MEREDITH TOOK CHERRY out onto the wide balcony that led off from the functions room. No function was being held at the residence at that moment, but Cherry could imagine the music, dancing, free-flowing drinks and stacks of food. Meredith held regular formal parties, as a way of smoothing strained relationships between important figures in Concordian society.
Meredith had often invited Cherry, but even the idea of a social event like that set her on edge. It wasn’t the kind of thing Ethan would have done. The colony had changed a lot.
“Take a seat,” Meredith said, indicating a table next to the ornamental wall that ran around the balcony’s edge.
The breeze from the ocean was stiff but Cherry enjoyed the feeling of cleanliness it gave her. Spending time with the Guardian-like being had m
