"She might be contemplating some late twentieth-century natural disaster," he supposed.
Luana's glossy black hair slid over her shoulder as she bent for a better view of my face. "Or a plague." She straightened, laying her hand on Eran's shoulder.
He nodded. "Whatever it is, massive loss of life was involved."
My eyes ping-ponged from him to her and back. "What? No, I ... I ..."
"A war," Lu decided. "I bet that's what it was! One of those horrible old Earth wars she's always telling us about. You know, like the ... what was it? Oh, yes! The Second Worst War!"
Eran's lips twitched.
"World War," I corrected automatically, as my brain scrambled for purchase. How long have they been watching me?
"So that was it? You were thinking about something disagreeable," Eran said, when I didn't answer. He leaned back and crossed his arms. "You were the very picture of dejection and despair. Wasn't she, Lu?"
"Oh, yes. The very picture."
Dejection and despair? Yeah, that pretty much summed up my life for the past three weeks.
I had hoped the Club Deck would distract me, but, as they used to say on Earth, "Wherever you go, there you are," and there I was, living proof. Watching everybody else act like they didn't have a care in the world only made me feel worse. Ten minutes after I sat down, I had my elbows on the table and my face buried in my hands.
God. Who else had noticed?
Nice going, Kai! All you need now is the t-shirt. Red, with big black letters that say, "Quisling."
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