But George was not admiring his daughter’s artwork now. Still staring at the display screen, he impatiently called out, “Screen, show Ceres.”

The display obediently shifted from the approaching torch ship to show the cratered, dusty rock of the asteroid around which the habitat orbited. Largest of the ’roids in the Belt, Ceres was barely a thousand kilometers across, an oversized boulder, dusty, pitted, dead. Beyond its curving limb there was nothing but the dark emptiness of infinity, laced with hard pinpoints of stars bright enough to shine through the camera’s protective filters.

Big George clasped his hands behind his back as he stared at the unblinking stars.

“I only came out here to get rich quick and then go back to Earth,” he muttered. “Never thought I’d spend the rest of my fookin’ life in the Belt.”

Deirdre gave her father a sympathetic smile. “You can go back Earthside any time you want to.”

He shook his shaggy head. “Nah. Been away too long. I’d be a stranger there. Leastways, I got some friends here.…”

“Tons of friends,” Deirdre said.

“And your mother’s ashes.”

Deirdre nodded. Mom’s been dead for nearly five years, she thought, but he still mourns her.

“You can visit me on Earth,” she said brightly. “You won’t be a total stranger.”

“Yeah,” he said, without enthusiasm. “Maybe.”

“I really have to go on this ship, Daddy. I’ve got to get to Jupiter; otherwise I won’t get the scholarship.”

“I could send you to school on Earth, if that’s what you want. I can afford it.”