"Dad," she said, "here are press flashes from Mars and Venus. Singly, either one of them pleases me greatly. Simultaneously I can't take it."
"Sorry, Pat. But this isn't a personal proposition."
"But it means trouble."
"Perhaps."
Patricia snorted. "It does mean trouble and you know it. How are you going to avoid it?"
"I'm going to assign Flight Commander Thompson to the task of keeping or combing them out of one another's hair."
"And if and when he's successful," smiled Pat derisively. "I assume that Thompson will be awarded the Solar Citation for bravery and accomplishment far above and beyond the call of flesh?"
"He'll have earned it," smiled Kennebec. "Let's see what the sister worlds have to say."