“She is not very like you in colouring, but in character, ah!”

“What? You can see the stubborn streak from there?” Lunzie said mockingly.

“It runs right here, along your back.” His fingers traced her spine, and she shivered delightedly. “Fiona is beautiful, just as you are. May I take this?” Tee asked, turning it in his hands and admiring the clarity of the portrait. “If I can feed an image to the computers, it may stir some memory bank that has not yet responded to my queries.”

Lunzie felt a wrench at giving up her only physical tie to her daughter, but had to concede the logic. “All right,” she agreed reluctantly.

“I promise you, nothing will happen to it, and much good may result.”

She stood on tiptoe to kiss him. “I trust you. Are you ready to rejoin the others?”

Shof had clearly been chastised in Lunzie’s absence. During dinner around the worktable, he questioned Tee respectfully about the details of his research. The others joined in, and the conversation turned to several subjects. Laren proved also to be a Tri-D viewer. Lunzie and he compared their impressions of fashion trends, amidst hilarious laughter from the other two males. Blushing red for making her opinions known, Pomayla tried to defend the fashion industry.

“Well, you practically support them,” Shof said, wickedly, baiting her as he would a sister.

“What’s wrong with garb that makes you look good?” she replied, taking up the challenge.

“If it isn’t comfortable, why wear it?” Lunzie asked, reasonably, joining the fray on Shof’s side.

“For the style - “ Pomayla explained, desperately.

Lunzie raised an eyebrow humorously. “ ‘We must suffer to be beautiful’? And you call me old fashioned!”

“I don’t know where they get the ideas for these new frocks,” Laren said. After a quick glance at Pomayla, “No offense, sweetheart, but some of the fads are so weird.”

“Do you really want to know?” Lunzie asked. “To stay in style for the rest of your life, never throw out any of your clothes. The latest style for next season - I saw it in the Tri-D - is the very same tunic I wore to my primary-school graduation. It probably came around once while I was in cold sleep, and here it is again. Completely new to you youngsters, and too youthful a fashion to be worn by anyone who can remember the last time it was in vogue.”

“Can I look through your family holos?” Pomayla asked, conceding the battle with an impish gleam in her eye. “I want to see what’s coming next year. I’ll be seasons ahead of the whole Gang.”

The remains of the meal went into the disposer, and Tee rose, stretching his arms over his head and producing a series of cracks down his spine. “Ah. That was just as I remember school food.”

“Terrible, right?” Pomayla inquired, with a twinkle.

“Terrible. I hate to end the evening now, but I must go. As Lunzie said so truly, you are at the outer end of nowhere, and it will take me time to get home.”

Lunzie ran for her textcubes. “I think I’ll come in with you. My shift at the hospital begins in just four hours. Sanitary collection units won’t wait. I might as well travel while I can still see. Perhaps I’ll nap at your place.”

Tee swept her a bow. “I should be glad for your company.” He expanded the salute to include the others. “Thank you for a pleasant evening. Good night.”

Pomayla and Laren called their goodnights to him from the worn freeform couch in the far corner of the room. Shof ran to catch up with them at the door. “Hey,” he called softly, as they stepped into the turbovator foyer. “Good luck finding Lunzie’s daughter, huh?”