Constellations, page 42
Captain Kirk will have me flying shuttlecraft.
Gabby disagreed with the approach, and she wanted no part of the conversation, but she listened to it at least.
Now she understood. Her eyes began to well up with tears.
“Breandán,” she said, her voice choked with emotion, “would you like to come inside? We can eat dinner and watch Star Trek.”
Breandán looked up at her. She thought she saw a faint smile on his face, the first she had seen in months.
He stood, nodded, but said nothing. “Give me your hand,” Gabby said. “Let’s go inside.”
A mother and a child walk hand in hand. A captain looks to the east for signs of his crew. Their roads will never end. But perhaps, in make-believe, they will find their peace.
Marco Palmieri, Constellations
