“Did not；” I muttered。
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“Altruism seems to e more naturally to it than lies；” Jared noted。
“Are youtrying to be annoying？” I demanded。 My patience was not waning； but entirely gone。 How
long had it been since I’d slept？ The only thing that ached worse than my leg was my head。 Every breath
hurt my side。 I realized； with some surprise； that I was in a truly bad mood。 “Because if you are； then be
assured； you have succeeded。”
Jared and Wes looked at me with shocked eyes。 I was sure that if I could see the others； their
expressions would match。 Maybe not Jeb’s。 He was the master of the poker face。
“Iam female；” I plained。 “That ‘it’ business is really getting on my nerves。”
Jared blinked in surprise。 Then his face settled back into harder lines。 “Because of the body you wear？”
Wes glared at him。
“Because ofme； ” I hissed。
“By whose definition？”
“How about by yours？ In my species； I am the one that bears young。 Is that not female enough for you？”
That stopped him short。 I felt almost smug。
As you should；Melanie approved。He’s wrong； and he’s being a pig about it。
Thank you。
We girls have to stick together。
“That’s a story you’ve never told us；” Wes murmured； while Jared struggled for a rebuttal。 “How does
that work？”
Wes’s olive…toned face darkened； as if he’d just realized he had spoken the words out loud。 “I mean； I
guess you don’t have to answer that； if I’m being rude。”
I laughed。 My mood was swinging around wildly； out of control。 Slaphappy； like Mel had said。 “No；
you’re not asking anything… inappropriate。 We don’t have such a plicated… elaborate setup as
your species。” I laughed again； and then felt warmth in my face。 I remembered only too clearly how
elaborate it could be。
Get your mind out of the gutter。
It’s your mind；I reminded her。
“Then… ？” Wes asked。
I sighed。 “There are only a few of us who are… Mothers。 Not Mothers。 That’s what they call us； but it’s
just the potential to be one…” I was sober again； thinking of it。 There were no Mothers； no surviving
“You have thatpotential？ ” Jared asked stiffly。
I knew the others were listening。 Even Doc had paused in the act of putting his ear to Kyle’s chest。
I didn’t answer his question。 “We’re… a little like your hives of bees； or your ants。 Many； many sexless
members of the family； and then the queen…”
“Queen？” Wes repeated； looking at me with a strange expression。
“Not like that。 But there is only one Mother for every five； ten thousand of my kind。 Sometimes less。
There’s no hard…and…fast rule。”
“How many drones？” Wes wondered。
“Oh； no—there aren’t drones。 No； I told you； it’s simpler than that。”
They waited for me to explain。 I swallowed。 I shouldn’t have brought this up。 I didn’t want to talk about
it anymore。 Was it really such a big thing to have Jared call me “it”？
They still waited。 I frowned； but then I spoke。 I’d started this。 “The Mothers… divide。 Every… cell； I
guess you could call it； though our structure isn’t the same as yours； bees a new soul。 Each new soul
has a little of the Mother’s memory； a piece of her that remains。”
“How many cells？” Doc asked； curious。 “How many young？”
I shrugged。 “A million or so。”
The eyes that I could see widened； looked a little wilder。 I tried not to feel hurt when Wes cringed away
from me。
Doc whistled under his breath。 He was the only one who was still interested in continuing。 Aaron and
Andy had wary； disturbed expressions on their faces。 They’d never heard me teach before。 Never heard
me speak so much。
“When does that happen？ Is there a catalyst？” Doc asked。
“It’s a choice。 A voluntary choice；” I told him。 “It’s the only way we ever willingly choose to die。 A
trade； for a new generation。”
“You could choose now； to divide all your cells； just like that？”
“Not quite just like that； but yes。”
“Is it plicated？”
“The decision is。 The process is… painful。”
“Painful？”
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Men。Mel snorted。
“Excruciating；” I told him。 “We all remember how it was for our Mothers。”
Doc was stroking his chin； entranced。 “I wonder what the evolutionary track would be… to produce a
hive society with suiciding queens。…” He was lost on another plane of thought。
“Altruism；” Wes murmured。
“Hmm；” Doc said。 “Yes； that。”
I closed my eyes； wishing my mouth had stayed closed。 I felt dizzy。 Was I just tired or was it my head
wound？
“Oh；” Doc muttered。 “You’ve slept even less than I have； haven’t you； Wanda？ We should let you get
some rest。”
“’M fine；” I mumbled； but I didn’t open my eyes。
“That’s just great；” someone said under his breath。 “We’ve got a bloodyqueen mother alien living with
us。 She could blow into a million new buggers at any moment。”
“Shh。”
“They couldn’t hurt you；” I told whoever it was； not opening my eyes。 “Without host bodies； they would
die quickly。” I winced； imagining the unimaginable grief。 A million tiny； helpless souls； tiny silver babies；
withering…
No one answered me； but I could feel their relief in the air。
I was so tired。 I didn’t care that Kyle was three feet from me。 I didn’t care that two of the men in the
room would side with Kyle if he came around。 I didn’t care about anything but sleep。
Of course； that was when Walter woke up。
“Uuuh；” he groaned； just a whisper。 “Gladdie？”
With a groan of my own； I rolled toward him。 The pain in my leg made me wince； but I couldn’t twist my
torso。 I reached out to him； found his hand。
“Here；” I whispered。
“Ahh；” Walter sighed in relief。
Doc hushed the men who began to protest。 “Wanda’s given up sleep and peace to help him through the
pain。 Her hands are bruised from holding his。 What have you done for him？”
Walter groaned again。 The sound began low and guttural but turned quickly to a high…pitched whimper。
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“All of us？”
“Get out；” Jeb translated。
The only answer was a shuffling of feet as they left。
“Wanda；” Doc whispered； close beside my ear。 “He’s in pain。 I can’t let him e all the way around。”
I tried to breathe evenly。 “It’s better if he doesn’t know me。 It’s better if he thinks Gladdie is here。”
I pulled my eyes open。 Jeb was beside Walter； whose face still looked as if he slept。
“Bye； Walt；” Jeb said。 “See you on the other side。”
He stepped back。
“You’re a good man。 You’ll be missed；” Jared murmured。
Doc was fumbling in the package of morphine again。 The paper crackled。
“Gladdie？” Walt sobbed。 “It hurts。”
“Shhh。 It won’t hurt much longer。 Doc will make it stop。”
“Gladdie？”
“Yes？”
“I love you； Gladdie。 I’ve loved you my whole life long。”
“I know； Walter。 I—I love you； too。 You know how I love you。”
Walter sighed。
I closed my eyes when Doc leaned over Walter with the syringe。
“Sleep well； friend；” Doc murmured。
Walter’s fingers relaxed； loosened。 I held on to them—I was the one clinging now。
The minutes passed； and all was quiet except my breathing。 It was hitching and breaking； tending toward
quiet sobs。
Someone patted my shoulder。 “He’s gone； Wanda；” Doc said； his voice thick。 “He’s out of pain。”
He pulled my hand free and rolled me carefully out of my awkward position into one that was less
agonizing。 But only slightly so。 Now that I knew Walter wouldn’t be disturbed； the sobs were not so
quiet。 I clutched at my side； where it throbbed。
eyes； but I couldn’t do it。
Something stung my arm。 I didn’t remember having hurt my arm。 And in such a strange place； just inside
my elbow…
Morphine；Melanie whispered。
We were already drifting now。 I tried to be alarmed； but I couldn’t be。 I was too far gone。
No one said goodbye；I thought dully。 I couldn’t expect Jared… but Jeb… Doc… Ian wasn’t here…
No one’s dying；she promised me。Just sleeping this time…
When I woke； the ceiling above me was dim； starlit。 Nighttime。 There were so many stars。 I wondered
where I was。 There were no black obstructions； no pieces of ceiling in my view。 Just stars and stars and
stars…
Wind fanned my face。 It smelled like… dust and… something I couldn’t put my finger on。 An absence。
The musty smell was gone。 No sulfur； and it was so dry。
“Wanda？” someone whispered； touching my good cheek。
My eyes found Ian’s face； white in the starlight； leaning over me。 His hand on my skin was cooler than
the breeze； but the air was so dry it wasn’t unfortable。 Where was I？
“Wanda？ Are you awake？ They won’t wait any longer。”
I whispered because he did。 “What？”
“They’re starting already。 I knew you would want to be here。”
“She in’ around？” Jeb’s voice asked。
“What’s starting？” I asked。
“Walter’s funeral。”
I tried to sit up； but my body was all rubbery。 Ian’s hand moved to my forehead； holding me down。
I twisted my head under his hand； trying to see…
I was outside。
Outside。
On my left； a rough； tumbled pile of boulders formed a miniature mountain； plete with scrubby
brush。 On my right； the desert plain stretched away from me； disappearing in the darkness。 I looked
down past my feet； and I could see the huddle of humans； ill at ease in the open air。 I knew just how they
felt。 Exposed。
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“Easy there；” he said。 “Don’t try to stand。”
“Help me；” I pleaded。
“Wanda？”
I heard Jamie’s voice； and then I saw him； his hair bobbing as he ran to where I was lying。
My fingertips traced the edges of the mat beneath me。 How did I get here； sleeping under the stars？
“They didn’t wait；” Jamie said to Ian。 “It will be over soon。”
“Help me up；” I said。
Jamie reached for my hand； but Ian shook his head。 “I got her。”
Ian slid his arms under me； very careful to avoid the worst of the sore spots。 He pulled me up off the
ground； and my head spun like a ship about to capsize。 I groaned。
“What did Doc do to me？”
“He gave you a little of the leftover morphine； so that he could check you out without hurting you。 You
needed sleep anyway。”
I frowned； disapproving。 “Won’t someone else need the medicine more？”
“Shh；” he said； and I could hear a low voice in the distance。 I turned my head。
I could see the group of humans again。 They stood at the mouth of a low； dark； open space carved out
by the wind under the unstable…looking pile of boulders。 They stood in a ragged line； facing the shadowed
grotto。
I recognized Trudy’s voice。
“Walter always saw the bright side of things。 He could see the bright side of a black hole。 I’ll miss that。”
I saw a figure step forward； saw the gray…and…black braid swing as she moved； and watched Trudy toss
a handful of something into the darkness。 Sand scattered from her fingers； falling to the ground with a fai