Anka settled his hand over hers. I dont think you needed to do that, nodia, he said, laughing. I think they wouldve figured it out.
They wouldve said I had something stuffed in my shirt! she said testily. They know you didnt kidnap me. Theyre just trying to wiggle out of the treaty they made!
Anka glanced at the Congressman questioningly. Are there any more questions youd like ask my woman?
The congressman looked like someone had shit in his mouth. I think were satisfied, he said tightly, on that score. Since Lt. Hunter claims that she left of her own free will, however, there is the little matter of her being AWOL.
Not unless someone forged my signature on a new enlistment, Congressman Webb, Sybil said tightly. My tour was up before I left the moon for Venus and I refused to sign up for another tour.
Ill look in to that, he said through gritted teeth. Youre dismissed for now.
Sybil turned to look up at Anka. On impulse, she rose to her tiptoes and kissed him full on the mouth. She hadnt actually intended to give him more than a peck, but Anka had other ideas. Ill remember to take my hat with me when I go to work in the garden. I wouldnt want them to accuse you of staking me out in the sun.
Anka shook his head at her, but he smiled.
She turned and waved at the congressman. Hello everyone back home! Dont worry about me. I love it here. Venus is growing more beautiful every day!
Anka glanced back at Inge. You can cut the feed to the other satellites now.
The congressman looked blank for several moments and then turned so red Sybil more than half expected him to explode. She turned to the Premier and the other two councilmen. I apologize if I embarrassed you. I just had to be sure they couldnt twist this into something it isnt.
The Premier and both councilmen assured her that they hadnt minded looking at all, that it was a lovely display of womanhood.
Chapter Seventeen
Grandmother Lonlea, the elder who seemed determined to adopt her whether she wanted it or not, and Cerek were waiting for her in the corridor near the quarters shed been sharing with Anka. Grandmother began to fuss immediately that it was late and it would be hot by the time they got to the garden.
Its always hot, Grandmother, Sybil said, smiling. I had something to take care of.
Dis more important, Grandmother informed her in broken English. Today you start learning Sumpturian ways! You work. I teach.
Oh joy! Sybil said wryly.
Grandmother swatted her. Respect elder!
Sybil bit her lip and glanced at Cerek.
Foul temper, he mouthed at her.
I read lips! Grandmother said, swatting him.
Sybil couldnt honestly decide what she thought of the old woman. She also couldnt figure out why the woman was determined to attach herself, but she learned very quickly to be grateful for it. Not only was she careful to make certain Sybil didnt make any serious blunders in her ignorance of the customs of the Sumpturians, but she was quick and fierce in defending Sybil if she thought anybody slighted her.
She wasnt terribly happy when she discovered she was expected to move in with Grandmother, but she didnt argue. Poor Anka could hardly walk through his quarters after hed retrieved her belongings from the Embassy and she knew it had to be miserable for him. Besides, it wasnt as if shed actually had the chance to get used to sharing his quarters and she had her own space when she moved in with Grandmother.
In any case, Anka came over almost every night to spend the night with her.
It was more comfortable for both of them, she told herself, and it wasnt as if they spent their days together anyway. Anka was busy on the construction site and she was busy tending the garden-not that there was much to tend. Only about half of the seeds sprouted and of that half, the majority withered shortly after poking little green sprouts from the dirt.
Deciding they were just getting too much sun, she and Cerek built a little tent with a tarp so that they could shade the plants through the hottest part of the day. The few plants that remained perked up, but the stalks grew long and spindly, making it clear they either werent getting enough water, or nutrients, or both. Either that or there was something in the soil that prevented them from thriving. Only a couple actually produced blooms and most of those simply fell off.
She felt like crying when Anka finally came to check her experimental garden. He crouched and studied the plants, frowning.
They didnt do well, Im afraid.
He lifted his brows at her. They grew.
I guess you could say that, she said glumly.
Straightening, he patted her cheek and grinned at her. You grew plants on Venus that were cultivated for Earth, nodia. Youre an amazing woman! Dont give up on me now. Well have to learn how to grow here. It isnt Earth and it isnt Sumptra.
Heartened by his praise and his confidence in her, Sybil went back to study the seeds and chose different plants to try. She managed to coax a double handful of undersized vegetables from her third experiment. Fortunately, the greenhouse garden fared much better. While it couldnt be said that it was a huge success, it did produce enough to supply the colonists with a few fresh vegetables at each meal.
The Sumpturians had a festival to celebrate their first harvest. Sybil enjoyed it-all of it except the part where Myune wallowed all over Anka trying to entice him to her bed. If she hadnt looked and felt like a beached whale by that time, Sybil wouldve had to be restrained from pulling her hair out.
As it was, all she could do was glare daggers at the bitch and sulk. She was slightly appeased when Anka returned to the table and sat down with her-but still miserable. Grandmother had told her in no uncertain terms no more fucking till after-just that bluntly. Worse, shed also informed Anka. He was allowed to come and stay a while, but not sleep with her and Grandmother made it clear that she was guarding the henhouse. If they got too quiet, she poked her head in the door.
It was enough to drive Anka into Myunes arms, she was sure.
She didnt know why Anka tolerated the tyrant!
So shed grown rather fond of the old woman! She still didnt appreciate being told when she could have sex, damn it! And she certainly didnt appreciate being told she couldnt!
Unfortunately, the damned doctor agreed with her.
When she finally broke down and cried about it, Grandmother scolded her. Fool! He no go anywhere.
But that bitch, Myune, is just waiting to pounce on him! I see the way she looks at him!
Grandmother sniffed. That one fool, too! Wasting time. Anka your man. He wait.
Sybil sniffed. You really think so?
I think you fool! No tease him! He horny enough!
Sybil glared at her. Well, Im horny, too, damn it!
You want him poking baby in head?
Sybil uttered a snorting laugh. No.
Baby no like neither! He come out to see what happen!
Sybil sobered. If Grandmother was worried about sex putting her into premature labor, she was right to scold. It wasnt as if she had much longer to wait anyway.