A few days later, I get an expected visit from Rupert. I'm in Donald's study when Rupert looks in on me. "Ms. Anderson?"
"Rupert, you know you can call me Andrea, right?"
"I could," he answers, entering fully into the study. "But I won't."
"Really? Why not?"
"You are important, and I am not." He hands me a FlexScreen.
"What's this?" There's a bevvy of information on the screen.
"It's another holding you haven't yet seen."
"What? You've got to be kidding. I can't believe my father had so much...stuff." I don't say what I'm really thinking. That so much land and assets in the hands of a single man -- all this could have helped feed thousands back on Earth.
"This is the last, and the one that always slips my mind. It's little more than a folly. Donald -- I mean, your father, was not o
