Her mother put her arms around her. “I’m sorry, Pet,” she said. “I wasn’t even thinking. I was missing one child, and you have so many and you don’t even know whether they’re alive or dead.”

“But they aren’t even real to me,” said Petra. “I don’t know why I’m crying. I’ve never even met them.”

“We’re hungry for our children,” said Mother. “We need to take care of them, once we bring them into existence.”

“I didn’t even get to do that,” said Petra. “Other women got to bear all but the one. And I’m going to lose him.” And suddenly her life felt so terrible it could not be borne. She sobbed as her mother held her.

“Oh, my poor girl,” her mother kept murmuring. “Your life breaks my heart.”

“How can I complain like this?” said Petra, her voice high with crying. “I’ve been part of some of the greatest events in history.”

“When your babies need you, history doesn’t bring much comfort.”

And as if on cue, there was a faint sound of a baby crying inside the flat. Mother made as if to go, but Petra stopped her. “Bean will get her.” She used the hem of her shirt to dab at her eyes.

“You can tell from the crying which baby it is?”

“Couldn’t you?”

“I never had two infants at the same time, let alone three. There aren’t many multiple births in our family.”

“Well, I’ve found the perfect way to have nonuplets. Get eight other women to help.” She managed a feeble laugh at her own black humor.

The baby cried again.

“It’s definitely Bella, she’s always more insistent. Bean will change her, and then he’ll bring her to me.”

“I could do that and he could go back to sleep,” Mother offered.

“It’s some of our best time together,” said Petra. “Caring for the babies.”

Mother pecked her on the cheek. “I can take a hint.”

“Thanks for talking to me, Mother.”

“Thanks for coming home.”

Mother went inside. Petra stood at the edge of the balcony. After a while, Bean came padding out in bare feet. Petra pulled her T-shirt up and Bella started slurping noisily. “Good thing your brother Ender got my milk factory started,” said Petra. “Or it would have been the bottle for you.”

As she stood there, nursing Bella and looking out over the nighttime city, Bean’s huge hands held her shoulders and stroked her arms. So gentle. So kind.

Once as tiny as this little girl.

But always a giant, long before his body showed it.

19

ENEMIES

From “Note to Hegemon: You Can’t Fight an Epidemic With a Fence”
By “Martel”
Posted on “Early Warning Network”

The presence of Julian Delphiki, the Hegemon’s “enforcer,” in Armenia might look like a family vacation to some, but some of us remember that Delphiki was in Rwanda before it ratified the FPE Constitution.

When you consider that Delphiki’s wife, Petra Arkanian, also one of Ender’s Jeesh, is Armenian, what conclusion can be reached except that Armenia, a Christian enclave nearly surrounded by Muslim nations, is preparing to ratify?