Mark Dunn - We Five

“I don’t know,” said Molly. “It will bring back so many memories of my excursions with Dad when I was a girl.”

Ruth placed a hand on Molly’s shoulder. “We’re going to make you a brand-new memory, Molly. Today. Right now.” Ruth smiled. “And as it so happens, Sisters, I’ve been holding five trektrak passes since the last time we tried to do this and everything fell agang.”

Carrie kissed Ruth on the cheek. “You are such a dearling. I was going to suggest just slipping out without passes and paying the penalty afterward, but now we can do it legal!”

We Five took the arterial to K Station where the Fourth Quadrant’s main standport was located. They suited up, choosing rigs in their favorite colors, and Molly requesting a Pulmoassist because the excitement of leaving the Quadrant might accelerate her inhalations and make her expend her standard nitrox allowance faster.

Since it had been quite some time since they’d been in the Outland, it took a while to get used to walking in the heavy suits, but soon they were ambulating comfortably and moving along the paved Prowlpath past holographic markers and informational signage pertaining to the geology and terrain of the Tesla Terranium, which looked very much like the moon except for the occasional bright green takite deposit and the sparkling lemon yellow of the giant xanthite quarry nearby. The Prowlpath had yet to be cleared of most of the debris from the last two meteor showers and there were places where We Five had to sidestep scatterings of inconvenient meteoritic rubble, but there was no difficulty in reaching the observation deck at the terminus of the path.

We Five climbed the stairs and brought themselves up to the highest landing, which commanded the very best view of the sky, set off in sharp perspective by the forewash of the Kepler Peaks.

Not a word was said — though the interpersonal transmitters were still engaged — each sister standing in awe of the deep black, twink-stippled sky. For where were there words to describe such an extraordinary view?

And Molly took Maggie’s pudge-gloved hand and Maggie took Jane’s and Jane took Ruth’s and Ruth took Carrie’s, and the five friends who had been friends nearly all their lives, the five sisters-of-the-heart, stood side by side by side by side by side in mesmeric silence and felt tiny and inconsequential in this tuck-corner of a vast, cold universe.

But they did not feel alone.

Not even for a parasecond.

The author wishes to thank the following individuals who read the manuscript in early drafts and offered suggestions that were thoughtful and most helpful:

Mary Elizabeth Dunn, Patrick Gabridge, George Ovitt, Jim Davis, Mary Ellen Holman, Tonya Hays, Michael Keith, Carolyn Valtos, Janet Stephenson, Susan Guinter, Laurie Kalet, and Jonathan Odell.

The author also wishes to thank his literary agent Amy Rennert for her many years of support. He is grateful, as well, to be working again with his favorite editor Guy Intoci and his favorite copy editor Michelle Dotter. A special thank-you goes to Patrick Walsh for his fifteen-year advocacy and friendship — happy proof that an Irishman can also be a mensch.