“La, and where has you been, den?” Tantas voice was a shade weaker, a shadow of a whisper creeping into it.
Mike hesitated but he knew better than to try to lie to her “They made a new monument to the capsuleers who chose not to go on, for one reason or another. We may think that we are immortal but truth, Tanta? We just ain’t gonna end in the same way or for the same reasons. So I went to pay my respects.”
“Tis always good to pay the respects when you can. While you was away Boro dropped off a present for me, the work is done.”
“You danced for him, then, did you?”
“We all did, and yes I saw that even you managed a few steps without ruining things. I assume the countess put you up to it?”
“Boro asked but I do think she encouraged it. And, yes, I managed not to trip over myself, or anyone else.”
“I will be inviting some folks to see it, afore Boro puts it out there. You gonna have to come for that.” Tantas voice lacked power but not determination.
“Yes, Ma’am.” There was no other answer possible.
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I really like the new memorial. I like the thought behind it, the design and the fact that CCP saw fit that this is a thing for the community.
I am old. I have left my footprints in the sand in a lot of places but I do hope that someone will anchor a bit there in Molea (planet 2, moon 1) when the time for me comes.
I would like that
fly it like you won it
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