Jem objected to the bathtub on professional grounds.
“It has more room than I do.”
“It’s carrying a coil,” Dessa said.
“So am I.”
“Yours fits in a box.”
Neri stood beside the wagon with the freight declaration and let them finish. The tub sat on its padded cradle, its underside accessible through a removable panel. Three insulated doors stood upright beside it, braced and tied so that neither their weight nor the tub’s could shift into a passenger’s space. Their driver checked the lines again while the owner of the tub explained where her brother lived in Caldrin.
“Across the river,” the woman said.
“You’ve written the landing?” Neri asked.
