Amena came up to the hatch and leaned inside to look around.
“If you need me to do anything, I can do it.”
I pinged her feed to acknowledge.
She watched me search for seven minutes and forty seconds, then said, “Can I ask you a question?”
I never know how to answer this. Should I go with my first impulse, which is always “no” or just give in to the inevitable? I said, “Is it contract-relevant?”
Big, adolescent human sigh noise. “I just want to understand something.”
I gave in to the inevitable. “Yes.”
She hesitated. “Right, umm. So my second mom really didn’t ask you to break up me and Marne?”
I had answered that question already, back when it happened. I could get mad at her asking it again, but granted, I do lie a lot. “I wasn’t lying to you. She doesn’t know anything about it unless you told her.”
