I went home. There wasn't much else I could do. Mom joined me a few minutes later, sitting at the table with me over a cup of coffee. For a brief moment I wondered where Shenka was, knew I should fill her in on everything, but I was too heartsick and tired to do much more than talk with my mother.
"What are we going to do about Quaid?" I really didn't want to have this discussion but it was important.
Mom shrugged, a bit of her residual anger showing. "There's not much we can do." She sighed it out, toying with her spoon. It made musical clinking sounds against the side of her mug. "He's made his choice. I just wish he'd let me know so I could have found a replacement." Her eyes met mine. "He didn't tell you? Not even a hint?"
I snorted. "Claimed he thought I'd tell him to be a good bab
