Chapter 7
They’d been on Nibiru for a month, and everyone had more or less settled in to life on “the planet of the crossing.”
“Still not happy with your quarters, Dr. Bradley?” Colonel Berger asked while they shared a table in the room that had been designated the mess hall.
“You must think I’m being such a woman about this.” She’d find one, think it suited her, then discover in a day or two or three that there was something lacking about it. Fortunately, there was so much room in Eden that no one was inconvenienced by her vacillation.
“Not at all,” he assured her. “I’m still looking for quarters that speak to me.”
“Are we being ridiculous to be so picky?”
“No. I don’t think so,” he corrected.
Just then Dr. Tremayne placed his tray and a cup of coffee on the table. “Mind if I join
