The last thing Mara did before leaving the workshops was give back a key.
Del Noss took it, checked the mark against the handover book and put it on the working ring.
Not in a drawer for safekeeping until the important person returned. On the ring that would open the room when the next operator needed it.
Mara liked him for that.
The local review had finished the previous afternoon, the thousand and sixty-seventh day. Her ordinary shifts had names beside them. The records stayed in Caldrin. The mixed grid’s current limitations, material questions and household priorities had been examined by the people who would continue living with them.
She had not solved every problem before going.
She had arranged for the problems to remain with people able to answer them, including when the answer was that the workshop had to stop a particular job.
Now the thousand and sixty-eighth morning had begun, and the freight crew wanted the last equipment case outside.
