and took Maxwellâs hand. âHeard about me? From whom?â Maxwell glanced meaningfully at the chief and thenshrugged as if to say Who else? Nog laughed, confused but delighted.
âWell, I have to talk about something when I write,â OâBrien said.
âI take it Doctor Finch has been keeping you entertained while you waited?â
âI guess thatâs a word for it,â the chief said. âGood beer, anyway.â
âNo room for another one?â Maxwell asked.
âI didnât say that.â
âThen come with me. I know someplace we can go and get caught up. Unless you had something else you needed me to do, Doctor Finch?â
Finch waved him off. âAs we both know, Ben, you know more about what needs to be done around here than I. If youâre going to take Chief OâBrien with you, perhaps youâd like to chat a bit more, Commander Nog?â
âOh,â Nog said. âUh, sure. I guess.â He had thought he was going to accompany OâBrien and Maxwell, but suddenly he became aware that he might not be welcome at just that moment. It made him wonder again, Why am I here?
âIâll come find you, Commander,â the chief said. âJust a bit of a chin wag first. Talking about people you donât know and wouldnât care about.â
âSure,â Nog said, as graciously as he knew how. âNot a problem. Have a good time.â
OâBrien and Maxwell departed immediately in a cloud of bonhomie and chatter. Two old friends, reunited, they spoke in their mutual language. Nog felt deflated and a little trapped, like he was a small child who hadjust been dropped off at a dreaded relativeâs house for an unknown length of time.
âPerhaps,â Finch said, drawing nearer, his face wreathed in purple light reflected from the liquid in the tank, âyouâd like to hear more about the Mother?â
âSure. That would be . . . great.â Nogâs mind raced, but he didnât feel as if any gears were catching. An image of friendly faceted eyes popped into his head. âOr maybe we can go see the giant spiders?â
Chapter 7
Twenty Years Earlier
Benjamin Siskoâs Quarters
Deep Space 9
âW hatâs the worst day you ever had?â Jake asked.
âWhat?â Nog said, surprised by the question. The two of them had been lounging in Jakeâs living room, Nog in the big easy chair and Jake sprawled on the couch, each of them with their padd propped up on their knees, neither of them talking or really paying attention to the other.
âI said, âWhatâs the worst day you ever had?â â Jake repeated.
Nog turned to look over at Jake, just to be sure he was asking a serious question. Hew-mons, he knew, had a tendency to harass each other, sometimes out of boredom, as a sort of test that Nog didnât really understand, but nothing about Jakeâs expression or demeanor indicated he was teasing. âI donât know,â Nog replied. âIâd have to think about that. Why do you ask?â
âIt came up in school today. Mrs. OâBrien told us a story about when she was a girl, when her family went to a park on a picnic.â
âWhere?â
âWhere what?â Jake asked, confused.
âWhere was the park?â Nog replied. âIf youâre going to tell a story, set the scene.â
âOh. Sorry. In Japan, I guess. She grew up in Japan. Do you knowââ
âI know where Japan is,â Nog said. âOkay, Mrs. OâBrien was telling you all . . .â
âNot all of us,â Jake said. âJust the older kids. She breaks us up into groups sometimes, by age. And weâd been reading this short story called âA Perfect Day for Bananafish.â Have you ever heard of it?â
âNo.â
âWell, itâs old. Like, from the twentieth century. Itâs about this guy who was
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