Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Later that morning, I managed to sober up enough to check our course. It was right on target. Amy had done well. She felt she was ready to try spacewalking again. I was not sure if I was, but I agreed. Spacesuits on, and out the airlock. For the next 30 minutes I went over how to repair the hull if it was damaged.
This time she did not get the giggles. I would find out once we were back inside the ship, she had read the manual on spacewalking and had understood what had happened to her. This time she had corrected for the problem. I was still just slightly hungover and lost my breakfast as soon as we got our helmets off. The image of a strong, capable captain I had tried to present to Amy was quickly becoming tarnished. I had to try to regain my stature in her ey
