squatted down in his cumbersome environment suit and looked at Sekou, bent in a cramped ball inside the bubble. “Listen, Sekou. Your daddy and mama understand. We ran into a problem and we’re trying to solve it fast. Now, take a deep breath and tell me if there’s enough air in there.”
Sekou made a great show of inflating his chest as far as was possible while bent double, then blowing out. “I think it’s okay, Daddy.”
“Good. That’s a good boy. Now close your eyes and keep trying the air in there. Breath big deep breaths, that’s right.”
“But if I—?”
“If you have an accident, we can clean it up soon as we get where we’re going. Okay? Are you a big guy?”
“No, Daddy.”
“Oh yes. Big, brave guy. Breathe again, let’s see you puff out those cheeks.”
Sekou breathed in and out again, eyes closed.
Zora felt again the pang of being not very good with kids. When a girl leaves her family at fifteen and the earth itself at nineteen, as Zora had, maybe she doesn’t pick up the knack of being good with kids. “He’ll pee himself if he falls asleep,” she sent on a private channel to Marcus.
Marcus said, “Yeah, and what harm is there in that, considering the ice we’re on?”
That crumbled Zora’s sense of reality, and she began laughing, in a kind of relief at having let go some of the pettier fears of their situation. Then something occurred to her. “We could use the photograph that Sekou took.”
Marcus turned his eyes to her. “Use—”
“To find her. If we have an image, we don’t need to try to recognize her face. We can upload it to Marsnet and let their biometrics identify her.”
“Girl, I thought I married you for your pretty face, but I’ll love you forever for your brain. Wait, though. What if she’s not registered?”
“She won’t be, probably. But Earth shares biometric data with Marsnet.”
“Still won’t tell us where she is on Mars. I like the idea—”
“Even Land Ethic Nomads can’t stay out in the sky forever. Send out biometrics, including the photo itself, and tell Pharmholders to check when travelers seek shelter.”
“Yes, yes, Daddy, Mama, we can go home then?” Sekou was not asleep, it seemed.
“Yes, little habling, yes, but close your eyes and go to sleep like Daddy said.”
“Okay. But I have to go so bad!”
Marcus patted the top of the bubble with his gloved hand. “Remember what I said, now. Close your eyes. Mama and Daddy have to talk some.”
Zora said, “There’s one problem. I have no idea where that photo plate is.”
“Ask Sekou.”
Sekou heard his name and was instantly awake, sensing some how that he could be part of the solution to the family crisis. “Mommy! Mommy! It’s in my bedroom. I tried to show you when you read my story to me, only you made me go to sleep.”
Zora felt a shudder of fear and hope. She knew Marcus would volunteer to go back into the hab and retrieve the camera and the photo plate. She knew it was dangerous, but she made an instant calculation: life without Marcus would be hell, and life on Mars without Marcus would be worse than hell.
Marcus had already turned the rover around. She bit her lip. She was going to insist on being the one to go into that hot hab. But she wouldn’t make her bid until the last possible minute. She’d surprise him, force him into letting her do it before he could think. The entire ride was silent. Maybe Marcus was making the same calculations.
* * * *
As they neared the hab, Sekou’s tired little voice piped up. “Can we go back in now?”
“No! Stop asking! Mommy and Daddy are just trying to protect you,” Zora snapped.
Marcus said, “Sekou, my big smart man, you remember about the radiation sensors? You know what bad rays do?”
“Yeah, Dad. I just hoped maybe they went away.”
“Not yet, son. We may have to move to a new hab.”
“Can I take my toys there?”
“You’ll get new ones.”
“But you’ll get my camera?”
“Yes, but I’ll tell you straight up, we have to keep it.”
Zora had been wondering why Sekou no longer clamored for a bathroom, but a glance at his overalls revealed a dark stain on the front. Sekou, noticing her glance, said. “It kind of smells bad, and it’s all cold and wet.”
Zora murmured, “Sorry, baby.” And then, trying to think what Marcus would say, “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”
Marcus stopped the rover about thirty meters from the hab entrance. He untoggled the rover door and began to open it.
“Marcus,” she said.
“Don’t, Zora. You can’t do this.”
She had thought very carefully about it. “You’re stronger, I know. But that’s exactly why I should go in and find the camera. If something happened to me while I was in there, you would be better able to care for and defend Sekou than I would be.”
“Zora, suppose you’re pregnant.”
“I’m not. I’m having a period. It just started.” This was not strictly true, but Zora felt like her period was about to start, and anyway, she used a colored-light cycle regulator had never failed her, both in conceiving Sekou and in preventing subsequent conceptions.
“Zora,” he said tiredly, “you playing me?”
She felt a flush of outrage. “You want me to take off my environment suit and show you the blood on my underpants?” Even though actually, come to think of it, she was playing him.
What could she do? If Marcus died, if he got sick and died, her life on Mars without a mate was too horrible to envision—she’d be meteor sploosh, she’d be forced to sell herself, she’d be dead. Mother and child, she and Sekou, would be like naked bacteria in the harsh UV sky of Mars. But it was even worse than that. Without Marcus, she wouldn’t want to go on living. Not even for Sekou. It would be better to venture everything, live or die now, than die slowly as the widow of Dr. Marcus Smythe.
“Let me do it, Marcus.” She heard the pleading in her voice, and the sharp knife of desperation under her groveling.
“Zora—”
“Oh, never mind! You always want to charge ahead, the big bull rover, like some stupid big male animal from Earth.”
Even through the helmet she
