Chapter 6Ansonfollowed me as we trekked back to my office where my desk was asmessy as always. At times Astrid cleans it up and dusts. Dustdoesn’treally bother me unless there’s a mile-high pile of it coveringpapers. It gets to Astrid long before that. When it hits her redzone, she tells me to take any papers that are valuable and putthemin a safe place ‘Now!’. I generally say ‘yes, ma’am’, aphrase I use often in the marriage. But when you’ve slogged throughswamps, forests, dirt, mountaintops, even a dusty desk in atemperature-controlled environment looks and feels prettygood.
Itold Anson to sit down while I lit a cigar.
“Haveyou constructed a video of the solar system we’re heading to?” Iasked.
Henodded. “It’s sparse because it’s based on the littleinformation we have.”
“Canyou call i
