Admiral of the Fleet. I'm talking with my daughter, whom I hope will make me a grandmother someday."
"You're already a grandmother twice over. And when Andy and Jimmy finally find the right girl, you'll no doubt be a grandmother again— perhaps many more times."
"And what about my three daughters? Is there no hope for children? Or are all of you just so fixated with a life in space that you have no time for romance?"
"Don't be too quick to judge Christa and Eliza with the same yardstick you use with me. They've seen how dedication to duty above all else can harm chances for romance. Which is not to say they won't wind up in the same situation I'm in."
"Which is what, exactly?"
"Being in love with someone you can only see once every twelve years."
"Has it been that long?"
"Twelve and half years, actually."
"I think you need to find a new man. Preferably one that's located in the same region of space."
"Oh, Mama, you know you can't dictate to your heart. It dictates to you."
"You can't dictate to your heart, but you can narrow its selection to viable candidates."
"It's not Hugh's fault anymore than it is mine. He has no more control over where Space Command posts him than any of us. We go where assigned. Just have faith that it will happen when it happens, Mama." Looking to change the subject, Jenetta asked, "Are we dressing for dinner tonight?"
"I thought it would be nice. I asked the butler to serve in the smaller of the guest dining rooms tonight rather than the family dining room."
"Are we expecting company?"
"No, it will just be the six of us."
"Then I'd better get going. I have to feed Cayla, Tayna, and Thor first."
Reaching out and pulling her daughter to her for a tight embrace, her mother said, "It's so nice to have my baby home for a visit."
"I'm happy to be here too, Mama. It's wonderful to be with my family again." As they separated, Jenetta turned towards the Jumakas and said, " Okay, kitties , it's meal time."
The three Jumakas jumped up and raced to her sides as she turned and left the room.
As she expected, a palace housekeeper had seen that her luggage was brought to her room, unpacked, and the clothes pressed and hung in the closets. A meal cart containing the specially prepared food for the Jumakas was waiting against the wall near the bathroom they would have for their exclusive use. Cayla and Tayna already knew how to use the systems built into every bathroom for the use of pets, and they would now teach Thor. Jenetta had already decided she wouldn't separate them anymore. Thor would stay with her and the girls now that they were at the estate, and the Jumakas would have the run of the palace grounds.
As happy as she was to be with her family, Jenetta couldn't stop thinking about the Dakistians. The Galactic Alliance had done so much to help them, and now they were conspiring with the Raiders. She suddenly rushed to her office and sent off messages to both Christa and Space Command SHQ.
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"Madam President, Commander Carver wonders if you might be able to spare her a few minutes." Madu Ptellewqku's secretary announced over the com system.
"Is she here?"
"Yes, ma'am. She's here in the outer office."
"Send her in."
"Yes, ma'am."
A few seconds later the door opened and Christa entered the lavish office. The government office building had been the first built on the site of the new city. In fact, the entire center of the city was dedicated to government space. At first, only the buildings for which there was an immediate need would be constructed, with the remainder of the government space being devoted to enormous parks and walking areas, but the plans were already drawn for a government complex that would eventually use most of the space in a six-kilometer-square area.
"Christa, come in," Madu said, smiling as she rose from her chair and walked around her desk to greet her friend and guest.
"Good morning, Madu," Christa said, returning Madu's smile. "I hope I'm not
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