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. They were both of the extremely
opposite sex and just being around them was fun.
By twenty-two we were settled down for the night, Gretchen at the end wall,
Gwen beside her, then me, then Bill. At one-sixth gee a rock shelf is softer
than a foam mattress in Iowa. I went to sleep quickly.
Sometime later-an hour? two hours?-I came awake because a warm body cuddled
against me. I murmured, "Now, hon' Then I came a bit wider awake. "Gwen?"
"It's me, Mr. Richard. Would you really want to see my bottom turn all
pink? And hear me cry?"
I whispered tensely, "Honey, get back over by the wall."
"Please."
"No, dear."
"Gretchen," Gwen said softly, "get back where you belong, dear... before
you wake others. Here, I'll help you roll over me." And she did, and took the
woman-child in her arms and talked to her. They stayed that way and (I think)
went to sleep.
It took me quite a while to get back to sleep.
XII
"We are too proud to Fight."
WOODROW WILSON 1856-1924
Violence never settles anything."
GENGHISKHAN 1162-1227
'The mice voted to bell the cat."
AESOP c. 620-c. 560 B.C.
Kissing good-bye while wearing pressure suits is depress-ingly antiseptic.
So I think and I am sure Gretchen thought so, too. But that is the way it worked
out.
Last night Gwen had saved me from "a fate worse than death" and for that I
was grateful
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