I demanded abruptly, “What did your brother want to talk to me about?”
“Me,” she said surprisingly. “I sent him. A Martian girl goes after what she wants. Did you know that?”
She swung on her heel and left me. I puzzled over it. Was that why Miko had struck me down, and was carrying me off? Was my accursed masculine beauty so attractive to this Martian girl? I did not think so. I could not believe that all these incidents were so unrelated to what I knew was the main undercurrent. They wanted me, had tried to capture me. For something else than because Moa liked my looks....
Dr. Frank found me mooning alone.
“Go to bed, Gregg! You look awful.”
“I don’t want to go to bed.”
“Where’s Snap?”
“I don’t know. He was here a while ago.” I had not seen him since the burial of Anita.
“The captain wants him.” The surgeon left me.