The door creaks open and Shari walks in. Her eyes blaze on seeing us together. "Hey, what are you doing?" She yells at Matt. "Sit down." Joe comes out from behind her and escorts Matt towards his seat.
"Get back to work," Shari tosses a plate of food onto the floor between us. It's a mixture of meat and lumpy brown sauce with two buns accompanying it. I look at the metal plate. It's a blue tin speckled with white. There was a time, back on Earth, when I would have done just about anything to get a plate of food so decadent. But I'm unaccustomed to it now that I have fresh fruit, now that I have caviar if I want it. My jaw clenches at the sight of the food.
"Or what?" I ask Shari's retreating back.
She slowly turns back to face me. "I think you know what. Your husband is out there worryi
