Lydia shook her head. “Not this time. It’s really not.” She pushed her beer away from her. “Guys, if anything goes wrong on Saturday, anything…” she said. “If Sally so much as sneezes at the wrong time, everyone will blame it on the fact that she’s a woman. And then none of us will go up there for a very long time.”

Griff and Hank sat back.

Lydia grew more animated. “Little girls across the country will be made fun of at recess when they want to grab the ball, and teenaged girls who get straight A’s in science will be told to have a backup plan, and no one will dress up as Sally for Halloween. Girls’ understanding of who they can be will be smaller. If this does not go well. Whether we mean to or not, we will have done that to them.”

Donna put her hand on Lydia’s shoulder.

Lydia was entirely right. There were four men on that shuttle. But every American woman was. Joan and Vanessa and Donna and Lydia—and so many people at NASA—were steadying themselves on the edge of a coin. It could be so easy for it all to go sideways. If it did, the backlash would be swift, and brutal. A wave overtaking all of them, each lost in the riptide.

To Joan’s surprise, Vanessa reached across and took Lydia’s hand for a moment. Then she let go and sat back.

“But then again, it’s also the first time jelly beans are going to space, so pray for the jelly beans,” Lydia said.

Joan choked on her water.

“I told you I’m funny,” Lydia said.

—

Two days later, STS-7 launched without a hitch. And six days later, Joan pushed her way into the theater at Mission Control to watch the shuttle land, safely, at Edwards.

When Joan got home to Vanessa that night, neither of them said it, but Joan knew both of them felt it.

Sally had done it. Any of them could be assigned now. Their moment was coming.

In August, NASA was hosting the Bicentennial Balloon Meet. Joan had called and asked Barbara if she could take Frances to see some of the balloon launches.

“Sure. Can I come, too?” Barbara said.

“You want to come with us? It’s just a picnic at JSC.”

“Yeah, I want to see what you do. Where you work.”

“Oh,” Joan said. “Yes, I would love that.”

When Joan got off the phone, she turned to Vanessa. “Barbara wants to come.”

“Well, that’s nice, right? She’s trying. I feel like she’s been nicer to you lately.”

Joan considered it. “Yeah, she seems happier, I think.”