“If you’re sure —”
I struggled to my foot, using the cane. “I am. Quite sure. Thank you.” I called out, “Blitz? Pray see Mr. Trevisane out.”
Once the man had left, I collapsed into the chair, appalled.
Blitz came in. “Are you well?”
I stared up at him. Was this how all quadrant-men saw women? “I’m not certain of much anymore.”
Blitz knelt beside my chair. “Tell me what happened.”
I shook my head. “Are we even human to you?”
“I don’t understand what you mean.”
I leaned my face on my hands, the cane clattering to the floor. “It seems I don’t understand anything here.”
“What did he say?” Blitz hesitated. “Did he hurt you?”
I began to laugh. “No, well, not like that. I don’t think it’s anything a quadrant-man would even understand.”
Blitz picked up the cane, leaning it on the arm re
