6
WE MET IN THE KITCHEN, a gathering of solemn faces.
For those who hadn’t seen it the first time because the office was too small to fit everyone, I replayed Margarethe’s speech. Ayshada sat on Nicha’s lap, babbling through it, despite Nicha’s efforts to shut him up. His was the only cheerful voice in the room.
At his age, he didn’t understand. I doubted Deyu and Reida understood either. In the past two years since joining my association, they had come to know gamra as a vitally important, peaceful organisation. Why would any society not want to join that?
I’d explained the politics, but discussing Earth politics with a Coldi person from Asto was like trying to explain a telephone to someone with telepathic abilities: they didn’t see the need for things like political parties or campa
