Chapter 19There were four of us on the roof when the flitter came down. I would have liked to have had more people but thought that it would look too suspicious. The others were inside. It's hard to know what is going to happen. As far as my research has gone, there aren't any species out there with genes that allow them to tell the future.
The flitter was a standard model. Blue, sleek, wasp-shaped. It rotated as it descended to align with the landing slot. Subha and I were on one side of the roof-top garden, supposedly admiring the view of the city. Muriel and another acolyte, Tayte, were sitting at a small table on the other side of the garden, enjoying a light breakfast. Their girlish laughter floated across the rooftop as the flitter came down. I watched it without turning around. Sub
