She should have thought of it. They had tests. Because of tests, Jimmy was safe but distant. She sat down.
"Tired." Ethan yawned. "Let's go to bed."
"You go. I'm thinking."
Amantha went on thinking while he undressed and lay down. Sometimes it was difficult—things weren't as clear as they used to be. Tonight, though, she had no trouble managing her mind. A woman who had kids had to know her way around things. Presently, she said, "Tomorrow I'm going to bake."
Ethan stirred. "Won't do no good. Didn't say so, but there was a girl talking to the pilot when I got there. She was crying and begging him to take her to Earth next trip. Said she'd do anything if he would."
"Shame on her!" exclaimed Amantha. "But did it work?"
"She was young and pretty and still he wouldn't pay attention to her," said Ethan. "What chance would you have?"
"I'm going to bake tomorrow. In the morning, we're supposed to go for a walk. We'll take a big basket. Do you remember the old canal nobody goes near any more?"
There was no answer. Ethan was asleep. Now that she'd decided what to do, she lay down beside him.