Tuesday, 09:30 tines
Sara was sitting up, dressed and speaking to a fem when they arrived. Michael was on the floor with Chou, playing with a Sarran toy. It was like Sarran pinball, but you moved the balls with your mind.
They heard the tail end of the conversation.
“…believe everything they tell you, because it’s true.”
“Good dawntine PaSul. You must stay in bed and rest. There is a reception Friday night for the Security Council and we don’t want you to tire yourself.”
The doors whooshed open and the senator joined them, kissing Sara and Michael good morning.
“Senator, I’m sure you have a busy day. There is something in our brig that you must take care of before evening,” Mark told Sam.
The senator asked, “Does Bradley fall under the blanket bill of annulment? I have to be sure. H
