to get back to the game.â
âIt was an honor to meet you, sir,â said Tetisheri, as she curtseyed. Jennifer awkwardly copied her.
âIâm sure we will meet again sometime,â said Ka-Aper, saluting them with his wine cup.
âWould you like to see my workshop now?â asked Ramose.
As the girls climbed the stairs, Jennifer glanced at him, sure she would find Ka-Aper watching her. His attention was all on Ramose.
âYes, of course,â said Ka-Aper. He followed Ramose and Neferhotep to the back of the main room. Meryt-Re was left to stack the dishes and carry them to the kitchen.
âDoes your mother not have a servant yet?â asked Tetisheri.
âUhâ¦,â said Jennifer.
âNo,â said Mentmose.
âOh. Not evenâ¦â
âYou know how she feels about slaves,â said Mentmose, shaking his head.
âYes,â said Tetisheri, unusually terse.
Mentmose retrieved a mattress from his parentsâ room and unrolled it on the floor beside Jenniferâs, then topped it with a thin blanket and a crescent-shaped headrest. Tetisheriâs flow of chatter resumed as soon as he clattered down the stairs, taking the lamp with him.
Jennifer only half-listened to Tetisheri as the two girls got ready for bed. Meryt-Re had provided them all with toothpicks after the meal, but she longed for her toothbrush. She copied Tetisheri, who lay on her back on the mattress with her head nestled in the crescent-shaped brick. As she pulled up the sheet, Jennifer glanced out the high window. She wondered if Dje-Nefer missed her stars.
The little cat wandered into the room and stretched.
âOh, there you are, Miw,â said Tetisheri, patting her mattress, which the cat ignored. âWhere have you been all evening? Do you think he likes me?â
âWho?â asked Jennifer, startled. âThe cat?â
âNo, silly! Mentmose,â said Tetisheri.
âOh. Um, sure.â
Tetisheri heaved a great sigh. âI donât know. He just never seems very happy to see me. And I donât know what Iâll do if he doesnât like me when weâre married.â
Jennifer was startled to see a tear on Tetisheriâs cheek, glistening in the starlight. She tried to think of something comforting to say.
âIâm sure heâll come around. Boys are like that. My mother says they mature later than girls.â
âYes, thatâs true,â said Tetisheri. âEven my mother says that.â She wiped her face and was off again, babbling about what their house would look like when they were together. If it all came true, her dream home would have more furniture and ornaments than Jennifer could imagine. Finally, Tetisheri wound down, sort of like a car running out of gas. She drifted off to sleep right in the middle of a sentence.
Jennifer wriggled, trying to get comfortable on the silly headrest. Exasperated, she removed it completely and put her head down on the mattress. That was better, although she wished she had a pillow.
Tetisheri was already snoring gently, but despite the long, tiring day, Jennifer couldnât sleep. Trying not to wake the other girl, Jennifer crept from her bed into the other room. Meryt-Reâs wide bed creaked as she sat on it and stared out the doorway into the garden. So many stars! She could understand Dje-Neferâs fascination. The only time Jennifer had seen so many was when she and her father had gone camping. Once, heâd taken his telescope and taught her the names of the constellations. She smiled, remembering, then swallowed. Would she ever see him or her mother again?
The sky looked different from the one at home. There was Orion the Hunter, down by the horizon, but sideways. Cassiopeiaâs âWâ was in the wrong place, too.
At least they were there, even if they werenât quite the way she remembered them. It was different here. Some of it strange, but some of it weirdly
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