Chapter Eleven
“Come on, Wilder,” said Ben, “it’ll be fun.”
He was standing in the open doorway of their care center. Neither of the carers were at their stations. Both of the men had girlfriends who were going planetside and they’d gone to say goodbye to them, probably along with some yucky smooching. The men weren’t doing anything wrong. The care center was for children aged ten and over, who were judged to be old enough to be able to look after themselves for short periods of time. Sometimes that trust worked out, sometimes it didn’t.
“I don’t know,” Wilder replied. “What if Ras or Harry come back and check the dorm? We’ll get in heaps of trouble.” She was no stranger to getting into trouble, but she knew the limits. Sneaking aboard a shuttle to go planetside would be crossing them.
