Chapter Seventeen – Dry as Dust
“OOOPS,” SAID A FEMALE dandrobian, who was looking sideways at Carrie. Her hand over her mouth, she giggled.
“I hardly think this is a laughing matter, darling,” said another. “I didn’t like the sound of that threat that they were going to take matters into their own hands.”
“Hmm...” The female put a finger to her lips. “I think you’re right. Is there something we should do?” She addressed this last comment to Carrie.
Her head in her hands, the Transgalactic Council Officer looked up blearily. “I—I’m not sure.” She closed her eyes and mentally cursed her incompetence. How could she have been so stupid? Seduced by the beautiful environment, bored by the endless debate and discussion, she had forgotten her role as a neutral mediator. She tried to think of
