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. So I don't know. I don't
care to inquire.
Ingrid kissed us all good-bye, made us promise to come back. It seemed
unlikely. But a good idea.
Gretchen asked questions the whole trip and never seemed to watch where she
was driving. She was a dimpled, pigtailed blonde, a few centimeters taller than
her mother but still padded with baby fat. She was much impressed by our
travels. She herself had been to Hong Kong Luna twice and once all the way to
Novylen where people talked funny. But next year, when she would be going on
fourteen, she was going to go to Luna City and look over the studs there-and
maybe bring home a husband. "Mama doesn't want me to have babies by anyone at
Dry Bones, or even Lucky Dragon. She says it's a duty I owe my children to go
out and fetch in some fresh genes. Do you know about that? Fresh genes, I mean."
Gwen assured her that we did know and that she agreed with Ingrid:
Outbreeding was a sound and necessary policy. I made no comment but agreed; a
hundred and fifty people are not enough for a healthy gene pool.
"That's how Mama got Papa; she went looking for him. Papa was born in
Arizona; that's a part of Sweden back groundhog side. He came to Luna with a
subcontractor for the Picardy Transmutation Plant and Mama got him at a masked
mixer and gave him our family name when she was sure-about Wolf, I mean-and took
him back to Dry Bones and set him up in business
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