1979
.
Wher
e
ar
e
yo
u
an
d
wha
t
d
o
yo
u
see?"
"
I
a
m
o
n
th
e
PLANE
T
TERSIPIO
N
i
n
wha
t
yo
u
woul
d
cal
l
th
e
CONSTELLATIO
N
TAURUS
.
I
se
e
orang
e
an
d
gree
n
everywhere
.
It'
s
quit
e
remarkable
.
Th
e
flor
a
o
n
thi
s
WORL
D
ar
e
not
chlorophyll-base
d
a
s
the
y
ar
e
o
n
EART
H
an
d
K-PAX
.
Instead
,
ligh
t
i
s
gathere
d
b
y
a
pigmen
t
simila
r
to
tha
t
o
f
you
r
re
d
algae
.
Th
e
sk
y
i
s
gree
n
becaus
e
o
f
th
e
chlorin
e
i
n
th
e
atmosphere
.
Ther
e
ar
e
al
l
kind
s
of interestin
g
beings
,
mos
t
o
f
who
m
yo
u
woul
d
characteriz
e
a
s
insects
.
Som
e
ar
e
bigge
r
tha
n
your
dinosaurs
.
Al
l
o
f
the
m
ar
e
quit
e
slow-moving
,
fortunately
,
bu
t
yo
u
hav
e
to-"
"Excus
e
me
,
prot
.
I
woul
d
lov
e
t
o
hea
r
abou
t
thi
s
planet
,
an
d
al
l
th
e
othe
r
place
s
yo
u
hav
e
visited
,
but
righ
t
no
w
I
woul
d
prefe
r
t
o
concentrat
e
o
n
you
r
passage
s
t
o
Earth."
"Anythin
g
yo
u
say
.
Bu
t
yo
u
aske
d
m
e
wher
e
I
wa
s
an
d
wha
t
I
wa
s
doin
g
o
n
christma
s
o
f
1979."
"Ye
s
I
did
,
bu
t
onl
y
a
s
a
poin
t
o
f
reference
.
Wha
t
I'
d
lik
e
t
o
as
k
yo
u
t
o
d
o
no
w
i
s
t
o
com
e
forwar
d
in
tim
e
t
o
you
r
nex
t
visi
t
t
o
Earth
.
Ca
n
yo
u
d
o
that?"
"O
f
course
.
Um
,
let'
s
see
.
January
?
No
,
I
wa
s
stil
l
o
n
TERSIPION
.
February
?
No
.
I
wa
s
bac
k
on
K-PA
X
then
,
learnin
g
t
o
pla
y
th
e
patuse
,
thoug
h
I'l
l
neve
r
b
e
an
y
goo
d
a
t
it
.
I
t
mus
t
hav
e
bee
n
i
n
march.
Yes
,
i
t
wa
s
march
,
tha
t
delightfu
l
tim
e
i
n
you
r
norther
n
hemispher
e
whe
n
th
e
ic
e
o
n
th
e
stream
s
i
s
melting
an
d
th
e
mayapple
s
an
d
crocuse
s
ar
e
comin
g
up."
"Thi
s
i
s
Marc
h
1980?"
"Precisely."
"An
d
h
e
calle
d
you?"
"Well
,
no
t
fo
r
anythin
g
i
n
particular
.
H
e
jus
t
want
s
someon
e
t
o
tal
k
thing
s
ove
r
wit
h
no
w
an
d
then."
"Tel
l
m
e
abou
t
him
.
What'
s
h
e
like
?
I
s
h
e
married?"
"Yes
,
he'
s
marrie
d
t
o
a
gir
l
h
e
kne
w
in-oh
,
I
tol
d
yo
u
abou
t
tha
t
already
,
didn'
t
I?
"Th
e
Catholi
c
gir
l
wh
o
wa
s
pregnan
t
whe
n
the
y
wer
e
senior
s
i
n
hig
h
school?"
"Wha
t
a
memory
!
She'
s
stil
l
a
catholic
,
bu
t
n
o
longe
r
pregnant
.
Tha
t
wa
s
fiv
e
an
d
a
hal
f
year
s
ago."
"I'v
e
forgotte
n
he
r
name."
"
I
neve
r
tol
d
yo
u
he
r
name."
"Ca
n
yo
u
tel
l
m
e
now?"
Afte
r
a
length
y
hesitation
,
durin
g
whic
h
h
e
seeme
d
t
o
stud
y
m
y
haircu
t
(o
r
th
e
nee
d
thereof
)
h
e
said,
quietly
,
"sarah."
Barel
y
concealin
g
m
y
elation
:
"Di
d
the
y
hav
e
a
so
n
o
r
a
daughter?"
"Yes."
"
I
mea
n
which?"
"Yo
u
shoul
d
d
o
somethin
g
abou
t
tha
t
sens
e
o
f
humor
,
docto
r
brewer
.
A
daughter."
"S
o
she'
s
abou
t
five?"
"He
r
birthda
y
i
s
nex
t
week."
"An
y
othe
r
children?"
"No
.
Sara
h
develope
d
endometriosi
s
an
d
the
y
gav
e
he
r
a
hysterectomy
.
Stupid."
"Becaus
e
sh
e
wa
s
s
o
young?"
"No
.
Becaus
e
ther
e
i
s
a
simpl
e
treatmen
t
fo
r
i
t
tha
t
you
r
medica
l
peopl
e
shoul
d
hav
e
figure
d
ou
t
long
ago."