office at your disposal.” He gave Saba a plastic card. “We have copiers, a deaf-room, workrooms, taping rooms, guaranteed phones—” He led them out of the vertical and across a short corridor. “There are two other suites on this floor, but they open on the other side of the stack.” He opened the door before them with a little flourish. “I’m sure your privacy will be undisturbed.”
Paula went into the room beyond. The air smelled of freshener. The Styths poured noisily after her. David gave a sleepy wail. The big room was shaped like a half-moon, decorated all in black and white and clear acrylic. The mirror over the couch was curved to fit the wall. The men around her were reflected all along the wall, made taller and denser by the concave mirror. She went across to a door and opened it.
In the room beyond the lights came up very bright. There were two twin beds against the far wall of the room. She went back to the half-moon sitting room and opened the next door. This was a narrow kitchen. The tap leaked. She tried the third door off the sitting room and found the master bedroom.
Three hanging lamps like lanterns shone on when she crossed the threshold. The wide bed was covered in a tufted spread. She kicked her shoes off. The mirrors on two of the walls made the room seem even bigger than it was. A buzz sounded behind her. She pulled out a drawer in the wall and found a videone.
A pale face mouthed at her from the screen. She turned the volume up.
“—Messages here for you, if you’d like me to send them down.”
“Messages. From who?”
Tanuojin crowded her out of the way. “What’s this?”
She wandered off across the room. The light drenched her, the warmth, the richness of the carpet under her feet, the softness, as if the dark cold of Styth had dried her to a husk. David came in, yawning.
“Mama, I’m hungry.”
She looked through a side door into a dark bathroom. There were already footprints on the thick pale carpet. Her son pulled on her skirt.
“Mama!”
Tanuojin crossed the room toward her. “Who is Sybil Jefferson?” His face was bland.
Paula grunted at him. “You know damned well. Did she call? I wonder what she’s doing here.”
Saba walked in the doorway from the sitting room. His shirt was stained dark with sweat. “I’m hungry. Get us something to eat. And make them turn the heat down.”
Paula went over to the videone. When she pushed the top button, the screen lit up, off-white. She said into the phone, “Room service.”
“Yes. That is number 833. I’ll connect you.” The screen switched to an advertisement for hairsuds.
Sril was standing just behind her. “Mendoz’. Do they have women here?”
“You mean like the Nineveh? No.”
He made a face. The advertisement cut away to a rolling menu: roast beef, red pork, pilaf and mikambu and salmon mousse. She ordered it all.
“And a couple of gallons of chocolate ice cream.” The kitchen clerk was typing the whole order onto a computer terminal. “And a case of champagne.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the clerk said. “Real ice cream?”
“Yes. Where can he get laid?”
The clerk’s fingers never broke rhythm. “MH-111-1-15-77-3. Ask for Elsie.” He rolled the bill out of the machine. “Six roast beef, six ham, six—”
“Don’t read it, send it. Room 1017. Thank you.” She called the front desk and had them turn the air conditioning down to 50 degrees.
Saba and Tanuojin stood at the foot of the bed talking. David was asleep again on the floor. She dragged him out of the way of the men. Sril went out, repeating rapid-fire the address the kitchen clerk had given him. She hoped Elsie was cosmopolitan. She went up beside Saba.
“What about Sybil Jefferson?”
Saba glanced at her. He turned to Tanuojin, his chin thrust out. “See if you can raise the ship.”
“Tell her,” Tanuojin said. “What are you trying to do, Saba—you know if she takes to it she can escape. Do you want her to fly out when we’re in this up to the hairline?”
“Go raise
“You know so much about women, big man, I know more about her than you ever will.” Tanuojin headed for the door. In passing he knocked a hanging lamp swinging.
Saba turned on her. “What did he mean by that?”
“How would I know? He’s your friend.”
He charged out toward the sitting room. She followed, shutting the door so they would not wake David if they fought. In the black and white room, the rest of the crew was scattered around. Tanuojin tramped through them to the bedroom on the end and disappeared. Saba kicked at the baggage piled in the middle of the floor.
“Stow this. Bakan. Call the ship.”
Bakan passed Paula into the bedroom. Sril said, “Akellar, we were hoping we could get a leave.” The other men watched him hopefully. There was a knock on the door.
“Room service.”
In the next room, David cried, tearful, “Mama?” She went to answer him. His face was bleary with sleep. He held out his hands to her.
“Mama, I want to go home.”
“I know, David. I have a surprise for you.”
“I’m hungry.” Holding her hand, he went into the front room.
Three shining white hot-carts stood just inside the door. Styths ringed them. A lid clanged to the floor. She smelled the meat and her mouth sprang with water. Saba was in the doorway paying the waiters. Tanuojin came out of the far room and cursed his way through the thick of the other men. Paula crowded in between Sril and Marus. Someone stepped on her foot. She got a spoon, stooped, and reached between legs for a drum of ice cream.
David stood by the couch, rubbing his eyes. Grouchy, he looked around him. “I want to go
“I know.” She sat him down on the couch and fed him a spoonful of chocolate ice cream.
He mouthed it, his face still caught in its fret, and swallowed. His eyes widened. He opened his mouth, and she gave him another bite. At the expression on his face she burst out laughing.
“Here.” She put the spoon into his hand. “Don’t make yourself sick.”
He hacked at the ice cream with the spoon. She stood up. The Styths were scattered around the room eating. She found a plate on the bottom shelf of a cart and forked up the last slice of beef. Saba came over beside her, flipped back another lid, and reached into a fruit salad.
They stood side by side, eating. One bin was half-full of succotash. He ate the beans and she ate the corn. After a while, he said, “Sybil Jefferson is at the Interplanetary Hotel.”
“Akellar.” Sril came around the carts, facing him, and stood at respect. “We’d really like a leave.”
“Just a second.” Saba raised his head, looking around at his crew. “You stay out of trouble. You remember that gate we came through, on the trudgeway? They have those all over this place. They can tell where you are within a five-hundred-yard radius, anywhere.” He ate fruit. “Go on.”
“Thank you, Akellar.” The room emptied of them. The door shut.
Saba was chewing something. “Pine—” he frowned, trying to remember. “Pinefruit?”
“Pineapple.”
“Pineapple.” He speared cubes of the yellow fruit on his claws.
Bakan put his head out the bedroom door. “Akellar, Kobboz has to talk to you.”
Saba went into the bedroom. Paula stuffed a leaf of crisp lettuce into her mouth, ate a radish, and looked in the small bins for dressing. Tanuojin stood next to her.
“I wish he’d take the cork out of his ass.”
Paula swallowed a dripping artichoke heart, slippery as a raw egg. “That was a sharp remark you made, before.”
“Yes. But true.” He chucked her under the chin and went off to his room.
When she had stuffed herself full, Saba was in the shower. She took off David’s chocolate-covered clothes
