“No one is home!” I announced.“Ah well, I expect they are having problems because of the snow. It was giving everything quite a covering by the ...ime I got here.”She lit the oil stove and opened some tins of beef and vegetable soup.“This is left over from the supplies I got in last winter when it looked like we could be snowed in for days at a time. I hope we are not going to have another winter like that!”The warmth from the heater spread slowly through the room and warmed the saucepan of soup. "I'm sorry it got weird between you two. You guys seemed like you were having so much fun yesterday." Yeah," John shrugged and tried to smile. "Live and learn." I'll see you after dinner," she said with a determined look.Leaving them there, he wandered around until he heard music playing. Someone was playing old jazz standards on a piano, so John followed the sounds until he found an old guy wearing a black turtleneck. He was seated at a keyboard made to look like a tiny grand piano. Behind him. Seven days from now, I can leave these greenies and Mars behind and return home to Earth, where real people live.She did not even realize that top management viewed this as a way to eliminate a problem manager. What no one at Alexander Industries told Jacquelyn Johnson was that in nine months the company planned to close her new plant and layoff all the employees including the plant manager. The personnel manager who rotated back to Earth from the New Pittsburgh ammunition plant a year earlier. The Blonde had been standing at the other side a moment before, but now she stood to the side. “Thank you,” Sada replied with a nod.Walking forward, she began hearing muffled voices behind a heavy wooden door in front of her. With giant sexually ornate brass door handles, phallic in their look, she pulled one side and proceeded through. Immediately, the speaking became louder as it echoed through a mostly empty chamber. Shaped like an amphitheater, Sada took a seat in the first row of steps and.