Rankle, rankle. “What is that supposed to mean?” I asked. “First you say you wanted me to say yes because then they might agree, and now you want to work it the other way? You asked me, Hickory. My answer is no. If you think asking my parents is going to get me to change my mind, then you don’t understand human teenagers, and you certainly don’t understand me. Even if they said yes, which, believe me, they won’t, since the first thing they will do is ask me what I think of the idea. And I’ll tell them what I told you. And that I told you.”
Another moment of silence. I watched the two of them very closely, looking for the trembles or twitches that sometimes followed when they were emotionally wrung out. The two of them were rock steady. “Very well,” Hickory said. “We will inform our government of your decision.”
“Tell them that I will consider it some other time. Maybe in a year,” I said. Maybe by that time I could convince Gretchen to go with me. And Enzo. As long as we were daydreaming here.
“We will tell them,” Hickory said, and then it and Dickory did a little head bow and departed.
I looked around. Some of the people in the common area were watching Hickory and Dickory leave; the others were looking at me with strange expressions. I guess they’d never seen a girl with her own pet aliens before.
I sighed. I pulled out my PDA to contact Gretchen but then stopped before I accessed her address. Because as much as I didn’t want to be alone in the larger sense, at that moment, I needed a time out. Something was going on, and I needed to figure what it was. Because whatever it was, it was making me nervous.
I put the PDA back in my pocket, thought about what Hickory and Dickory just said to me, and worried.
TEN
There were two messages on my PDA after dinner that evening. The first was from Gretchen. “That Magdy character tracked me down and asked me out on a date,” it read. “I guess he likes girls who mock the crap out of him. I told him okay. Because he is kind of cute. Don’t wait up.” This made me smile.
The second was from Enzo, who had somehow managed to get my PDA’s address; I suspect Gretchen might have had something to do with that. It was titled “A Poem to the Girl I Just Met, Specifically a Haiku, the Title of Which Is Now Substantially Longer Than the Poem Itself, Oh, the Irony,” and it read:
Her name is Zo?
Smile like a summer breeze
Please don’t have me cubed.
I laughed out loud at that one. Babar looked up at me and thumped his tail hopefully; I think he was thinking all this happiness would result in more food for him. I gave him a slice of leftover bacon. So I guess he was right about that. Smart dog, Babar.
After the Magellan departed from Phoenix Station, the colony leaders found out about the near-rumble in the common area, because I told them about it over dinner. John and Jane sort of looked at each other significantly and then changed the subject to something else. I guessed the problem of integrating ten completely different sets of people with ten completely different cultures had already come up in their discussions, and now they were getting the underage version of it as well.
I figured that they would find a way to deal with it, but I really wasn’t prepared for their solution.
“Dodgeball,” I said to Dad, over breakfast. “You’re going to have all us kids play dodgeball.”
“Not all of you,” Dad said. “Just the ones of you who would otherwise be picking stupid and pointless fights out of boredom.” He was nibbling on some coffee cake; Babar was standing by on crumb patrol. Jane and Savitri were out taking care of business; they were the brains of this particular setup. “You don’t like dodgeball?” he asked.
“I like it just fine,” I said. “I’m just not sure why you think it’s an answer to this problem.”
Dad set down his coffee cake, brushed off his hands, and started ticking off points with his fingers. “One, we have the equipment and it fits the space. We can’t very well play football or cricket on the Magellan. Two, it’s a team sport, so we can get big groups of kids involved. Three, it’s not complicated, so we don’t have to spend much time laying out the ground rules to everyone. Four, it’s athletic and will give you guys a way to burn off some of your energy. Five, it’s just violent enough to appeal to those idiot boys you were talking about yesterday, but not so violent that someone’s actually going to get hurt.”
“Any more points?” I asked.
“No,” Dad said. “I’ve run out of fingers.” He picked up his coffee cake again.
“It’s just going to be that the boys are going to make teams with their friends,” I said. “So you’ll still have the problem of kids from one world staying with their own.”
“I would agree with this, if not for the fact that I’m not a complete idiot,” Dad said, “and neither is Jane. We have a plan for this.”