Jesús KeeferWhen the alarms went off, Keefer was in the Lowell Base greenhouse dome, showing it off to Dmitri Pchanskii.
They stood next to each other, a trim, dark-haired man and a bearlike dva, listening to bright-eyed and self-assured Tam Smith describe the efforts of her agricultural section. Tam gave her lecture with the bubbling enthusiasm of a new arrival on Mars, someone who had not yet been jaded by the tedium of how slowly changes were wrought on a planetary scale. Keefer watched how she smiled, how her hands fluttered in birdlike movements, how she frequently looked back at the growing plants, as if they were all that mattered.
Keefer cracked his knuckles and wished he could see that kind of enthusiasm on Allan’s face, at least some of the time. Perhaps he should stop expectin
