"And in your opinion he should?", she asked gently.Hannah was watching a butterfly dive in the water lost in her own thoughts. She answered the questi...n truthfully, "I think he needs someone to love him as you said yesterday. He pretends that he doesn't but he does. I think he doesn't want to get married because of me".Jen was startled. It was a confession, a small one but still a confession. Hannah felt guilty and worried that her father would spent his life alone because of her. And she was. Large areas were forbidden for hunting, being the lands of the fangers.Even so, everyone in all tribes big enough to safely hold it carried a long thin spear, almost two big people long, with a slender sharp point. Just in case a fanger was unreasonable. Everyone defended against a fanger who broke the peace, and they usually did not escape justice.For all that they spoke the same, the fifty one tribes had people who looked very different from each other, but the babies were starting to look. One day after Algebra, I asked him if he liked jazz. He looked at me, startled, like he wasn’t used to anyone, especially a girl, talking to him, let alone asking him a question, but the first thing I noticed were his intense blue eyes when he looked at me. “Well, I see you like music because I see you practicing on the fire escape and noticed you’re doodling in algebra.” I paused. “So, do you like jazz?” “Kind of,” he said, “I guess. My dad’s a jazz musician. I’ve been taking classical guitar. And if either or both are contaminated, so much the better.Most of our fallen angels had no problem with the new rules. They saw it as an unexpected windfall. The surprising thing was the number of volunteers from the ladies that previously would have had nothing to do with saloons or the patrons of them. I suggested that they set their sights for the officers and leaders.I hoped that we have gotten as many kids off the station as we could. But I’m a realist enough to know we didn’t get them.