Home. I’m going home.
“Excuse me . . . Sorry . . .” Benedicta Rojas elbowed through the crowd in the mess hall and sat down to eat her final dinner in the Base. Home.
Across the table Gus returned the smiles people gave her, although she blinked away tears.
The two women lifting for Earth and the four staff newly arrived on Mars had the table of honor, and the rest of the staff crowded in.
The newbie sitting next to Benedicta said, “Bennie, what do you want to do most when you get to Earth?”
BULL SPEC, Spring 2013