"Then it's no use. A slow ship is all we'd be allowed to take—and we wouldn't be allowed because it'd be more than a month."
"They won't remember every last minute we spent in space."
"They will, too," he stated. "They've got records."
"Maybe they lost them."
"Look, we've got kids and grandchildren here. They come around and see us. Do we have to go to Earth, 'specially when it'd be against the law?"
"That's just it," she argued. "We've seen all our other kids' kids. Ain't we going to see the youngest? How do we know his wife can take care of a baby? I can't sleep nights, thinking of it."
"Try catnaps during the day, like I do."
Amantha touched the button and the automatic chair stopped abruptly. "Are you going to try to get tickets or aren't you?"
"I'll think about it. Go ahead and rock."
"I won't," she said obstinately, "not even if it was the kind of chair you can rock yourself. I thought I married a man who'd make me happy."