Time and Again

study over the rim. Her eyes were clear, and her color was good. She looked perfectly healthy. In fact, he couldn't remember ever having seen anyone healthier. Or more alluring.
    "When you look at me like that I feel like a germ under a microscope."
    "Sorry. I was just going to ask how you felt."
    "A little stiff, a lot hungry, but basically okay." She tilted her head. "How about you?"
    "Fine. I had a headache," he said, suddenly inspired. "I took some of your pills."
    "Okay."
    "The ones in the little blue case weren't marked."
    Her eyes widened, rolled, then filled with laughter. "I don't think they'd do you much good."
    "But you need them?"
    This time she closed her eyes and shook her head. "And he calls himself a scientist. Yeah, you could say I need them. Better safe than sorry, right?"
    Baffled, but losing ground, he nodded. "Right."
    "Then let's eat."
    She had plates by the range with buns open on them. Using a generous hand, she scooped the saucy meat into them, tossed a heap of fries beside it and was done. She didn't speak again until she'd worked her way through half the meal.
    He watched her dump a stream of white crystal from a pottery tube on her potatoes. He shook some on his own experimentally. Salt, he discovered. The real thing. Though the taste was wonderful, he resisted the temptation to use more and wondered about her blood pressure. If he could have figured a way, he would have popped her into the medilab on the ship for a checkup.
    "I guess we're going to live."
    He wasn't sure what he was eating, but she was right again. It was delicious. "It stopped snowing."
    "Yeah, I noticed. Listen, I hate to say it, but I'm glad you were here. I'd have hated to be here alone the last couple of days."
    "You're pretty self-sufficient."
    "But it's better when you have somebody to fight with. I never asked- do you plan to hang around until Cal and Libby get back? It could be weeks."
    "I came to see him. I'll wait."
    She nodded, wishing his answer hadn't relieved her. She was getting entirely too used to his company.
    "I guess you must be in a position to take as much time off as you like."
    "You could say that time is exactly what I do have. How long are you staying?"
    "I'm not sure. It's too late to get into school this semester. I thought I might write to some colleges.
    Maybe I'll try the East Coast. It would be a change." She sent him a quick, hesitant smile. "How would I like Philadelphia?"
    "I think you would." He wondered how to describe it to her so that she would understand. "It's beautiful.
    The historic district is very well preserved."
    "The Liberty Bell, Ben Franklin, all that."
    "Yes. Some things last, no matter what else changes." Though it had never mattered much to him before.
    "The parks are very green and shady. In the summer they're full of children and students. The traffic's miserable, but that's all part of it. From the top of some of the buildings you can see the entire city, the movement, the old and the new."
    "You miss it."
    "Yes. More than I'd imagined." But he was looking at her, seeing only her. "I'd like to show it to you."
    "I'd like that, too. Maybe we can talk Cal and Libby into flying out. You could have a real family reunion." She saw his expression change and instinctively laid a hand over his. "Did I say something wrong?"
    "No."
    "You're angry with him," Sunny murmured.
    "It's personal."
    But she wasn't going to be put off. He wasn't the snarling idiot she had first assumed him to be. He was just confused. If there was one trait she shared equally with her sister, it was the inability to turn away a stray.
    "J.T., you must see how unfair it is to resent Cal for falling in love and getting married, for starting a life here."
    "It's not that simple."
    "Of course it is." This time, she promised herself, she would not lose her temper. "They're both adults, and they're certainly able to make up their own minds. Besides, well, they're wonderful together." He sent her a silent, cynical look that infuriated her. "They are. I've seen them with each other. You haven't."
    "No." He nodded. "I haven't."
    "That's nobody's fault but-" She caught herself, ground her teeth and went on, more calmly. "What I'm trying to say is that I might not have known Cal before he became part of the family, but I know when someone's happy. And he is. As for Libby-he does something for her no one else ever has. She's always been so shy, so easily pushed into the background. But with Cal she just glows.