Monday, March 22, 2010

PYA: CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE


To begin reading this sci-fi novel or for background information, go to my Chapter One post here. To read about the background of the first novel, read my post here, which will also direct you to appendices.

For more detailed information, posted elsewhere on this blog are:

Pya Dictionary from Skenish to English (complete up to present chapter), with some cultural notes included
Pya Cast of Characters (complete up to present chapter)
Owl Manage on Saya Island, original plans
Saya Island Eastern End After Development
Map of Pya with Description of Each Island
Map of Skene (but not Pya)
Map of Saya Island and Environs When Pyosz First Arrived
Map of Saya Island, Teppe and Pea Pods Environs After Development
Skene Character Lineage at Midway Through Pya Novel
Skene, Chapter One (With Cultural Notes in Links)

CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE

The next morning, Maar got up instead of sleeping in and helped Pyosz milk. They ducked returning to the Manage for breakfast, instead heading straight for Koldok and letting themselves into the djostiker side door to stash milk on Kolm's weekend coldbox. They ate breakfast with Dodd and Briel, everyone merry and hungry. Briel walked them to the clinic, drawing blood and letting the young women fidget around the lab as she ran the test. When she turned to face them with a grin, Maar screamed and lifted Pyosz into the air. They whirled for a few seconds, then Pyosz said urgently "Put me down" and barely made it to a trash can before vomiting.

"Oh lev, I'm sorry, sweetheart -- " began Maar. Briel said "It wasn't you" and went to wet a washcloth. As Maar wiped Pyosz's face, her grin unabated despite the nausea, Briel told them what to expect the next few months and created tinctures for various needs. They walked back home with her for the thrill of telling Dodd personally.


Thleen, Lawa and Qala were all at the point fishing. Thleen said accusingly "Where did you go?"

"To see Briel" said Maar, her fingers linked through Pyosz's. Lawa and Qala began reeling in their lines, hope on their faces.

"What for?" demanded Thleen. Lawa said "Here, hand me your pole" as Pyosz squatted in front of Thleen. "You're going to be a sibu and a sibemma both" she told Thleen, her mouth unexpectedly trembling.

They celebrated for the next half hour, until Pyosz had to run to the privy again. Lawa then looked over the tinctures and Qala began making a special tea to go with dry toast. Pyosz said "I feel hungry and queasy at the same time."

"What digests quickly, full of nutrients but not too rich?" mused Lawa out loud. They decided on breakfast possibilities and Qala began making rice porridge with dried fruit and all-yolk scrambled eggs.

"You should call Halling" said Lawa.

"Emma first" replied Pyosz, taking the eyedropper of tincture Qala offered her as she dialed. Maar was standing behind her, both palms spread over Pyosz's belly. She could hear Prl's shrieks clearly. Pyosz gave Prl permission to be the one who informed Nioma before she clicked off to dial her abbas. Thleen had run to get the camera and was taking photos of everyone, "So my siba can see how glad we are she's coming" she said. She added "Can I name her?"

"Nope" said Maar. "Emmas' prerogative. But once she can walk, I'll let you be the one to teach her kickball." Thleen then had to gallop back and forth through the great hall, demonstrating technique to a running narrative.

In Skene, after they clicked off the radio, Halling leaned back in her chair and looked across the table at Yoj. "Well, that removes any question about our timeline. I want to be settled in before a baby turns it all upside-down there."

"Shall I get our planning list?" offered Yoj.

"Not yet, let's just soak it in. You gonna be all right with not living in the rooms Bux spent her whole life in?"

Yoj blew out a breath. "There's no part of Bux's absence that I'll ever be all right with."

"We won't be dropped into the same lava stream when we die. Not as anybody we've buried" mused Halling.

"Return is return" argued Yoj. "Besides, more than half our family is there now and will follow us into that lava flow."

"For all time" agreed Halling.

"I'm more worried about leaving Prl. She's looking pretty scooped out these days" said Yoj.

"Prl sets a course before she's got lift enough to get somewhere, it's how she does things" replied Halling. "She's already made up her mind to be in Pya, she did that as soon as she gave Pyosz money to build a Manage, whether she admitted it to herself or not. This thing with Nioma, she'd never have done it if there was any doubt about where she'd end up. She'll find a way, let her be."

They share a long period of silent thought. Yoj finally said "You sorry you picked Danaan instead of Mill?"

Halling stared at her, following the trail that Yoj must have pursued to arrive at that question.

"If Pya hadn't been there, I'd have done something else" said Halling. "I don't know what, but of course I'd have made sure she became a leader somewhere, she was born to it. I don't think she's upset with me any more, do you?"

"No. Abbo's trajectory has disabused Mill of her tendency to blame emmas for everything" said Yoj with a sad smile.

Halling had a sudden thought. "You don't think Mill will see me moving there as me trying to horn in on her territory, do you?"

Yoj considered this, chewing her lip. "Well, just ask her, Hall. Give her advance notice and have her keep it quiet, she'll like that. In fact, you keep bringing up that Pya needs its own flight school, so why don't you ask her if she has plans along that line and if she wants your help or wants you to butt out? Bring it all out in the open."

"Yeah. Good idea" said Halling. "Can I mention your idea about helping pull together a university for Pya?"

"You can mention it, but again, that needs to not leak out and she should come to me for more discussion. And Dodd, tell her curriculum is going to be decided by Dodd, not politicos" warned Yoj.

"If Prl comes to Pya soon, she could run for Ethicist when Api retires" mused Halling.

Yoj gaped at her. "Are you wavebent? I think Oby has her eye on that, and unless we know different, we need to not put Prl into any kind of competition with Mill's family. Besides, I imagine Prl becoming a gakusha. I think she'd rather research and teach a little than be answerable to public need any more."

They had another interval of silence, which Halling broke by saying "We're taking our bed, the one Bux painted. And your desk, and your abba's rocker. Whatever the shipping cost is."

"Absolutely. Plus, I have that baby cradle in the rafters from Isola, remind me to ask Xunu to haul it down this evening. I'll clean it and send it to Pyosz right away" said Yoj.

"How far along are you in getting copied what you want to take with you from the Archives?" asked Halling.

"Not far enough. I better hire an assistant" said Yoj, looking suddenly tired.

"You could offer some work to Su" suggested Halling. "Not exactly her cup of tea, but she could stay over here at the end of the school week, go to Market with you the next day and then do the hauling and copying you need at the Archives after. Pay her for all that time, give her good meals and a chance to go out with Riesig friends on Ot evening. It'll give her coin and some independence."

"That's a great idea" said Yoj. "I'll write a letter to her emmas today."

"You can grab our planning list now, I'm ready to flesh out the nitty-gritty" said Halling, standing to stretch before refilling the teapot. She was still moving around easier than she had before their visit to Pya. Yoj said, on her way to the study, "You need to call Vants and arrange to buy that electric cart before someone else does."

"Will do."

Shmona dinner on Teppe was riotous. By mid-afternoon, Pyosz's stomach was back to normal and she ate her way steadily through whatever a family member spooned onto her plate. When they all stripped for a dip in the cranberry pond, Maar bent over to look at Pyosz's abdomen closely. Pyosz noticed several others watching her and Maar.

"Can you tell a difference?" asked Pyosz.

"Not yet" said Maar regretfully. Moasi called out "Don't rush it, you'll have plenty of time to get sick of being bulbous."

Pyosz whispered "I won't get sick of it. Oh, Maar, I love you so terrifyingly much." Maar straightened to hug her tight. "I know" she whispered back.

On Moja, Pyosz told Mrebbe that in addition to finishing out the rock shelter, she wanted a ramp built for cart access to the Manage, and bookshelves to line the study. They finally decided on a switchback incline between the south side of the Manage and Pyosz's pottery shed. It would mean removing part of the porch railing -- "Where the owl likes to sit" said Pyosz regretfully -- but the front door was wide enough for a cart already, and the north side of the house was flush with herb and flower gardens in full bloom.

Mrebbe offered to make assistants of Thleen and Ziri, with Pyosz paying them a small salary, to haul wood, make measurements, and hammer nails here and there. The killing field was again covered with a canopy, and the sound of power tools filled the daytime hours. Ziri began stripping off her shati to work, and Thleen of course followed suit. Their skinny chests went deep brown, and they compared new muscles several times a day. Before school started, Pyosz took Thleen for another round of clothes shopping because her arm and leg bones continued to lengthen.

Mrebbe's timmer crew was stretched thin, since it was prime weather for outdoor construction. Dodd and Briel were adding two large rooms to their Manage, one atop the other. The downstairs room was intended as a bedroom and private sitting area for Qoj and, they hoped, Uli. The upstairs was to have windows all around with a tiny spiral stairs to a roof observation deck for Qoj's stargazing. This room could be a shared office for Qoj and Uli. The two extra bedrooms already in their Manage were being saved for Mruch when she returned to Pya and, implicitly, grandchildren.

A third crew of timmers hired by Mrebbe but under the oversight of Xante were beginning renovation of Dou to accommodate Ngall and Ehuy's planned move to Pya. The island's north and western fringe of woods were being left intact, and the cold springs was being tapped to fill a pond. Pyosz imagined the hours Ehall would spend there with her sailboat. One large field was planned for growing successions of berries, with a small hothouse for strawberries, which was not so far afield from Ehuy's huertanista background.

The family had been surprised, however, by Ngall's decision that they would also raise turkeys. "I like them, and I think there's a market for them on this side of Pya" she argued. Pank said "You smoke 'em with us, you'll be minting coin."

Pyosz was entertained by Thleen's scowl when she heard Ehall would be coming to live in the Pea Pods and go to school with her in Koldok. "She displays no jealousy about an impending sib, who's going to directly compete with her for family attention, but she sees Ehall as a monstrous threat to her primacy among us" she said to Maar.

"It's the toys thing" suggested Maar. "You hand over identical toys to Ehall right in front of her. I just hope a real new baby, instead of a theoretical one, doesn't make Thleen swell up with injustice."

"Well, you were a good role model for her, how you treated her as a sibu" said Pyosz.

"Yeah, but I wasn't so kind with Adon and Su, I was often pissy with them. And they turned around to pass it on to Thleen" warned Maar.

Aside from construction projects all around Dvareka, everyone's conversation was focused on the new contracts being finessed between Pya and Skene. Each trade and industry was beset with rumor and internal arguments. Sheng Zhangs were short on sleep and flooded with correspondence.

Negotiations had begun formally with exchanges of proposed contract revisions via mail. After extensive deciphering of Skenish propensity for florid language, counter-proposals were sent out, and the lines of struggle became clearly defined. Lengthy phone calls followed, crowding out regular radio channels at certain times of day, with heavy reliance on the new speaker radios since every leader on Skene knew the value of having others in on a decision, if only to have someone to blame later.

Pyosz was hearing the ripcurrents of speculation in both Pya, at family dinners, and Skene, from calls to her abbas and Prl. Nioma went to Skene for five days, ostensibly to visit her second child's family and also to sit in on one contract meeting for Pya's ejida system, but of course her nights were spent at the Genist Manage. Calls from Prl ceased during that time. Once Nioma was on her way home, however, Prl radioed Pyosz early one morning on a private line.

"I need to ask you something big" said Prl. Pyosz felt a frisson of excitement. Prl didn't go where Pyosz anticipated, however. "Your connection to Naki, the printer there in Koldok -- can you ask her to publish something without reading the contents? Or maybe she could show Qala how to run the equipment and be entirely off the premises, that would be best. I know Qala would take that on for me -- "

"Emma, if you need something published privately, yes, Naki is trusthworthy but why won't you let me be the one to do the intermediary work? It's not illegal, is it?"

"No, child, but it could still stain your reputation."

"Throw that over the Shatters, emma, I'm standing by you in all things. What is it you want to publish, a community letter?"

"More than that. It will amount to a small book, at least double the size of our population directory, though with smaller print to conserve paper. I figured out a way to tell without telling -- thank Maar for putting the idea in my head. But I have to sit on distribution until everything else is in place." Prl's voice was tight. "Anyhow, Nioma has the disk with the manuscript on it, she'll give it to you for safekeeping. She also has eks to cover printing and binding costs."

"How was your visit?" asked Pyosz.

"Confirmatory" said Prl, enigmatic for a few more seconds. Then she finally said "My plans include migrating to Pya, not for at least a month but definitely by midwinter. Is your offer still open?"

Pyosz had to sit down abruptly. Maar, about to leave for work, looked at her with concern. Pyosz said "Oh, emma, I can't wait to live with you again. You'll be here when our baby is born, then?"

"Of course" said Prl. Maar kissed Pyosz's forehead before heading out the door. "I also sent with Nioma a swatch of cloth that is the exact color I'd like the walls of my room to be. Can you mix paint with that precision?"

Pyosz laughed. "I'll do the painting myself. Well, with Thleen's help, I imagine."

"I'll be bringing my bedroom furniture, and yours as well if you want it. Plus what else from this Manage would you like?" They began discussing particulars. When they had to call back to stay on the private line, however, Prl said "Don't tell Thleen or anyone outside your Manage that I'm emigrating. That news has to be held back until other things are in place. The Dullard confronted me tonight about Nioma. I had to lie and claim it's just a brief affair, and assure her any Genist work that might be connected with Nioma's family will of course be directed her way. But she can smell change in the air, and is licking her lips at the prospect of possibly replacing me as Genist. So we have to keep this from even our extended family for now."

"I understand, emma. Though everyone is already asking me if you'll be here for the birth. Are you telling Halling and Yoj? It will be hard for Qala and Lawa to keep it from those two."

Prl's voice held secret humor as she replied "Yes, I talked with them this evening after dinner."

Pyosz deciphered what had entertained Prl a couple of hours later, when she returned from milk delivery to Lawa, Qala and Thleen celebrating in the kitchen instead of already out at the point. Thleen rushed her, shouting "They're coming, my other habibis! They called to ask if they can move here with us! We said yes." Pyosz swung her around in a circle as Lawa said "It'll be a month, at least, before they get things in order."

After eating a jubilant breakfast together, Pyosz offered for Thleen to get to be the one to go tell Herne Island about Yoj and Halling's migration. Once Thleen had raced out the door, Pyosz shared Prl's news with her abbas. Lawa looked worried. Qala said "You know, when you stood in that Genist kitchen and informed us you were coming to Saya to tend goats, I distinctly felt the globe begin to shift on its axis. The motion is still continuing. This time next year, we'll have a nearly full Manage." She rubbed Lawa's shoulders and said "Prl will be all right. She always was the most sensible of those five kids, and she's tougher than Dodd." Lawa blew out her lips and went to pull fishing tackle from the hall cupboard.

Pyosz decided to go meet the huolon from Skene when it landed, and Thleen tagged along. They greeted Nioma and went into the canteen with her for tea. She complained of a chill, and looked exhausted. Mill, who had also been in Skene this week for negotiations, said hello but went directly into her office carrying a dispatch bag stuffed with papers, Oby following her.

Maar ended her shift and, after a second cup of tea, offered to fly Nioma with her luggage to Talaba. Nioma accepted gratefully, and Thleen went with them while Pyosz returned for milking. Thleen and Maar were late getting back, arriving just in time for dinner. As Maar dressed her salad, she said "I got sucked into hearing Mill telling about the Lofthall contracts meeting."

"Habibi was there" Thleen said importantly. "Because she was Sheng Zhang forever."

"How'd it go?" asked Qala, her focus entirely on Maar.

"Well, Mill split the difference between the shipping rate increase Api wanted, which was ridiculously low, and the one I thought made sense. She said Pya industry was about to take a leap and they'd need minerals and machinery from Skene for a few years, so rates would impact us as much as Skene. Her number was still a shock to those at the table, she said." Maar had buttered a roll and now paused to eat half of it in a single gulp. Pyosz was eating steadily, making up for morning fasts.

Qala asked the number and Maar, her mouth full, indicated it with her fingers. Qala's eyebrows rose, and with old insider's knowledge, she swiftly assessed out loud what increased revenue it might mean. Maar had swallowed and replied "Yeah, but we're hurting for the income. Mill said the real splash came when she mentioned starting a flight school here in Pya, to address our growing need for personnel and to accommodate some differences in our approach to dealing with issues like leviathan threat. She said there was a horrified silence, and Danaan looked at Halling accusingly. Which means Nan Halling hadn't breathed a word of it to anyone."

Pyosz noticed that automatic "Nan" in front of Halling, used in this context where she had allied with Mill and, by extension, Pya. Maar continued "I can't believe it hadn't occurred to Danaan. I think they were counting on using their training fees as an offset for a shift in huolon haul rates, so the contract they'd prepared suddenly became pointless. They could put their own huolon into service, of course, but that will tie up two pilots four or five days a week and they'd have to lease jichang rights from us, so it'll be just as economical to swallow the rate increase. The Sheng Zhangs there were furious, and some of their anger was at Danaan for not seeing this coming."

"Awkward for Halling and her relationship with Danaan" commented Lawa.

"Yeah, and Abbo was at that negotiation, apparently. She came into the office while Mill was telling us about it and added a jibe about Danaan, with a smirk. If she had the same expression on her face at the meeting, it won't have helped things" said Maar, frowning. "I spoke with Mill privately before I left, asked if I could go with her next week for the final negotiation." Maar looked at Pyosz. "I don't want to leave you right now, but they need to see me involved with this process. And Thleen has one more week off school, she could go with me and visit Chloddia."

Pyosz studied Thleen's face: Thleen looked happy about the idea. She said "Maar, go for it, you do need to be there." She ignored the wailing inside her. I'll get emma's publishing done before they leave and ship it back anonymously with Maar she thought. She felt the disk Nioma had given her, tucked inside her gilet. She had not yet read the letter that accompanied it.

Qala was nodding. Her mind was elsewhere, however. "So, will shipping rate increases pay for construction and staffing of a flight school?" she asked Maar.

Maar smiled slightly. "Nope. Mill will either have to increase intra-Pya shipping rates or ask for more funding from the tax budget." Thleen was reaching for a third biscuit, and Pyosz said "Not until you finish all of whatever is green or red on your plate." Thleen groaned melodramatically and muttered something which had the words "the way YOU eat" in it. Pyosz focused back on Qala.

"I don't see any way around a tax increase here in Pya" Qala was saying. "From the plans I hear, that folks have been hatching for a decade waiting for contracts to be revised, Pya will be awash in new civic structures and services. All of which require coin. Especially a hospital with our own surgery." Pyosz liked that "our".

"Oby says might as well get it over with now, raise taxes as things are being built so folks have cause and effect in their immediate vision" said Maar. "Api is afraid it will spark a campaign against her, keep her from winning re-election."

Lawa said "If that's motivating her, then she does need to be replaced." Thleen looked worried, not really following the content of what was being said but recognizing everyone's tension at Lawa's bluntness. She said to Maar "When I go to Chloddia, will I have to sleep with Su? I don't want to spend the night there."

Maar looked at her, saying "You don't have to." Pyosz added "You two can sleep in my old bedroom at the Genist Manage." Thleen's shoulders relaxed, until Qala said "Where would you build a flight school, in Pertama?"

"They wish" said Maar. "No, we've got that swath between the beet fields and Pertama road, just east of and adjacent to the school. It's set aside for municipal use -- Oby made sure of it, a decade ago -- and although technically it's designated for educational use, Mill's reading of the statute means she can squeeze a flight school through. Since flight school is open to any student who passes the entrance exam."

"Who would teach there? Mill and Oby?" asked Qala.

Maar looked like she was choosing her words, and Pyosz said "Or perhaps other experienced former pilots, maybe someone in retirement." Thleen was grimacing as she forked down the last of her kale and didn't connect the dots as Lawa and Qala did. Pyosz didn't want Halling's name hitting the Ziri broadcast network. Maar added "And we want to train dispatchers as well", raising her eyebrows at Qala. Lawa thumped Qala on the back but Qala only grunted.

Pyosz said to Maar "What about you? You're an excellent trainer."

"I'd be hands-on in the cockpit, once the greenies begin taking to the air" said Maar. "Mill also thinks we should copy what they did at Chloddia, combine the parachute training grounds with a sports field that could be shared with a new university,"

"Dodd showed me the draft curriculum" offered Pyosz. "Heavy on biology, chemistry, physics, especially relating to agriculture and industry. She wants to call it Pya Polytechnic instead of university. She says in 15 years or so, the population of Pya will be large enough to support a second, real university. With a music department, she hopes."

Thleen had been snagged earlier in the conversation, however. "Sports field? What kind of sports?"

Maar grinned at her. "Has to be a kickball team, for sure. Just think, once you graduate regular school, you could play for the university."

"Polytechnic" corrected Pyosz. She felt the disk again and imagined Prl as the head of a new biology department. With Yoj as Gakusha of Early History.

Qala said "Likely to be a tax increase in Skene, too. For different reasons. And just as items like our imported wood and corn and wheat go up in price."

"Api is begging for moderation across the board, because Skene can turn around and stick it to us for minerals and metals" said Maar. "And some manufactured goods."

"But not for long on the latter" said Lawa. "Tu says there's going to be a silkworm farm on Hore, once the ferry goes in. She's consulting on the set-up, Botaniste is already starting a batch of worms. We'll have Pyan silk."

"And weavers" said Pyosz, thinking of Yoj's aggie.

"Building that ferry is going to be tricky" said Maar, a sudden furrow in her brow, catching Pyosz's attention. "How so?" asked Pyosz. Maar flicked a glance at Thleen and said "Good job on cleaning your plate. You want to grab one of those chilled melons and go eat it on the porch? We'll join you soon."

Thleen raced for the cold box and Lawa went to supervise knifing open the melon. When she returned, Maar said softly "There's deep lev presence continually around the margins of Dvareka but especially concentrated around ferry lines. For instance, about an hour before the shift changes on Oto and Rudni, when miners commute back and forth from Cogio, radar starts picking up growing clusters of levis. But the faryastes say they almost never see them. Anyhow, the channel between Hore and Uscat is very deep and has an open lead between Trumpinne and Hayashi to the Southern Wasa. Just north of Hore, though, is the reef that protects the Pea Pods. Leviathans patrol the Pea Pod boundary all the time. That ferry will be directly over them."

"Will you have to sink a pylon between?" asked Pyosz, her hand spread over her belly.

"Too far down to bottom" answered Maar. "It's a gap that can just barely be spanned by a cable drive. And a brave faryaste." She began stacking plates as she added "Plus that quarry they're going to dig on Uscat? Sinners hauling stone from it to the mainland won't have more than a 20 meter loft, at best, before they reach deep water with levs in it."

Pyosz felt something shift inside. "You won't be hauling stone, will you?"

Maar met her eyes to say "I'm the best heavy loads pilot we have. I'll have at least one shift a week." Pyosz decided to forego melon, and instead went upstairs to put her disk in her bedside drawer.

On the porch, they discovered Thleen had been spitting her melon seeds into the darkness instead of saving them. Qala said severely "Tomorrow morning, before anything else, you get out here and search through the yard for every levvin' seed, I don't want melons germinating among my pansies and mint."

"The birds will have already eaten them" retorted Thleen loftily.

"You heard me" said Qala. Pyosz sat close to Maar and said "Abba told me there's serious talk of building reefs between Faar and Beras, closing all that water into a protected lagoon. It'll take a long time, but the idea is if they can transfer the lagoon industry that's now between Faar and Verzin to a new eastern lagoon, the old lagoon can be filled in to create dry land."

Lawa said "You mean Verzin and Faar would be a continuous land mass?"

"Yeah. You can just imagine the jurisdictional battles going on already" said Pyosz.

"One way to get rid of leviathan threat to everybody but pilots -- connect all the islands to each other by land or lagoon" said Maar. "And create fields to grow grains." They began speculating about which Skene islands would be modified next, until Thleen said "I don't want to talk about Skene, can we sing now?"

That night when Maar joined Pyosz in bed, she leaned over to turn off the lamp and Pyosz said "Your sweat smells really strong tonight."

Maar stopped her motion. "Is it bothering you? I didn't bathe, I can go -- "

"No. I like it. It's just -- I think my sense of smell is different now" said Pyosz, snuggling against Maar. "Here, let's kiss, see if you taste stronger, too." Within a minute, Pyosz had rolled on top of Maar and had her hands under the maillot Maar had worn to bed.

"Pyosz, are you -- is this all right? I mean, we can do as much as...oh, stars, yes, right there!" Pyosz meant only to give Maar a turn, but was swept up in a build that felt more vulnerable than ever, and they explored each other as if it was a first time. Pyosz wept afterward, and went to sleep with her tears drying on Maar's arm.

The following dawn, they kept giggling in the kitchen, trying to muffle it so no one was awakened. "I won't be home at lunch, I'll grab something in Pertama; I'm going to buy gifts for my sibs and emmas" whispered Maar.

"What are you getting them? I'll pack a hamper of food from here you can take to them" said Pyosz.

"Okay. Clothes for Adon, that's all she ever wants now" Maar thought out loud.

"That shop next to the leathergoods place? That's where I bought the slinky woolen shati you like so much, with the tiny buttons up the side of the neck?" said Pyosz.

"You're right, Adon would love that fabric" said Maar.

"And I have leftover leather allotment right now, enough for you to get gloves for your emmas. Fleece lined or dress, whatever they'd prefer. Get Su a pair too, the really limber work type" suggest Pyosz.

"Oh, and a new bookbag for the school year, in that bright yellow sailboat canvas that all the teenagers here are carrying right now, Su will be a trendsetter with one of those" said Maar. "Gotta run. I'm going to cut Thleen's hair before dinner, tell her to wash it before I get home."

They kissed with a restored ease. Pyosz grabbed a wedge of cheese and an apple to eat as she got ready to milk, holding the fruit away from begging goats until she was done. She split her core between Killer and Boulder. She had the disk tucked in her bag, and loaded her milk cans directly into the wain instead of going back to the Manage for breakfast.

Once deliveries and shopping were done, she stopped at the cafe and sat at the wall end of the counter. It was crowded with people eating before jobs, especially the bucky crowd, but she felt enough privacy to pull Prl's letter from her pack and refresh her memory as to her emma's instructions. She ordered spicy shrimp and hominy rolled in kelp plus fried banana planks, and reminded herself to eat slowly, hoping the food combination wouldn't trigger nausea.

Naki was open and her printer whirring when Pyosz entered. Pyosz pulled out the disk and said "I have a big job for you. Maybe the biggest you'll ever do. But I need your absolute discretion."

Naki's face was expressionless. "I'm not a gossip."

"I know that. Still, for your own good, what I'd like to do is rent your equipment and facilities for enough time it takes to print this order and do it myself, after you've trained me." Pyosz looked at Naki's supply shelves and said "I'll need you to order paper."

Naki's face showed suppressed interest. "How much paper? What's the job?"

"Well, I'm not certain. What I need to do is print out one copy, tinker with formating, and estimate from there. Could we do that now or -- " Pyosz looked at the pages stacking in the tray but Naki moved smoothly to block her view, saying "This is a private job, too. Be done in five minutes. Why don't you look through my paper sample drawer, there's prices on each sheet, and pick out the stock you want?"

An hour later, Pyosz had a copy of 183 pages on both sides of wood-pulp paper -- Prl had said make it a document that would stand up to time and use. The cover page was dry and descriptive text which nevertheless made Pyosz's pulse race. She placed it in a folder and went to call Naki from her office.

"Happy with how it turned out?"

"Yeah. Can you show me how to use the autobinder now?"

As Naki demonstrated the machine, she asked "How many pages, then?"

"183 plus a cover sheet. I need 550 copies, so ..." Pyosz did math in her head "That's over 101,200 sheets, they come 500 to a pack, right? Make the order for 205 packs, just to be sure."

Naki eyebrows had shot up her short forehead. "550? That's more than any bestseller -- that's enough for every Manage on the planet!"

Pyosz made the mum sign and said "Can you get that much paper on short order? And can I have your shop, say, tomorrow night?"

Naki let a few seconds go by before she said "Yes to both. What kind of binder material do you want?"

"This dark green, if it's in stock" said Pyosz.

"Let me go call my supplier" said Naki. Pyosz bound her pages between the stiff green vinyl and looked at its blank cover, thinking This will become an immediately recognized artifact. with a copy in every library and the Archives.

When Naki returned with a go-ahead, Pyosz pocketed her disk and pulled out two platinum eks plus a gold one to lay in Naki's palm. "That's far too much" said Naki, "all the labor is yours."

"You'll earn it. This isn't illegal but it will be controversial" said Pyosz.

Naki grinned. "The written word and printed image often is. Part of why I love it so."

"I'll come to your house tomorrow after dinner for the key" said Pyosz. She felt lightheaded when she walked outside, pulling on her burzaka against a fresh rain, the new book tucked under her gilet. When she got to Saya, she was spotted by Thleen who dropped her pole to run over and demand where she'd been.

"Errands. Listen, I bought this teak tray, would you like to give it as a present to your emmas?" Once Thleen returned to the point, Pyosz went to the kitchen and called Prl, ignoring the hour of day as Prl had requested. She gave her details of the printing task, the green volume on the counter in front of her. She felt reluctant to actually read it, to decipher what it contained. Qala was at the aga, blanching and peeling tomatoes, and Pyosz didn't hold back anything she needed to say.

When she clicked off, Qala said "Tomorrow night is when you're doing this?"

"Right after dinner. It will take me hours, with the binding."

"I'm going with you" said Qala. "I don't need to know all about it to help you, I don't want you doing this alone."

Pyosz felt relief. "Thank you, abba, I want the company."

"We can put on a slow stew for dinner, pack Thleen off to Kacang and take long naps in the afternoon" said Qala.

"In that case, I'm doing a double bread batch today" said Pyosz. As she opened canisters. Qala said "Don't break a confidence, but is Prl going to be all right through this?"

"She believes so" said Pyosz. "So does Nioma."

"Has she told Yoj or Halling?"

"No." Pyosz turned to watch Qala's veined but still nimble hands pull scarlet strips from steaming globes. The chickens will feast today thought Pyosz. She said "I trust her, and I can't find a bug in the sift, but maybe I'm blind because, well, she's my emma and I want her to get here as fast as she can."

"Trusting Prl generally works out" said Qala, but Pyosz could hear concern somewhere in her voice, which chilled her. She suddenly had to run for the privy. When she returned to the kitchen, Qala had tea and tinctures waiting for her.

On Roku after Market, Pyosz awakened Maar from her sleeping in and helped load half the crates of books into the lighter Maar was using to carry herself and Thleen to the Lofthall. Qala had a hamper for their huolon flight, and Thleen's pack was stuffed with books, hand puzzles, pillow and blanket.

"It feels like agony to see you go, I don't know how I bore it all last year" said Pyosz, clinging to Maar beside the hatch.

"Same here. I'll come home to you, I swear by all the power I possess" Maar murmured in her ear. "I'll call once we're at your emma's."

Lawa unpinned her best lure from her gilet and attached it to Thleen's cap, saying "Just in case you have a chance to catch some of those easy Skene fish." Which kept Thleen from tearing up as Pyosz buckled her in.

Pyosz didn't cry, either. Once the drone of the huolon had passed, she carried a mug of tea to her study, closed the door, sat at the wide desk in late afternoon light, and opened the green volume to read it.


Copyright 2010 Maggie Jochild

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Sunday, March 21, 2010

WHO IS THE WOLF AT THE DOOR?


Today The New York Times issued an admission, in the form of a column by its Public Editor Clark Hoyt, that it was wrong in its coverage of the so-called ACORN sting and had been wrong to defend its wording since the truth began to emerge.

ACORN (acronym for The Association of Community Organizations for Reform Now) is defined by Wikipedia as "a collection of community-based organizations in the United States that advocate for low- and moderate-income families by working on neighborhood safety, voter registration, health care, affordable housing, and other social issues." Because ACORN has, since its inception in 1970, been very successful in its goals and particularly effective in registering millions of low- to -moderate income voters, it has been the target of conservative attacks because lower income citizens tend to vote progressive and because ACORN promotes racial equality. Despite the fact that attempts at illegal disenfranchisement and voter fraud overwhelmingly originate from the conservative camp, the right-wing noise machine has prevaricatingly smeared ACORN as the source of voter illegality in recent elections.



In this campaign of "stop ACORN by any means", a right-wing con artist named James O'Keefe released video where he (falsely) claimed that he and another person dressed in outrageous "pimp and ho" costumes entered an ACORN office during July 2009 and were secretly taped receiving information on how to conceal illegal activities. The New York Times backed this story without ever viewing the original videotapes. Subsequently, Republicans succeeded in stampeding Congress to cut off all federal funding for ACORN and President Obama immediately signed the bill without batting an eye.

ACORN claimed it was fraud from the outset and demanded to see the unedited original video. They also filed suit for illegal secret videotaping. O'Keefe's employer, rightwing propagandist Andrew Breitbart, appeared in print and on TV repeatedly defending O'Keefe. Breitbart's story began to unravel when O'Keefe and three others were arrested in January after illegally entering the offices of Senator Mary Landrieu (D-LA) in an apparent attempt to tap or damage her telephone system. The criminals were "charged with entering federal property under false pretenses with the intent of committing a felony" and are awaiting further legal action.

In December 2009, former Massachusetts Attorney General Scott Harshberger issued his results of "an independent inquiry into the organizational systems and processes surrounding the social services of the organization" pursuant to the recent allegations of corruption within that organization in the ACORN 2009 undercover videos controversy". His written report exonerates ACORN from any alleged illegal activity.

Likewise, media watchdog FAIR (Fairness and Accuracy In Reporting) issued an excellent analysis of The New York Times' coverage and concluded it was "wildly misleading" and that the paper had been "duped".

Harshberger's report was cited in the judgment issued ten days ago by U.S. District Court Judge Nina Gershon, which reversed the act of Congress by granting both declaratory relief and a permanent injunction to ACORN. In her ruling, Judge Herson stated "The government has offered no...unique reason to treat ACORN differently from other contractors accused of serious misconduct or to bar ACORN from federal funding without either a judicial trial or an administrative process applicable to all government contractors."

This means the right-wing can, and undoubtedly will, continue to target ACORN for destruction, but for the time being, actual proof will have to be produced before governmental punishment can be levied. And this assertion of the rule of law no doubt played a strong role in The New York Times' watery admission of error today.

The damage has been done, however. As Hoyt's column points out, "Now Acorn [sic] and its supporters say The Times got the story wrong and, by failing to correct it, has played into the hands of a campaign that has pushed the group near extinction."

These admissions arrive during a week when right-wing dissociation from honesty can be found all over the news. For instance, in a desperate last-ditch effort to derail even a semblance of health care reform, a fake memo was promulgated which "claims to be sent to 'Democratic health and communications staff' and which suggests the majority party leadership wants to make big changes to Medicare next year after health care passes". This memo was ballyhooed by right-wing blogs as proof of Democrat hypocrisy only briefly before it was declared a hoax -- though salivating Republican Congressman Scott Garrett (NJ) couldn't stop himself in time to avoid being revealed as a lying ass in public by Anthony Weiner (N-NY):



We have also learned that the 33 Haitian "orphans" kidnapped by U.S. christianist missionaries turned out to have parents, after all: parents who were devastated by the earthquake and accepted the missionaries story that the children would be taken to a free school where the parents could visit at any time. The children have been returned to their families, and while not enough news outlets are calling this what it was -- human trafficking -- at least the sob stories about how it was "all for the children" have died away.

I wonder if all the money raised by fundamentalist churches to "aid these orphans" will be now directed toward helping their families, or if instead it will go to Laura Silsby's defense costs. I'd love to see a breakdown of how much tax-free income generated by the Catholic Church and fundamentalist Protestant groups has been spent in decades of cover-up and protection of pedophiles. There's a reason why the best place to find a child-sex predator is in conservative Christian strongholds, but I'll save that for another post.

It is important to note here, however, that the subtext which makes sense of why this kidnapping is justified in the minds of the Christian Right is a racist conviction that children of color are always better off beign raised with at least white supervision of their parents, if not white parents. Children of color are presumed to have illegitimate births, lacking proper familial values or documentation by authority. The Right seeks control over families of color, not giving them independent assistance where it might be needed.

Jill Cozzi details recent white-supremacy-driven threats at this week's teabagger bundthall gatherings as further documentation for "GOP: The Party of Legitimized Hate" (see my earlier post on this at Kickin' Ass and Namin' Names). This week saw black members of Congress being called "n****r" by teabaggers as they tried to go about their work. Later they had a big laugh yelling "f****t at Barney Frank, and successfully refused to cease their menacing behavior when a Capitol police officer tried to eject them.

Violence and lying for the cause is not only justified and excused by the Right, it's expected. For the theocrats among them, coercion is part of their mandate from g*d tp prosyletize: Such a mandate is by definition disrespectful of others' right to self-determination. The non-theocrats on the Right have absorbed past lessons from fascism which proves Big Lies backed by localized community violence can dominate nations.

Republican control of public discourse has meant their version of reality has been imprinted on an entire generation or maybe two. One of their lies is that "the media is liberal", when in fact the reverse is true. (Where is OUR Faux News?) Another is that "Americans are mostly to the right of center", when nationwide polls and landslide elections indicate the opposite. (A denied reality which has squeezed the teabaggers out from their "independent" cover.)

A third Republican distortion is the folksy "All politicians lie" with an implicit tag of "and they all equally." I'm not about to argue for the veracity of politicians. I'm not even going to argue that so-called progressives don't engage in the Big Lie from time to time, not when our own President had the nerve to declare in his address to Congress yesterday "You have a chance to make good on the promises you made" the same week that despite running a campaign which included the promise of a public option in health care coverage, it was revealed Obama "made a backroom deal last summer with the for-profit hospital lobby that he would make sure there would be no national public option in the final health reform legislation". a deal confirmed by White House Deputy Chief of Staff Jim Messina.

But with the obvious exception above, Democrat political lies usually don't deliberately reverse the truth and project their own actions into Republicans. Progressives who vote Democrats into office don't lie us into murderous, economy-breaking wars. We're educated enough to comprehend the difference between socialism, communism, and fascism, and to know who is/who ain't. We support separation of church and state as it was delierately written into this country's organizing fabric by its founders. We understand that habeas corpus either extends to everyone or we're all living one accusation away from the noose. We know goverment is a safety net for "the least among us" and that it is in everyone's best interest to have good free schools, a functioning infrastructure, public health and safety, clean water and food, oversight for business practices, and, of course, the unimpeded right to vote. We are adult enough to recognize these public goods must be paid for by our taxes, not left to corporate goodwill or other forms of magical thinking.

And being adult is a big part of what differentiates the progressive mindset from conservative thinking. We are not locked into a worldview dependent on fear of authority and hierarchies. We have matured enough to not be overwhelmed by the prospect of pluralism, respectful difference of opinion, or modernity in its unpredictable state. We are much better equipped to deal with real-world ambiguity and conflict. And, as Digby points out, "How the two sides handle defeat is a defining characteristic." Assassination and violence as an excuse for having immature mechanisms for dealing with emotion is typical of the Right, not the Left.

Standing here amid the debris left by the Bush administration, we are like the grown-ups who arrived to rescue the boys in Lord Of The Flies. Our current leaders may be distracted by the "lookit this, some of it's kinda cool" crap left behind by run-amok children, but we in the authentic progressive base know eventually Bush/Reagan fantasyland all has to go in a bonfire. Everybody gets a tetanus shot and we return to the Constitution.

Between then and now, there'll have to be an increasing awakening of a majority of those who thought Ronnie and Dubya at least "meant well". They will need to admit "Wolf!" has been repeatedly cried to keep them from their honest labor and their community values have been exploited to serve the egos of a narcissistic few. This kind of adjustment always occurs, eventually.

And maybe, just maybe, this week we're seeing the actual beginning rivulets of that turning tide.


NOTE: Definitive and often exclusive coverage of the entire ACORN story has been untiringly performed by The Brad Blog, whose dogged persistence can be credited for much of the progress toward justice and exposure found above. Our ardent thanks to them for real truth-telling and an insistence on journalistic integrity.

[Cross-posted at Group News Blog.]

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Friday, March 19, 2010

ON THE FENCE TO GET OBAMA OFF THE FENCE

(Lt. Dan Choi, Iraq war, and Capt. Jim Pietrangelo after handcuffing themselves to the White House fence in protest of the anti-lesbian/gay policy of "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" on 18 March 2010. Photo from AmericaBlog.)

Yesterday three people were arrested for an act of civil disobedience following a Human Rights Campaign rally protesting "Don't Ask, Don't Tell", which featured Kathy Griffin. Two of the arrestees were former and current members of the military, Lieutenant Dan Choi and Captain Jim Pietrangelo. Also arrested was activist Robin McGehee of GetEQUAL.

Lt. Choi, a West Point graduate, is facing a pending dishcarge under the DADT policy after he came out as gay on the Rachel Maddow Show. Capt. Pietrangelo has already been formally discharged under DADT for being openly gay.

According to ChicagoPride.com, McGehee and Pietrangelo were the first to handcuff themselves to the White House Fence, followed by Choi, and McGehee was the first to be arrested.


GetEQUAL activist Robin McGehee being arrested as she defends the protest against DADT at the White House on 18 March 2010. Photo from Towleroad.

Early coverage in an article from Towleroad states "Lt. Choi spoke at the rally and asked participants to join him on a march to the White House. Choi led hundreds of people from the rally to the White House where he and Cpt. Pietrangelo cuffed themselves to the fence while the crowd rallied around them. Shortly thereafter Choi and Pietrangelo were cut from the fence and arrested by police. During the minutes leading up to their arrest, activist Robin McGehee of GetEQUAL was also arrested."

Robin McGehee has been traveling with Lt. Choi and is co-director of the National Equality March. She covered the event via Twitter and her reporting sequence can be found in the Towleroad article. According to McGehee, she asked "Human Rights Campaign President Joe Solmonese if Choi could speak at the rally and he rebuffed her, telling her it was Kathy Griffin's rally."

HRC offered an explanation later of their decision to not agree to Choi speaking and then remaining at the rally site when the action left to protest at the White House. HRC also covered the rally at their blog. John Aravosis at AmericaBlog refutes the HRC statement as "utterly untrue".

AmericaBlog covered this story as it was breaking, with video, photographs, and first-hand reporting. They refer to the protestors as "Handcuffed to the fence in front of Barack Obama's White House to protest the President's failure to deliver on his promise to end DADT. This is not the photo that the White House ever wanted. But, it's come to this."

According to The Advocate,"United States Park Police spokesman Sgt. David Schlosser" stated "both men were taken to Park Police's Anacostia station for processing, where they were charged with failure to obey a lawful order. Choi and Pietrangelo will be held overnight and are scheduled to appear in D.C. Superior Court on Friday." This article also states McGehee was arrested "apparently for helping the two discharged soldiers handcuff themselves to the fence. An officer who arrested McGehee said 'I can't say anything' on why she was taken into custody. McGehee was bailed out and released Thursday evening.

The Human Rights Campaign and other mainstream LGBT rights organizations focus on the repeal of DADT as a main rallying point and fundraiser. GetEQUAL's statement of purpose reads "I join with others who are ready to take bold action to demand equality for LGBTQ people. I will not accept excuses, delays, compromises, or empty promises, and I will hold accountable any person or organization who stands in the way. I will push back, rise up, and speak out against all forms of discrimination that plague our community."

Other organizations within the lesbian and gay community do support causes such as repeal of DADT and removal of the state from marriage definiton, but decry mainstream focus on these two questions to the detriment of other liberation issues which affect a much larger percentage of the population -- issues of job and housing discrimination, children's rights, and freedom from violence. One such group is the sardonically named Against Equality, which promotes "Queer challenges to the politics of inclusion." A sizable percentage of lesbians and gays are anti-war and opposed to the growing militarism of American culture. Their voice is represented in the poster below found at a bus stop at 17th and Castro in San Francisco, apparently placed in mid February 2010 by guerrilla artists from Truthforce (photo by Roseanne Dunbar Ortiz.)


[Cross-posted at Group News Blog.]

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Thursday, March 18, 2010

HUBBLE THURSDAY 18 MARCH 2010


(An Eclectic Mix of Galaxies)

Every Thursday, I post a very large photograph of some corner of space captured by the Hubble Space Telescope and available online from the picture album at HubbleSite, followed by poetry after the jump.


BIRTHDAY CAKE

by Hayden Carruth

For breakfast I have eaten the last of your birthday cake that you
had left uneaten for five days
and would have left five more before throwing it away.
It is early March now. The winter of illness
is ending. Across the valley
patches of remaining snow make patterns among the hill farms,
among fields and knolls and woodlots,
like forms in a painting, as sure and significant as forms
in a painting. The cake was stale.
But I like stale cake, I even prefer it, which you don't
understand, as I don't understand how you can open
a new box of cereal when the old one is still unfinished.
So many differences. You a woman, I a man,
you still young at forty-two and I growing old at seventy.
Yet how much we love one another.
It seems a miracle. Not mystical, nothing occult,
just the ordinary improbability that occurs
over and over, the stupendousness
of life. Out on the highway on the pavement wet
with snow-melt, cars go whistling past.
And our poetry, yours short-lined and sounding
beautifully vulgar and bluesy
in your woman's bitterness, and mine almost
anything, unpredictable, though people say
too ready a harkening back
to the useless expressiveness and ardor of another
era. But how lovely it was, that time
in my restless memory.
This is the season of mud and thrash, broken limbs and crushed briers
from the winter storms, wetness and rust,
the season of differences, articulable differences that signify
deeper and inarticulable and almost paleolithic
perplexities in our lives, and still
we love one another. We love this house
and this hillside by the highway in upstate New York.
I am too old to write love songs now. I no longer
assert that I love you, but that you love me,
confident in my amazement. The spring
will come soon. We will have more birthdays
with cakes and wine. This valley
will be full of flowers and birds.

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Tuesday, March 16, 2010

PYA: CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO


To begin reading this sci-fi novel or for background information, go to my Chapter One post here. To read about the background of the first novel, read my post here, which will also direct you to appendices.

For more detailed information, posted elsewhere on this blog are:

Pya Dictionary from Skenish to English (complete up to present chapter), with some cultural notes included
Pya Cast of Characters (complete up to present chapter)
Owl Manage on Saya Island, original plans
Saya Island Eastern End After Development
Map of Pya with Description of Each Island
Map of Skene (but not Pya)
Map of Saya Island and Environs When Pyosz First Arrived
Map of Saya Island, Teppe and Pea Pods Environs After Development
Skene Character Lineage at Midway Through Pya Novel
Skene, Chapter One (With Cultural Notes in Links)

CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO

The four habibis, Su and Thleen went onto the porch and soon singing drifted back to the dining room. Prl brought a pot of chamomile tea to the table, and Pyosz began peeling an orange to share. Stirring her tea, Prl said quietly "I have to begin by saying what I want to tell you is in direct violation of my oath as a Genist. Your breaking confidence here could result in my dismissal and or prosecution." She stopped, giving each of them a questioning blue look.

"I'll never breathe a word" said Pyosz unnecessarily. "Nor I" added Maar. "I'm deeply honored to be included."

"You're my child now, too" said Prl. "And it isn't just me who needs help, it's all of Skene." She stopped again and drizzled a golden swirl of honey into her steaming cup. Curds had already claimed her lap and watched the sinuous motion attentively. Ember was anchoring Pyosz to her chair, and Clicker was on her back in Maar's lap, batting at Maar's playful fingers. Cha had claimed the large hearth chair all to herself.


Prl licked her teaspoon clean of honey before continuing. "As you know, it is the job of the Genist to ensure reproductive vigor and balance for Skene. This duty was straightforward, though never easy, when all pregnancies came through our assistance and approval, except for the rare X-Y success, of course. Pyosz here is the watershed for when I dismantled my own authority and turned selection of a breeding partner over to individual emmas. I hoped -- believed -- that the errors inherent in that dismantling could be countered by common good sense and a growing population. The presence of Pya means we can have a much healthier human population on Skene in terms of sheer numbers."

She blew on her tea and drank carefully.

"I knew there would be women seizing the opportunity to have children who were unsuitable to be emmas, either for emotional or physical reasons. But after 500 years of selective breeding, we have a remarkably thriving set of genes and a strong tradition toward responsibility. And it was time to allow for the chance of natural selection. Not everyone agreed with my decision -- my own aggie did not." Pyosz felt a jolt, both at this new bit of information and the brief expression of pain on Prl's face. "Still, there's no way to turn a tide once the moons have traveled in the sky."

Maar had to clear her throat to ask "Has the incidence of emmas unsuitable to raise children gone up, do you think?" Pyosz slid her foot over so her ankle rested against Maar's.

"Yes" said Prl bluntly. "A small but trackable amount, according to private observation by the Ethicists and Sheng Zhangs of Rahat both in Skene and Pya. Though, intriguingly, less so in Pya than in Skene. I attribute that difference to Ried's operation in Skene: anyone willing to illegally pay for assistance is likely to have already been rejected by me. There was no such rogue in Pya, and although theoretically Briel and the curandera in Pertama who could do egg harvesting were not going to say no, the open legality kept problem emmas from stepping out into community judgment. The positive effects of Skene's nosiness, I guess you could call it."

Prl smiled slightly. Clicker abandoned Maar to chase a shadow, and Pyosz lifted Ember over to Maar's lap without an interruption in Ember's purring.

Pyosz said "So is your concern about the numbers of unsuitable emmas who are using the new method to have children?"

Prl's smile faded. "Yes, but not in the way you think." She breathed in and out once before saying "There are women getting pregnant with each other who are sibs. Half-sibs. Far too closely related, even factoring in the tangled cousinship all of us on Skene now share."

Pyosz felt a welling in her throat that she realized was revulsion. Maar said softly "So is that what you meant when you told us our genes would be a good mix? That we weren't too closely related?"

"A significant part of it, yes, though we usually aren't as blunt as you" said Prl. "Which may have been an error in our practice, I am thinking about starting to hammer home the point in every consultation I make now." She added almost to herself "The whole thing may have been an error, which I hope I don't live to know as a fact."

When she noticed Pyosz's wide eyes, she said "Not you, child, I wasn't referring to my decision to have you. However that had to be arranged was worth it."

Pyosz patted her hand. "But emma, from my own limited experience with breeding goats -- and aside from the ickiness of it all -- doesn't breeding with a close relative mean a chance of enhacing positive traits as much as it might strengthen negative ones?"

"If selected for with care" said Prl, "which is not what is going on. And the failures with goats and chickens are not going to live 100 years, possibly producing future generations. We have a low incidence of disease and birth defects on Skene. We don't have the extra resource to deal with much more than we already do, we can't manufacture additional chemotherapy agents, for example, and as we know, dealing with mobility impairment becomes a family chore. I based my decision on Skene having had a long enough period of genetic planning to risk wild card innovation. I thought people would naturally consider closeness of relation in egg combination -- it was so automatic in my mind, I didn't comprehend what a blind spot it was for everyone outside a biological field of study,"

"I think we're subtly encouraged NOT to think about it" said Maar consideringly. "As we are directed away from focusing on most of our limits. No room for disappointment that might lead to dangerous dissent."

Prl looked at her with appreciation. Pyosz said "So, emma, why don't you write an article for the paper about this? About the need to get a genetic consultation before becoming pregnant, all the reasons why?"

"I've considered it" said Prl. "Even though it will look like I'm advertising. The Dullard was appalled at the notion, said it would be interpreted as self-aggrandizement that woud diminish the esteem of the Office of Genist. Which is when I stopped trying to talk with her about it." Prl gave a long sigh. "The oath I signed as Genist, the charter which no one is allowed to read except Genists, Ethicists, and Archivists, spells out in detail the information which we are prohibited from divulging to the public. We cannot reveal the precise ratio of Xs to Ys in the population nor the percentage of Y fertility. We of course cannot divulge who is X and who is Y, or those rare instances of something aside from ordinary X or Y. We cannot reveal anyone's biological ancestry except to them and, with a signed release, to someone they designate. Taken together, these proscriptions make the wording of any declaration I might want to make even about general conditions on Skene very tricky."

Maar and Pyosz both began speaking at once. Maar stopped and pointed at Pyosz to continue. Pyosz leaned forward to ask quietly "What is the percentage of Y fertility, and the ratio of X to Y?"

Prl said "You don't need to know that to deal with the question at hand." Her lips were tight. Pyosz realized how hard it was for Prl to be breaking an oath with them.

"Well, then, can you tell me if it is static? Are the numbers changing?" pressed Pyosz.

Prl said "Yes" and closed her mouth tightly again. Pyosz thought It must not be in our favor. I bet it's motivated some of her choices -- like the need to make another form of reproduction available to us. Another question occurred to her, and she cut Maar off again to blurt "Is this affecting all biology on Skene, or just humans?"

"As far as we can tell, only humans" said Prl. "Nioma and I are going to come up with a documented answer to that question, since so much depends on it."

They all pondered this for a minute. Then Prl raised her eyebrows at Maar, who asked "What is the penalty for you revealing forbidden information?" Pyosz glanced at her -- Trust Maar to directly address the threat emma is facing.

Prl said "At the very least, removal from office. But there are legal consequences on the books, up to and including exile."

"Exile?!!" remonstrated Pyosz. "Why so dire?"

"Because the charter was written by those who had lived through The Troubles" said Prl. "Primarily by Pearl Goldfarb when she was an elder." She gave a wry grin to Pyosz. "She had lived through being hunted, possibly experiencing violence herself, certainly witnessing it, losing people she cared about to murder and deprivation which caused early death. It appeared to have begun, in part, from people's inability to cope with biological reality on Skene. She, and others, decided hoarding certain information was in the best interest of survival."

"And any charges against you would be brought by the Ethicist?" continued Maar.

"Yes. Based on either public outcry or her reading of the current political climate" said Prl. Another reason to miss Bux, as if we needed one thought Pyosz.

"The people who are having children, who don't know they are -- sibs" said Maar, and Pyosz could read in her tone a shared distaste at this reality. "Anyone we know?"

"I can't answer that" said Prl. "Except that I would have found a way to stop members of our family from the error."

"Well, don't give me names, but are any of those who would be affected by this revelation prominent people, or related to prominent people?" asked Maar.

"Yes" said Prl, with another appreciative glance. "You see the issue, then."

Pyosz did too, belatedly. "They'll want to punish you for the shame and horror they will feel, and the public exposure."

"In a nutshell" said Prl. "But if I don't stop it now, it will only get worse. And if I simply say in a general way, you know, a lot of you out there having babies with each other could have the same Y contribution, that doesn't guarantee those for whom it's the case will responsibly set up an appointment with me to find out if it's true. In fact, if they are worried about it, they likely won't seek out an answer."

"So you have to tell us all something we really don't want to hear, giving specifics you are forbidden by law to reveal, and make sure you are not the target of an inevitable backlash" summarized Pyosz. "I couldn't believe something had actually stumped you of all people, emma, but I see the impassable wall here."

They looked at each other in silence. Prl went to the aga to refill the teapot. While she was gone, Pyosz said softly to Maar "What would we have done if we'd found out we were secret sibs?"

"Not possible with your origins" pointed out Maar.

"But if your contribution had been Ng, then that would still be a barrier" said Pyosz. Prl, returning to the table, thought but did not say Or Dodd. Dodd has several children out there she doesn't know about. She and Briel are educated enough to have suspected it, though, I'm sure.

Pyosz said "I'm not having any ideas come to me, emma. I guess I have to think about it."

"That's as much as I hoped for" said Prl, her face not quite hiding what had been hope.

Maar poured a cup of half milk, half tea, and let Ember take a lap at it. She said "Growing up in the Manage I did, I became very good at finding ways to pass on information my emmas didn't want to hear and avoiding retribution as I did so. Mostly I relied on removing all the other possible explanations so their own minds forced them to look at the remaining reality. Which pissed them off, of course, but I could claim innocence."

"But this is so specific, involving names and lineages" argued Pyosz.

"Yeah...I dunno, I'll have to sleep on it, too" said Maar, running a hand through her spikes of hair and starting to drink her tea. Thleen tumbled in the front door and said "Are you done yet, they keep saving the best songs for when you're gonna come out here."

Prl said "We are done, can I sit with you?" She picked up her mug and a sugar cube before walking sedately toward Thleen, who was hopping from leg to leg. She stopped briefly to turn and say "Thank you both so much. It has eased me already."

An hour later, after tucking in Thleen and kissing the young women goodnight at their door, Prl gave goodnight hugs to Qala and Lawa before settling in a hearth chair with a book and the radio. Curds and Ember each claimed an arm of her chair. Clicker was scampering around the kitchen counters, pestering Cha and threatening condiment jars. Prl had trouble focusing on her reading, and finally gave it up to lean back with closed eyes, reliving her night with Nioma as she waited for her call.

She was almost asleep when she heard the front door latch. She leaned around the wing of her chair and opened her eyes wide to see Nioma letting herself in. She dropped book and radio to the floor as she stood joyfully. As Prl crossed the great hall swift;y, however, Nioma made a shushing motion, her face somber. She pulled Prl into her arms and whispered "There's a giant owl sitting on the end rail of your porch! It watched me walk up but didn't leave, if you open the door carefully, I bet it will still be there."

Prl saved her kiss to take advantage of this unique opportunity. Sure enough, the creature was perched imperiously, blocking southern moonlight and swiveling its head to regard her. Nioma poked her head out beside Prl's, their torsos pressed together gladly. Prl made sure her feet and legs blocked katt egress.

They both jumped when the bedroom door beside them opened abruptly. Yoj said "Did I hear the front -- oh, hi, Nioma, I didn't know you were coming back tonight."

Prl motioned silence urgently, then waved at Yoj to come take her place. Behind Yoj they heard Halling call "What's going on?" Prl walked to the bedroom to whisper "The owl is on the porch, come see, emma." She helped Halling out of bed and to the front door.

"Thunder me down" breathed Yoj. "It's bigger than I expected."

Halling met its unblinking gaze for several moments before saying "Hello. You are the Sheng Zhang of Saya, I presume."

Clicker made a dash for the gap between Halling's legs and Prl grabbed her by her tail at the last moment. The kerfuffle prodded the owl into unhurried flight, which drew a gasp from Halling. They all breathed out with regret as it vanished. Prl said to Clicker "You utter fool, it would make a quick snack of you" as the door was safely clicked shut.

Yoj said "Can that really be the brute which landed in front of Pyosz in her kitchen? I'd have dropped dead from the shock."

Halling said "Our Pyosz is sturdy stuff", patting Prl's back. "I'm going back to bed. See you all at breakfast."

Yoj went to the privy. Prl found the kiss she'd been dreaming of for hours. They parted when Yoj re-emerged, saying to them "I'm going to bed also, don't let me interrupt you" with a grin as she shut her bedroom door.

"I spent an hour waiting on the bus and riding it here, but I couldn't bear to stay away" Nioma said. "I told them at work I wouldn't be in tomorrow, I can make up time next weekend."

After another long kiss, Prl said "Are you hungry?"

"I could use tea and toast. And sweetheart, I need a bath, the baby urped on me twice" said Nioma.

"Go start the water, I'll join you when the tea is steeped" said Prl.

She brought one of Qala's candles on the tray and they slid into the hot, gardenia-smelling water by candlelight, Prl sitting behind Nioma because it was easier on her hip. Within minutes they were making love, trying to keep quiet because the tile room seemed to amplify sound.

When the edge of what felt like bottomless desire had been eased, Nioma tenderly washed Prl's hair, her fingertips memorizing the contours of Prl's small head. She said "How did your talk go?"

"I feel some relief at having shared my conundrum" said Prl. "And something Maar said gave me a slightly different angle to look at it all."

"I think I know what your conundrum must be" said Nioma. "I mean, it seems fairly obvious if you know anything about limited gene pools and the considerations Skene's Genist has had to address over the centuries. I'm not trying to persuade you to extend your confidence to me, only that now my mind is on it, too."

"I want your mind on me and my life" said Prl softly.

"This is so different, passion at this stage of life" said Nioma. "I know what loss actually looks like, I know the consequences of failure and that in fact I can say no, I can face the worst. So to say yes carries much more weight. And considered joy."

They looked at each other for a long minute. Prl said "Let's dry off and go to bed."

In the morning, Halling notified everyone of Nioma's arrival and dragged Thleen off to fish as soon as they cleared breakfast. When the sinners finished early, producing enough fish to feed them all lunch, Yoj kept Thleen from Prl's door by having her help assemble the album of partnership ceremony photos Su was going to take back to her emmas.

Prl and Nioma appeared shortly before 11:00 with radiant faces. Prl was accosted by Thleen at the foot of the stairs. "We're going to the beach, to look for oysters or clams for the big dinner tonight, will you come, abba?"

Prl glanced at Nioma, and Thleen released one hand from Prl to grab Nioma's arm. Prl said "We'd love that, but first a little bite to eat." Which turned out to be a big bite, but Thleen chattered through it and the older women ate with hungry speed. The three of them plus Yoj and Qala left with waders, rakes and pails. Maar landed a short while later, dropping off Moasi for the day and grabbing just-made fish cakes for her lunch before going upstairs for a nap between shifts.

Prl had made an orchard run, and now Halling sat with her sibs at the table to process fruits and nuts as they talked. Everyone gathered for a late lunch, the Manage filled with smells of roasting walnuts and simmering jams, cherry and apricot. After grumbling through chores, Thleen was released to Kacang for a couple of hours. Prl and Nioma disappeared upstairs without a word. Pyosz baked with Yoj while Qala boiled and sealed gleaming jars of jam. She always regretted applying labels once the contents were cool: She liked the unobstructed view of rich color through the curved glass.

Cha had been forced, by the presence of cold-hearted humans, to move from the counter to a less-desierable nap spot on the old blanket next to the aga. Qala heard Cha making a strange cry and glanced down to see Clicker trying to mount her katt from behind. Cha managed to wheel and slap Clicker down to the floor, and Curds rushed in to give a couple of bites to Clicker's exposed flank.

"Uh oh" said Qala. She scooped up Clicker and examined her nether regions, then took a careful sniff.

"They've come in" she verified. Lawa came in the back door with a basket of horseradish and lettuce.

"She's early" remarked Pyosz. "Who do we get for the snip. Ulcha, maybe?"

"Vants is good at it" offered Lawa. "I can help. Shall we get it over with before Thleen gets home?"

"Better ask her first" said Qala. "I'll call Kacang, then Teppe."

The conversation with Thleen became lengthy and emotional. Finally Qala said "You really can't stop this, honey, it's her body changing and she will just be miserable, katts aren't like us. The other katts won't like how she's behaving and she'll stink up the Manage. The question you need to answer is whether you want to be here for the operation or not." After another minute she said "I promise you it won't hurt while it's happening. It's Vants, Thleen, you can trust her to do it painlessly. And I'll be there, too. It's okay if you don't watch to watch, this isn't a chore you have to learn. I'll make her a bed in your room with an early dinner, you can see her when you get home, but no playing in there tonight, she needs quiet to recover." A few seconds later, she said "Yes, I'll put milk on her fisk, don't I always? Okay, don't worry, she won't care."

After she clicked off from Teppe, she said "Vants is heading over now, she has a roast to put in our aga for the dinner. She's got anesthetic gel and the blade, she says."

Yoj said "Reminds me of Petunia, when Veida snipped her." She and Qala laughed reminiscently. Pyosz knew this story by heart, although it had occurred before even Prl was born -- how Ng had helped with the neutering of Yoj's kitten Petunia, and it was only then Yoj had learned her partner's emma was a Y. It had been told so often, Pyosz felt like she remembered it herself, with visuals of Ng, Veida and Petunia her mind must have assembled from photographs, since they had all died before she ever met them.

She suddenly realized her children might have the same sort of pseudo-memory of Bux. And certainly her own grandchildren would have no first-hand knowledge of the abbas in ths room with her. Maybe even Prl...It was too depressing to think about, and she focused on shaping dough into loaves.

When Vants arrived , she carried Clicker into the bathroom with Lawa and Qala. It took a surprisingly short time. Yoj declined to watch, instead mincing poached fish into a raw egg that she added to a small bowl of fisk. The older katts watched in disbelief as the bowl was transported with a towel-wrapped Clicker to Thleen's room, out of reach.

Prl and Nioma came downstairs a short while later. Pyosz heard her emma giggling the entire way through the great hall, giggling like Thleen did. Prl kissed her cheek and said "How can we help?"

"Uh...set the table? I don't know a number for sure, but we can spread quilts on the floor for the children. We need a baby chair, I keep meaning to ask Klosa about it -- " said Pyosz.

"I still have yours, I'll send it to you" said Prl.

"You do? Why on earth did you keep it?" said Pyosz.

"It has your tooth marks on one leg where you chewed on it as a toddler. Plus aggie hand-painted the designs on the back" said Prl. "I have the silk-edged blanket Qen knitted for you, and a box of baby clothes, too."

"How often do you take them out and look through them, remembering when she was that tiny?" asked Nioma, gathering silverware.

"On her birthday" replied Prl. "You?"

"I gave it all to my two as they had babies" said Nioma. "And whatever Xani had left disappeared in the typhoon. But they're done, she and Rika, they say four is enough. How many are Pyosz and Maar planning?" As if I'm not in the room with them thought Pyosz. As if it's only them in the world. She didn't know how to feel about this.

"As long as a supply of abbas holds out, I can imagine them going on until their eggs stop dropping" said Prl happily. "I'll fold the napkins, here." They went into the dining room together.

At dinner, Yoj told the extended group again about her dinner in Chwet. She'd had not only squirrel stew, which she had requested, but also a taste of venison because one of the deer released in the woods had broken a leg and had to be killed. She did her best to describe the flavor of both meats, with Ulcha's assistance. She added "What was more nourishing was the walk I took with Ulcha before the meal, to a clearing where I got to see squirrels interacting in their own habitat."

Nioma leaned over to the children's quilt and murmured something to Thleen, who scurried upstairs, before she said "I agree with you about our deprivation on Skene."

Yoj blinked and said "I didn't mention deprivation."

"All right, that's my term for it" amended Nioma. "We are so focused on general survival and small additions to our sustainability, I think most of us are not aware of how hungry our spirits are for that which cannot be controlled."

Maar stared at her. "Like the ocean, you mean? And weather? Or for that matter, leviathans? I can assure you, I have no hunger for it, I spend for too much time trying to avoid the reality of that which cannot be controlled on Skene."

"Leviathans are not part of the reckoning our brains and genes evolved over countless time to accommodate" said Nioma, taking the book Thleen had breathlessly retrieved. Thleen didn't return to her plate, but hung over the back of Nioma's chair instead, listening. Nioma said "Biological organisms develop in relation to each other, and all growth is shaped by limits and vastnesses as well as by niches we can inhabit with comprehension. I don't know how long it will take for us to not see levis as utterly alien, but we're not there yet. Whereas what I hear you saying Yoj, is that getting to be around the squirrels fed your spirit in some way."

Yoj nodded, deep interest on her face. Pyosz could tell Prl's hand was now in Nioma's lap. Nioma held up the book: It was the bestiary Yoj had created for her own children decades ago, battered from their constant reading as well as the grandchildren and now Thleen. Nioma opened it at random and showed the color illustrations. She said "I know you scoured the archives and the Botaniste's files for this volume, Yoj, but even so, it represents only a fraction of the life that was present on the original planet. Yet if you exclude insects and sea creatures, the land-dwellers we can recognize in here, those which might also be found on Skene, are only two or three dozens. Out of over a thousand in this book. Every form of life has a meaning which enriches us, not just our bellies but our inner appetite." Pyosz abruptly thought of how empty her world would be without her goats -- How did I ever live without their odd ways? Nioma said "We don't know what we're missing, but I think some part of us feels it all the same."

Into the silence, where Pyosz could hear Thleen breathing through her mouth, Halling said "I never take a bite of corn without remembering what it was like before I'd ever tasted it. But Pyosz takes it for granted." She looked at Pyosz and added "I don't mean that in a thoughtless way."

"I understand, abba" said Pyosz. "It's like the dawn chorus. Whoever released songbirds on Pya knew it didn't matter that we couldn't eat them. It was the singing they were after."

"Exactly" said Dodd. "One of the insurmountable differences between growing up here versus in Skene." Prl turned to look at Pyosz and there was such approval in her gaze, Pyosz had to fight back tears.

Thleen said "So the people on the original planet, they really saw all these different animals? Like maybe had them as pets?"

"Not all of them, no" said Yoj. "It was so big -- imagine a hundred different Pyas, and each has some of the animals. But they knew about them all, knew things like owls hunt at night and goats can climb and only katts purr. And that richness of knowing must have made their brains different than ours, I think that's what Nioma is saying."

"Different doesn't mean deprivation" said Maar stubbornly.

"Well, you live as buffer between our human greenhouse and the surviving wilderness of Skene" said Prl. "You have a vantage point most of us don't share." It was appreciative, not critical, yet Pyosz instantly felt protective of Maar, as if she were being exposed or threatened.

Yoj turned to Nioma and said "So you think, in time, we'll adapt to Skene in a way we have not thus far?"

"It seems to be what we do as a species" said Nioma. "Except that in time, we'll overrun every inch of Pya as we have Skene and that will starve us further. Still, I imagine in 500 years our ideas and concerns will appear frequently bizarre to our descendants."

Pank stood and said "Well, that's their problem. Mine is that I can smell a peach pie which needs to come out of the oven."

Others stood to clear the table. Pyosz pointed to Thleen and said "Finish those greens on your plate or no pie for you." Thleen's eyes flicked to the side and Pyosz was certain Ziri had just made a face at her behind her back. Stifling laughter, Thleen returned to the quilt.

Rain was bucketing down outside, with a driving wind, so after dinner the hearth was lit and Nezi took the piano while other musical instruments were pulled out. A chair was wedged under the knob of Thleen's bedroom door, to keep children from barging in on Clicker, and indoor shutters were latched over the front window before a kickball was released into the upstairs hall. The concert downstairs was to the sporadic rhythm of thudding feet on the floorboards above.

During a break in the singing, Halling asked Mill "You got the second of the new radar array deployed, yes? What's it showing?"

The whole room went silent. Mill swiveled her gaze to Maar, handing her the question. As Maar ran her hand through her hair, preparing an answer, Abbo stood irritably and went to the privy.

"It was hard to believe at first we're reading them correctly" said Maar. "Dekkan and I both were seeing massive levs down deep, underneath the fish flow, always. But these new units have recorders, so we ran tape and brought it back for other eyes."

"I interpret it the same way" said Mill.

"I'd almost rather not know" blurted out Dekkan. Su chuckled but Pava did not.

"Are similar findings showing up in Skene?" asked Halling.

"Yeah, I talked with Danaan today" said Mill. "But it's focused, so far as they know. Focused on sinners, on ferry routes, and in the Tendrils. They haven't done a comprehensive scan yet, but there was no sign of deep leviathan presence around Peisuo, for instance, when they made a half-year run out there to make sure it's intact."

"No humans on Peisuo right now" observed Qala. Oby said "Yes, lev lurking does seem to correspond to human presence. Or maybe it's just that prefer the same territories, if you will. Despite how shorthanded we are, over the next month we're going to do a complete survey, recorded, of all the waters in and around Pya, and Uli will convert it into a map."

"I'd like to review those tapes at some point" offered Nioma. "Try to make sense of behavior."

"We'll welcome it" said Mill, glancing at Prl with an expression Pyosz couldn't read. Pyosz also realized the racket from upstairs had stopped, and she rose to go check on the children, but spotted them clustered on the first landing, small faces pressed through the banister rails.

"What's up?" she called out. Koben said "I'm thirsty."

"Come on down, we have lemonade still" said Lawa, heading for the kitchen ahead of the pack. Halling said quietly to Mill "Could I have a look at what you've got?"

"Come to the Lofthall early tomorrow, before the huolon leaves" said Mill. Pyosz felt desolation sweep through her: This time tomorrow, they'd all be gone again, her emma and abbas. She turned to commiserate with Prl, but Prl's eyes were closed tightly and she was in a sideways embrace with Nioma.

Abbo and Dekkan left at 9:00, citing work in the morning. Maar made her goodnights soon thereafter. The baby was asleep in Meko's arms, and Meamea had been persuaded into a hearth chair with her abba Ramea, both of them quiet and drowsy. The three older children were given Quackers cards and told to stay downstairs. They chose to forego Quackers, however, in favor of poring over the bestiary, speculating in carrying whispers. Pyosz sat on the floor at the feet of Yoj and Halling, fighting a loneliness she thought was irrational.

Folks from other islands left by 11:00, except for Dodd and Mill. Moasi was spending the night, and Pyosz made her a bed on the sofa while everyone else moved to the hearth area to keep talking. Thleen was allowed to stay up, sitting near Su and fighting to not drop off without Ziri's energy to help her keep manic. When Pyosz said she was reheating soup and making cucumber and beanpaste sandwiches for a snack, Prl and Nioma excused themselves, heading upstairs. Thleen fell asleep before she finished her meal, and Dodd carried her upstairs, reporting that Clicker looked confused but in good shape. The party broke up finally at midnight. Pyosz hoped Maar would wake up when she slid in beside her, the rain at last slacking off, but Maar only curved behind Pyosz with a sigh. She's getting a lot more sleep now that we're not making love Pyosz thought, trying to console herself.

The following day was entirely overshadowed for Pyosz by the sound of an internal ticking clock. She was short-tempered with an equally cranky Thleen, and she complained to Qala about Halling leaving the Manage for Koldok an hour early. Qala kept assembling a hamper for the huolon flight and said "All of us have sore hearts right now." She pointed her head at Prl, who looked as bad as she had after Bux was killed. Nioma had taken another day off work, and she was in almost constant contact with Prl, but their touch didn't seem to ease what they were feeling.

Maar brought a large sinner to carry them all, with baggage, to the Lofthall. The next half hour was ghastly, as Pyosz remembered it. She had to share her emma with Nioma, Thleen kept bursting into tears, and when Su unexpectedly began weeping, Pyosz was frozen. It was Maar who stepped in to comfort Su.

Pyosz wanted promises from her abbas that they would be back soon -- no, what she really wanted was for them to say they were moving, giving up Bux's Manage for the one she'd built here to hold them. When Halling stood from her cart one last time, patting it affectionately, she said "At least the walk back up the lane will be easier than it has been in years." Pyosz was overwhelmed by the rupture Prl was facing and didn't know how to make anything better for her emma. She held in her grief until the huolon vanished to the northwest, and then she sobbed with Nioma.

After tea in the canteen, Maar offered to fly Nioma to Talaba. "No" she said, "I want the bus ride to think and re-enter my life here, before the grandchildren swarm me." Pyosz and Thleen walked her to the bus stop and saw her off. Maar flew Moasi and Vants back to Teppe while everyone else dispersed.

That night, Pyosz was awakened not long after midnight by pounding at their bedroom door and Maar stumbling hurriedly from their bed. She turned on the lamp in time to see Thleen fling herself into Maar's arms. sobbing.

"What happened, what's wrong?" said Maar, trying to examine Thleen for injury.

"I woke up and you were dead beside me!" wailed Thleen,

"Oh, sweetie, it was only a dream, a bad bad dream" said Maar, lifting Thleen with a grunt and carrying her back to bed with her and Pyosz. Pyosz cuddled her from behind until Thleen's shaking stopped. Maar gave her a hankie and a glass of water, continuing to reassure her. Pyosz turned off the lamp again and they settled into sleep.

In the morning they left Thleen with the bedroom door open, three katts already moving into the room. "She asked me to sleep with her last night when I tucked her in" said Maar guiltily over their tea in the kitchen.

"I wonder what kicked it up" said Pyosz. sidestepping the question of where Maar slept, which felt like murky territory right now.

"Likely the loss of extra family" speculated Maar.

"Well, I'll tell Lawa and Qala, we'll see if there's something she needs to talk about" said Pyosz. She prepared for Market listlessly, her heart aching for Prl returning to the Genist Manage alone. She stopped by Naki's to print out the photos from her and Maar's stay on Trumpinne, asking to run the printer herself because she didn't want anyone to see a couple of the shots. Maar wearing only a too-small maillot of faded turquoise raised bittersweet emotions in her chest. Shortly before dinner it was at last an appropriate time to call Skene, but she felt no better after her talk with Prl, who sounded numb.

The following day, Thleen was packed off to Kacang because Uben, Maar and Dekkan were beginning work on the survival shelter to be carved from the rock of Saya's eastern escarpment. Pank, Tu, Lehen and Vants also converged to watch and advise. It kept Pyosz busy, if not satisfied. Clicker was entirely recovered and kept getting in the way, though the older katts refused to leave the Manage once the laser was in use.

Hauling rock on a hot afternoon was a good purge, Pyosz decided by the end of the day. After eating, they all went for a soak at the hot springs. A large room walled by thick rock now existed four steps down behind the owl oak. Mrebbe and a foundry worker would come on Moja to begin fitting a sealed door. Someone else recommended by Uben would install a ventilation system, after which Mrebbe would lay a floor, build shelves and collapsible beds. Qala and Lawa had a list of what they would stock on those shelves, and Pyosz planned to run drills every so often, invoking Prl's long ago attempt to prepare for the unthinkable.

After Maar put Thleen to bed that night, she reappeared in the kitchen where Pyosz was cutting uo two ducks for tomorrow's Shmona dinner. "Listen" Maar said quietly, "I think I'm going to bunk in with Thleen tonight."

Pyosz could hear a question in Maar's voice. She thought Maar wanted her to say no, come sleep with me, my desire has returned. She kept her face averted as she answered "All right. But feel free to come get me if she has another nightmare." Following a long pause, Maar kissed her cheek and whispered "Carynn bye."

Pyosz finished her marinade, stashed the duck in the coldbox, and scrubbed her hands before grabbing the radio and heading for her bedroom. The Dullard answered, saying Prl was in a consultation but would be out in half an hour. Pyosz asked for a return call, and went to the privy while she waited. She was sitting up in her schmatta when the radio buzzed again.

"Everyone all right?" asked Prl.

"Mostly" said Pyosz, her voice higher than usual. "Thleen's been having nightmares, about Maar dying, and Maar is sleeping in her room tonight."

"That's good, addressing fear concretely right away is usually a good idea with children" said Prl.

"How are you, emma?"

"Exhausted. I can't sleep right myself. Nioma and I talk whenever we can, which is sometimes the middle of the night, but that's not the main reason I'm so out of kilter. You know, I even miss the levvin' birds who used to wake me up each morning" said Prl, with an attempt at laughing.

Pyosz had held on as long as she could. She began crying quietly.

"So, what is really wrong?" asked Prl. "Why did you call?"

"Oh, emma, I'm not being fair, you have such heartache of your own right now -- "

"I'm still your emma, tell me" said Prl.

"It's me and Maar, we aren't making love any more!" bawled Pyosz.

"Why not? What happened?"

"I don't know, emma, except it's my fault, I just don't want to any more. I love her as much as ever, and I crave her being nearby, I HATE her sleeping apart, but I have zero desire. Maar thinks -- don't get upset, emma, but she thinks it's because I'm upset over you and Nioma. And I was upset at first, but I swear that's not it. I'm scared I don't find her attractive that way, you know, because I finally have her all to myself. Legally, you know, as a partner. I'm so ashamed and scared, emma, I can't bear the idea of losing her."

"You're not going to lose her, child, that will never happen. So this was going on while I was there? I'm sorry I didn't notice. When did it begin, exactly?"

"Since we got back from Trumpinne. Our time there was glorious, emma -- that's all we did, you know -- but not since." Pyosz could feel the heat in her cheeks.

"How are you feeling physically? Have you run a temperature?" asked Prl.

"I've been flushed off and on, but the weather has been hot in spells. And I'm not as hungry as I usually am, today after milking I felt nauseated. Do you think I could be sick?" Pyosz felt a flare of hope.

"Have you checked your mucus?" Prl's voice held an undercurrent.

"Not since we went to see Briel, I don't...Oh. Oh, emma, it couldn't be, not this fast, could it?"

"I got pregnant within a week, knew it right away, and so did aggie, she said. And for some women, the hormone shift clobbers desire, at least temporarily. Thunder me down, Pyosz, it would be just like you to rush this in on the first wave!"

Pyosz was pounding her own knee with a jubulant fist. "How can I tell for sure, emma?"

"Call Briel, there's a test she can run. It's Shmona there, right, or about to be? She'll open the clinic for this, go see her as soon as she's up. Oh, lev, I wish I was there! Call me as soon as you know, I don't care what time it is. And go tell Maar."

"I will, right now. Thank you, emma, thank you so much." Pyosz put the radio beside her pillow and scrambled for the door.


(Copyright 2010 Maggie Jochild)

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LOLCATS WEEKLY ROUND-UP 16 MARCH 2010

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Sunday, March 14, 2010

STEPPING OUT OF THE FRAME


I have a geek question in search of a serious answer or a fresh theory: I just read this article at Eureka! Science News about how the genome of an entire family has been sequenced to track how genetic mutations are handed on. The article states "Scientists long had estimated that each parent passes 75 gene mutations to their children." However, the actual rate of passing on was less than half of what had been estimated -- "By comparing the parents' DNA sequences to those of their children, the researchers estimated with a high degree of certainty that each parent passes 30 mutations — for a total of 60 — to their offspring."

My question is, why was the erroneous estimate so high to begin with? What were they observing that caused them to attribute a passing on of mutations at this level? And if the mutations are present but not being transmitted via our parents' DNA (which seems likely), then what IS causing the mutations?


I'm theorizing it is genetic reconfiguration that is the result of environment in early development. Cultural biological mutation, a la epigenetics. Which biological determinists and essentialists of all stripes do NOT want to admit is the case -- especially all those among us obsessed with "masculinity" as if it has authentic biological reality, instead of being a pathological cultural construct in the midst of epic fail. I am as interested in hearing "examinations of masculinity" as I am in hearing about exploring white supremacy -- i.e., it has shot its wad and we can't afford to waste any more time pretending it has value to impart. Yes, my generation looked at "femininity" which had been crammed down our throats (sometimes literally) as part of girl conditioning, but we quickly understood it was a bogus binary and instead began focusing on what was HUMAN -- and reclaiming humanity for women.

I feel this morning as if we have lost an entire generation to the rabbithole of feminist denial and a lopsided, desperate clutch at keeping the gender binary alive through the pretense of "subverting" it.

The silver lining is that money has been poured into scientific studies which hope to bolster biological determinism, and the vast majority of them (except for the tiny ones done on selected populations of adults) keep proving that culture and environment are the major factors in determining "identity". Truth will out, even if it is funded by the boys (and boy fetishists) who want to prove their definition of boy is triumphant.


NOTE: Here's another recent article from The New York Times, Human Culture Plays A Role In Natural Selection, which states that genetic adaptation to sustained cultural change "works more quickly than other selective forces, 'leading some practitioners to argue that gene-culture co-evolution could be the dominant mode of human evolution'". Yep.



[Cross-posted at Group News Blog.]

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