”Terry: “Hey man! Fuck that bitch! Who the fuck is she anyways? Listen, I got an idea. Did she hurt you enough to where you wanna get some revenge...on her?”Denny: “What do you mean?”Terry: “Answer my question?”Denny: “I…guess.”Terry: “Ok here, take this card. You figure out a way to get that bitch to go to this address and I promise you, things are gonna change for the better. Don’t worry, She ain’t gonna get killed or nothing, but when you see her again she won’t be a fucking cunt anymore. "I didn't mean to scare you. I was only going to give you a hello kiss." That's alright, Bradley. Sorry for jumping... don't know what got into me. It's about lunchtime, isn't it? Are you hungry?" You bet, Mom. Really hungry."Inside, I made a simple lunch of sandwiches from the leftover ham we'd had the night before.Bradley ate ravenously. "I'm still hungry, Mom."I got up to make him another sandwich. "Well, you're a growing boy," I said, slicing some more ham off the bone.Just then, I felt. But Meiersdottir, after listening to considerable debate on the point, finally vetoed the idea. "Leave the skies familiar while they're shipboard," she said. "They'll be most uncertain then; let's try to minimize that. It's time enough when they're here, and it'll give them a sense of something new just once, when they have a home they can call their own." And it was programmed that way.So any casual observer might have thought he or she was still on Eden. But Meiersdottir understood that the. “Love to,” he says. He’ll just play it by ear.“I’m Miranda, by the way,” she says with a quick smile before turning toward the doors. Carson follows her in to the elevators.The ding sounds as the doors creak open. Miranda is the first to exit and lead the way to her apartment door. She is talking now, trying to fill the space with idle chat about herself and her sister. Arriving at her door, Miranda unlocks and pushes it open. Her fingers scramble across the wall to the light switch. Carson.