Nina Osier: Matushka

“And the gens? Will they all be freed someday, like Rachel and her babies?”

“I hope so, but I’m afraid that may take a lot longer,” Katy said. From being a haven for just herself and her husband, this tiny home had gone to being filled to its capacity. Although it would be months yet before the three little lives now sheltered by incubation fields at MinTar Medical could come home, their parents already had. Dan’s bedroom was occupied now by both Dan and Rachel, who would stay there until their family was “born” and grew old enough to travel safely. Then they had ideas about going to Mistworld, although right now those were only ideas. Time would tell. At any rate Rachel was starting to recover, was beginning to behave like the starship exec she had been—and Katy had decided that she liked her.

Before she had pitied her for her situation, and had been awed by her courage; but she hadn’t been able to pin down the other woman’s real personality enough to be sure just what she was like. She had trusted Dan, though, and now she could see that her trust had been well-placed. Rachel Kane might have begun her adult life with only a rudimentary idea of what being human really meant, but she had learned.

Learned well enough so that tonight she and Dan were out making up after a genuine fight, the kind of quarrel every couple had from time to time but that they had never before experienced. It wasn’t fun, but it was normal. And while “normal” was not a good thing in and of itself, in this case it was profoundly reassuring.

The front door opened and closed. Katy looked up from her daughter, who of course was the other cause of this home’s being filled to capacity—she had been installed in the third bedroom, and it was already a typically adolescent mess!—and then she rose so quickly that she almost leaped up, like a girl again herself, to embrace her husband as he came through the living room and into the kitchen. “Linc! You’re late.”

It wasn’t a complaint, it was a cry of relief. Linc wrapped his arms around her and held her close, kissed her as if Maddy wasn’t even there.

Maddy didn’t mind. One thing about her that was not like most girls of thirteen, was that she was not embarrassed by her mother and stepfather displaying their affection for each other. That was something she’d always longed for in her first home, and had never been able to see there.

Although for the life of her, Maddy thought now, she couldn’t imagine Mum kissing Papa like that—even though of course at one time in their lives they must have been in the habit of doing a great deal more than kissing. Otherwise she wouldn’t be here, nor would any of her three brothers have been conceived.

Something, or rather someone, touched Maddy’s thoughts; and that someone was not Linc. She frowned, because although the touch wasn’t frightening it seemed strange to her.

Her parents (she thought of them both that way, and in doing so had no sense of disloyalty to George Fralick’s memory) had finally finished kissing each other. They were standing still, with Mum’s head on Linc’s shoulder, and they were talking together so softly that even from just a couple of meters away Maddy could not make out their words. And of course she couldn’t hear their thoughts unless Linc wanted her to, and right now he did not.

She almost hated to disturb them, but she had to. The question was going to burst out anyway if she tried to hold it in. She asked, “Mum, can dead people ever talk to live people?”

Katy turned, and tucked her shoulder under Linc’s arm so she could face her daughter without moving away from her husband. She responded with a puzzled, “Why do you want to know that, Maddy?”

“Because Healer Marin just told me that another ship’s come in from Mistworld, and the Others have a surprise for you on it. He asked me to tell you, because he was afraid it might be too much of a surprise if someone didn’t get you ready for it first.” Maddy frowned again. “People who lose their bodies on Mistworld—they don’t always ‘die,’ you know.”

“I didn’t know,” Katy said, and she moved to a chair. She had a feeling she needed to be sitting for whatever she was going to hear next. She kept Linc’s hand in hers, and drew him with her until he was seated beside her with his arm once more draped protectively around her shoulders.

Ample shoulders, but George was no longer around to know or care if she was “fat” by his reckoning. And Linc didn’t care in the least, Linc made love to her body but it was Katy herself with whom he was in love. And Linc, bless him, knew the difference.

“Having trouble with the words, hon?” Linc asked Maddy now, using a typically human paternal endearment and taking tremendous pleasure in being allowed to do so.

“Yes. I need you to help me, Linc.” The child looked at him with Katy’s eyes, and if he had intended to hesitate that look banished any such ideas from his mind.

He let down the barriers. And somehow, incredibly, from Kerle Marin’s mind on a Mistworld starship to the three joined minds in the kitchen of Katy Romanova’s small home in MinTar, there flowed thoughts that two of those minds recognized.

“Ewan! Marcus! Bryce!”

Katy sagged, unaware that her body had to be supported against her husband’s arm to keep her from toppling out of her chair. It couldn’t be, it wasn’t possible…!

But it was.