agreed too quickly. What are you planning? Do you think you can sneak away into the woods and hide till I go off and leave without you? That will never happen, my dear. I will not go without you, and Quincy will not go without me. If you try to run away, marines will track you down and find you and drag you back to me. Do you understand?"
"Mother," said Alessandra, "the last time I ran away was when I was six."
"My dear, you ran away only a few weeks before we left Monopoli. When you skipped school and went to visit your grandmother."
"That wasn't running away," said Alessandra. "I came back."
"Only after you found out that your grandmother was Satan's widow."
"I didn't know the devil was dead."
"Married to her, can you imagine he wouldn't kill himself?"
Alessandra laughed. That's how it was done--you lay down the law, but then you make them laugh and be happy about obeying you.
"We'll visit Shakespeare, and then we'll come back home to the ship. The ship is home now. Don't forget that."
"Of course not," said Alessandra. "But Mama."
"Yes, darling fairy girl?"
"He's not my father."
Dorabella took a moment to figure out what she was talking about. "Who's not your what?"
"Admiral Morgan," said Alessandra. "Not my father."
"I'm your mother. He's my husband. What do you think that makes him, your nephew?"
"Not. My. Father."
"Oh, I'm so sad," said Dorabella. "Here I thought you were happy for me."
"I'm very happy for you," said Alessandra. "But my father was a real man, not the king of the fairies, and he didn't prance off into the woods, he died. Anyone you marry now will be your husband, but not my father."
"I didn't marry anyone, I married a wonderful man with whom I am bound to have more children, so that if you reject him as your father, he will have no shortage of other heirs on whom to bestow his estate."
"I don't want his estate."
"Then you'd better marry well," said Dorabella, "because you don't want to raise your own children in poverty the way I did."
"Just don't call him my father," said Alessandra.
"You have to call him something, and so do I. Be reasonable, darling."
"Then I'll call him Prospero," said Alessandra, "because that's what he is."