“What's that," Lucy Fergus lifted her hand to shield her eyes from the sun. Vesta took hold of her brother's arm as the jets came closer.
Brille's face paled, “Vesta…"
“Let's go home, come on. Mom, Dad, those don't look like space ships carrying supplies."
Vesta's dad looked skeptically at the horizon and then at his daughter, “Oh, okay Vesta. If it would make you feel better, we will go home now."
The jets were set down on the flat area on the other side of the market. Vesta hurriedly ushered her family behind the closest refugee house.
“Do you think it's the commander?" Tanner asked hopefully. Vesta's brother and Rolet had become fast friends, and Vesta knew she wasn't the only one who missed Condra Tae's crew.
“Quiet, please!" Vesta urged her family farther behind the house.
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