“What do we do with her?” Rosita asked. “She needs to be in a maximum security prison, not a camp like this.”“No,” I said. “She’s a tr...ubled girl, but she’s still a girl and I can reach her if-”“Megan,” LaToya interjected, “we’re one week into the semester and she’s sent three boys to the hospital. And today she picked up a god damned van. With people in it.”“She didn’t pick it up,” I corrected. “She just lifted the front end off the ground-”“Megan,” LaToya cried, “don’t split hairs with me! We. Please identify yourself within ten Ticks. If you do not comply you will be regarded as dangerous criminals and executed accordingly." Nice, aren't they." The captain sniggered after the raspy voice from the microcom had delivered its message. Myron, the helmsman, managed a nervous smile in reply. The captain turned back to his console and gave his reply in the same droning voice that the NASS operator had. "We are 'Free Lunch', freelance merchant, registered in Old Eurasia, ID: 791114SVE. We. " Mom, you have a DATE?" Uh-huh," Ellen grinned. "His name is Dan. I met him at the hotel, last week. His brother and sister in law were staying there, and he was taking them around and stuff, so he'd show up every day. We started talking one day, and he ended up waiting for them down in the lobby, chatting with me, every morning. The last day he was there, he asked me out." That's great, Mom."The first date between Ellen and Dan was a smashing success; it turned into a lot more of them. They. This left Greg and her with little to talk about, but she wasn't dating Greg for his conversational skills. She thought that by now he would have realised that, but no, he was still trying to engage in small talk, or maybe he was lost in the sound of his own voice, droning on and on about his stupid car...Richelle had to admit that it was a nice car. She didn't know any of the technical terms, but it was red, it was a two-seater, and though not a convertible, was still quite pretty, and Greg.