“I wish to drum you, that’s what I wish. Come over here!”
Dru hesitated. “I cannot.”
“Why in Space not? I pay your drumming salary, don’t I?”
“It is my period. You know how I feel about—”
Bred rolled over onto his stomach and slammed a fist into the pillow. “Damn! Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn! Nothing is going right.” His body resumed shuddering and sobbing.
Dru moved quietly over and sat down beside him. Her arms went around his shoulders. “What is the matter?”
“None of your business,” Bred managed to say.
“Yes, it is my business,” Dru said firmly. “I have sung my Song of Love for you, and that makes it my business.”
Her tone was gentle and soothing on Bred’s raw ego. His sobs stopped, and he rolled over again and looked up at her. “I’ve just given half my life away,” he said mise
