The woman looked a little out of sorts, but she didn’t budge.
“My name is Sying, Sying Willard.”
“The Slow King is your husband?”
The woman blushed and nodded, her eyes studying the carpet.
“You are very beautiful. He told me. I had to come and see.”
“Well, you’ve seen it now. And if he told you, then he’s mine.”
Sying nodded again, her eyes now fixed on something outside, far away.
“I know. But you know that he’s never really anyone’s for very long.”
“I don’t know. And I don’t care. Are you in on what he’s up to?”
“My husband is trying to save the world. He is willing to sacrifice everything…. Even me.”
“Why didn’t you go to the space station with your daughter?”
Sying shook her head, “Emilie is his daughter, not mine. She wasn’t keen I go. Evil stepmom. That’s what she thinks.
