![]() ![]() ![]() All I inherited from him was his job, as soon as I was big enough to hold it. If it hadn't been for my mother and me he might have found a way to go. I heard my father talking about it going home that night in the airbus, when I guess they thought I was asleep, and the wistful hunger in his voice kept me awake. Freckled face, buck teeth, hair I brushed straight back and tied. And when you came right down to it, I didn't really need a mirror. We couldn't afford twenty-five dollars apiece, though. Pa said they weren't real, but to me they were real. ![]() Prayer fans and fire pearls, real Heechee-metal mirrors that you could buy for twenty-five dollars apiece. And there was a pressure tent with opaque sides, a dollar to get in, and inside somebody had arranged a display of imports from the Heechee tunnels on Venus. ![]() Hot dogs and popped soya, colored-paper hydrogen balloons, a circus with dogs and horses, wheels of fortune, games, rides. I couldn't have been more than six when my father and mother took me to a fair in Cheyenne. See all of librarian Nancy Pearl's Sci-Fi and fantasy picks.Īll my life I wanted to be a prospector, as far back as I can remember. ![]()
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