“Look, I"m not suggesting you empty the bank accounts of every last lonely widow on Tantalus,” Kate was saying. “All I"m saying is we need money. We haven"t got a galacti to our name, and unless you want to sell your pleasures to that same lonely widow, I don"t know how we"re going to earn any.”
They badly needed money, and not just a little. Fred winced, thinking this was their first major difference of opinion. After three days aboard the tug they"d purloined from the garbage scow and two unsuccessful attempts to offload it, they were growing desperate. Their rations were beginning to thin, and so were their relations. Fred knew she was right.
The water tank had run dry the first day, and they hadn"t discovered until afterward that the battered tug didn"t have a recycler. All wastewate
