Page 119 of Commander’s Mate
“What did you wear before the war?”
“The same.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Zared.”
He sighed.
“There was a red formal coat.”
I stared.
“Red?”
“Yes.”
“You owned a red coat?”
“It was traditional.”
“Was it dramatic?”
“No.”
“Was there embroidery?”
Silence.
I gasped.
“There was embroidery.”
“Minimal.”
“What color?”
“Gold.”
I nearly fell out of the chair.
“You owned a red-and-gold embroidered alien commander coat.”
“It was not an alien coat.”
“On Earth, extremely alien.”
“You are intolerable.”
“You love me.”
The words came out before I thought.
Silence.
My entire body froze.
