Chapter 12Do you want to know who you are? Don’t ask. Act!
Action will delineate and define you.
―Thomas Jefferson
Bron knocked on the door and opened it slightly. “May we join you?”
“You know you’re welcome here anytime you chose. We left the conference room because it’s more comfortable for us to feed the bebes here.” Syn opened the flap of the nursing blouse she fabricated from a design in the fem archives.
“How could we have missed Hilnut and the others?” Bron was disgusted.
“I didn’t like him from the moment I met him. If Garlance and Emot hadn’t been with Naffie and Michael, I wouldn’t have permitted them to go to the kitchen with him the first evening we were here. I should have said something,” Sam said, obviously angry at himself.
“What made you wary?” Tarin asked his bonde
