Then a few days later Nadia and Maya were cleaning up the brick floor of the latest chamber to be pressurized, and Nadia's curiosity got the best of her; she broke her customary silence on the topic, and asked Maya what was going on.  "Well, it's John and Frank," Maya said querulously.  "They're very competitive.  They're like brothers, and there's a lot of jealousy there.  John got to Mars first, and then he got permission to come back again, and Frank doesn't think it was fair.  Frank did a lot of the work in Washington to get the colony funded, and he thinks John has always taken advantage of his work.  And now, well.  John and I are good together, I like him.  It's easy with him.  Easy, but maybe a little. . . .  I don't know.  Not boring.  But not exciting.  He likes to walk around, hang out with the farm crew.  He doesn't like to talk that much!  Frank, now, we could talk forever.  Argue forever, maybe, but at least we're talking!  And you know, we had a very brief affair on the Ares, back at the beginning, and it didn't work out, but he still thinks it could."

Why would he think that? Nadia mouthed.

"So he keeps trying to talk me into leaving John and being with him, and John suspects that's what he's doing, so there's a lot of jealousy between them.  I'm just trying to keep them from each other's throats, that's all."

Nadia decided to stick to her resolve and not ask about it again.  But now she was involved despite herself.  Maya kept coming to her to talk, and to ask her to convey messages to Frank for her.  "I'm not a go-between!" Nadia kept protesting, but she kept doing it, and once or twice when she did she got into long conversations with Frank, about Maya of course; who she was, what she was like, why she acted the way she did.  "Look," Nadia said to him, "I can't speak for Maya.  I don't know why she does what she does, you have to ask her yourself.  But I can tell you, she comes out of the old Moscow Soviet culture, university and CP for both her mother and her grandmother.  And men were the enemies for Maya's babushka, and for her mother too, it was a matrioshka.  Maya's mother used to say to her, 'Women are the roots, men are just the leaves.'  There was a whole culture of mistrust, manipulation, fear.  That's where Maya comes from.  And at the same time we have this tradition of amicochonstvo, a kind of intense friendship where you learn the very tiniest details of your friend's life, you invade each other's lives in a sense, and of course that's impossible and it has to end, usually badly."

Frank was nodding at this description, recognizing something in it.  Nadia sighed and went on.  "These are the friendships that lead to love, and then love has the same sort of trouble only magnified, especially with all that fear at the bottom of it."