Gen, drabble. So I finally read Mosaic. So I liked some parts, and was annoyed by others. So I’m wondering what a fun way to spend an evening was in Jeri Taylor’s childhood home. Paramount should just be glad I paid $6 for the book.
Chakotay, not quite awake, entered the ready room.
“She’s, um, she’s under the desk, Commander.”
“Not again.”
Harry shrugged.
“Kathryn.” Chakotay knelt beside her. “Captain. What are you doing?”
“Eleven times eight, eighty-eight. Eleven times nine, ninety-nine!”
“Kathryn, why don’t you recite your multiplication tables in
your room?”
“Shh. Daddy’s working.”
“I’m sure he won’t mind.”
Her eyes were glassy. He didn’t know if she recognized him. “I’ll take you home,” he said.
“Eleven times ten.” she said, but nodded.
From now on, he vowed as she crawled out, he’d ask about sleepwalking before he agreed to serve under anyone.
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