The effect of all the emotional upheaval of last night combined with a fairly brusque hangover made me feel rotten. I hadn’t slept very much either,...what with worrying about whether Mike would come today and listening to Jo crying. So, not only did I have a hangover, I also felt completely depressed over what I had done last night. I knew that Mike, if he came (and I prayed that he would), would be here on the dot at 10:30 so I had a cool shower and woke Jo. She seemed better than me, she. ”“You can’t dance to this, either,” I yelled over the loud noise.“Yes you can! Look!”Sia stood and started something she claimed was a dance. It involved thrusting her hips, shaking her butt, squats, and other movements I associated with an adult only club; the ones with dark walls and cigarette smoke and raised stages with poles and a lecherous male audience. Jasmin observed from the side with a slight smile.“Come on, Dad! You try,” my daughter urged.Feeling absurdly ridiculous, I stood and. “Did you hear something about us?”“Not as such. I mean, rumors fly around about relationships. The girls at our school are no different, but I didn’t need rumors to figure out what was going on between you two. Just my own eyes.”Alex half-laughed before taking a bite of his steak and cheese. It was a tacit admission she was on to something. Women always seemed better at figuring out these things than men. They paid attention to all the social cues most guys ignored. It made them socially. How about real rights for the Gangin? Things like the right to vote, own property, and to be free of the reservation.”“The plan was to petition the new government for those things,” Wilfred said.“Brilliant plan. Stir up a revolution, let everyone else do the fighting, and come in after everything is over saying that the Misers didn’t harm a single citizen of Misera and that the Misers supported them in the best way possible by staying out of the fight. I think it might have worked,” Pen Sada.