"Five minutes--maybe ten." I knew I was lying. It was less.
"Ash ... you heard what he said. I was in a Wasp unit. Space was my
dream, too. Always."
I wanted to tell her I knew, now--knew a lot of things. But there was
no use in holding a dying woman, kissing her, and caressing her tumbled
hair for one last time. No use at all, when a world depended on not
taking time for those things.