I thought of every way to save Hal from the Lydna Project and failed ... but the women didn't!
Those hellions really did a job. Let's see--this is the end of Month Two. We'd have to get away around Month Eight at the latest and the baby would be born--when exactly, Bet?"
"Early in Month Twelve. We could all be back here again by the first of next year, or even by the end of Month Thirteen."
"Well, I have enough accumulated leave for that and I guess you have too, Lucy; neither of us has taken more than two or three weeks for years. But what about you, Bet? You've been working less than a year."
"I can borrow it. Our director is crazy about travel and she'll be all for it when I tell her I have a chance to go to Mars for a long visit. Besides, she knows about Hal and me--I mean the way we are about each other--and she'll understand that I'd want to get away for a while now."
Asher, my editor-in-chief, would feel the same way, I thought, and so would Lucy's boss.
"I knew you'd find a way," remarked my wife complacently.
I looked at the telechron.
A good short story about a couple whose "lucky" only son is selected and shipped out to a distant planet, never to return. Good writing and characterizations. Worth reading.