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Victor

Victor didnt go to the airlock to see Alejandra leave the family forever, to marry into the Italian clan. He didnt trust himself to say good-bye to his best friend, not without revealing how close he had come to disgracing the family by falling in love with someone in his own asteroid-mining ship.

The Italians were a four-ship operation, and their lead ship, a behemoth of a digger named Vesuvio, had been attached to El Cavador for a week, as the families traded goods and information. Victor liked the Italians. The men sang; the women laughed often; and the food was like nothing he had ever eaten, with colorful spices and creamy sauces and oddly shaped pasta noodles. Victors own invention, an HVAC booster that could increase the central heating temperature on the Italians ships by as much as eleven degrees, had been an immediate hit with the Italians. Now we will all wear one sweater instead of three! one of the Italian miners had said, to huge laughter and thunderous applause. The Italians had been so smitten with Victors booster, in fact, that it had brought in more trade goods and prestige than anything else the family had offered. So when Concepcion called Victor in to talk to him just before the Italians decoupled, he assumed she was going to commend him.

Close the door, Victor, said Concepcion.

Victor did so.

The captains office was a small space adjacent to the helm. Concepcion rarely closed herself in here, preferring instead to be out with the crew, matching or surpassing them in the amount of labor they put in each day. She was in her early seventies, but she had the energy and command of someone half her age.

Alejandra is going with the Italians, Victor.

Victor blinked, sure that he had misheard.

Shes leaving from the airlock in ten minutes. We debated whether it was wise to even tell you beforehand and allow you two to say good-bye to each other, thinking perhaps that it might be easier for you to find out afterward. But I dont think I could ever forgive myself for that, and I doubt youd forgive me either.

Victors first thought was that Concepcion was telling him this because Alejandra, whom he called Janda for short, was his dearest friend. They were close. He would obviously be devastated by her departure. But a half second later he understood what was really happening. Janda was sixteen, two years too young to marry. The Italians couldnt be zogging her. The family was sending her away. And the captain of the ship was telling Victor in private mere minutes before it happened. They were accusing him. They were sending her off because of him.

But we havent done anything wrong, said Victor.

You two are second cousins, Victor. We would never be able to trade with the other families if we suddenly developed a reputation for dogging.

Dogging, from endogamy: marrying inside the clan, inbreeding. The word was like a slap. Dogging? But I would never in a million years marry Alejandra. How could you even suggest that we would do such a thing? It was vile to even think it; to the belter families, it was on the wrong side of the incest taboo.

Concepcion said, You and Alejandra have been the closest of friends since your nursery years, Victor. Inseparable. Ive watched you. Weve all watched you. In large gatherings, you always seek each other out. You talk to each other constantly. Sometimes you dont even need to talk. Its as if you know precisely what the other is thinking and you need share only a passing glance between you to communicate it all.

Shes my friend. Youre going to exile her because we communicate well with each other?

Your friendship isnt unique, Victor. I know of several dozen such friendships on this ship. And they are all between a husband and his wife.

Youre sending Alejandra away on the basis that she and I have a romantic relationship. When we dont.

It is an innocent relationship, Victor. Everyone knows that.

Everyone? Who do you mean exactly? Has there been a Family Meeting about us?

Only a Council. I would never make this decision on my own, Victor.

Not much of a relief. The Council consisted of all the adults over forty. So my parents agree to this?

And Alejandras parents as well. This was a difficult decision for all of us, Victor. But it was unanimous.

Victor pictured the scene: All of the adults gathered together, aunts and uncles and grandparents, people he knew and loved and respected, people whose opinion he valued, people who had always looked upon him fondly and whose respect he had always hoped to maintain. All of them had sat together and discussed him and Janda, discussed a sex life that Victor didnt even have! It was revolting. And Mother and Father had been there. How embarrassing for them. How could Victor ever face these people again? They would never be able to look at him without thinking of that meeting, without remembering the accusation and shame.

No one is suggesting that you two have done anything improper, Victor. But thats why were acting now, before your feelings further blossom and you realize youre in love.

Another slap. Love?

I know this is difficult, Victor.

Difficult? No, unfair would be a better word. Completely unfair and unfounded. Not to mention humiliating. They were sending away his closest friend, perhaps his only true friend, all because they thought something would happen between them? As if he and Janda were animals in heat driven by unbridled carnal impulses. Was it too much to imagine that a teenage boy and a teenage girl could simply be friends? Did adults think so little of adolescents that they assumed that any relationship between sixteen- and seventeen-year-olds of the opposite sex had to be motivated by sex? It was infuriating and insulting. Here he was making an adult-sized contribution in the trade with the Italians, bringing in the largest share of income for the family, and they didnt think him mature enough to act properly with his second cousin. Janda wasnt in love with him, and he wasnt in love with her. Why would anyone think otherwise? What had initiated this? Had someone on the Council seen something between them and misinterpreted it as a sign of love?

And then Victor remembered. There was that time when Janda had looked at him strangely, and he had dismissed it as pure imagination. And she had touched his arm a little longer than normal once. It wasnt sexual at all, but he had liked the physical contact between them. That connection hadnt repulsed him. He had enjoyed it.

They were right, he realized.

He hadnt seen it, and they had. He really was on the brink of falling in love with Janda. And she had fallen in love with him, or at least her feelings were moving in that direction.

Everything swelled up inside him at once: anger at being accused; shame at learning that all the older adults on the ship had talked about him behind his back, believing he was moving toward disgraceful behavior; disgust with himself at realizing that perhaps they may have been right; grief at losing the person who meant the most to him in his life. Why couldnt Concepcion simply have told him her suspicions before now? Why couldnt she and the Council have said, Victor, you really need to watch yourself. It looks like you and Alejandra are getting a little close. They didnt have to send Janda away. Didnt they know that he and Janda were mature enough to act appropriately once the familys fears were voiced? Of course they would comply. Of course he and Janda wanted to adhere to the exogamous code. Victor would never want to do anything to dishonor her or the family. He and Janda hadnt even realized that their relationship might be headed toward perilous waters. Now that they knew, things would be different.