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Orna… It would be really good if Orna was not left alone, was able to live with us to continue working in the business and to be with her only child, too.
    “We’ve only been in this community for a few months, but it’s home to us now. We’re willing to work very hard, and we have money banked from the sale of our old farm…” Goa trailed off. He couldn’t beg. It wasn’t in his nature to do so. But for Shiloah, for his new family, he needed to put her first.
    “I will do whatever work is needed to help us move to a bigger apartment where there is room for all Shiloah needs and for her mother,” he concluded.
    Sompel looked thoughtful. “The first two levels of the new brown apartments are bigger, family homes. One of those might suit you, although I think most are already reserved. But there may be another option. He sat and tapped his teeth with his pencil.
    Goa’s gut was roiling with tension. He prayed frantically to his ancestors and the Gods to help him pass this first obstacle to a happy married life. He knew Shiloah wouldn’t complain, but she had a right to be helped to continue her business without hindrance. And Orna. Orna had suffered so much. To have her husbands ripped from her arms so unfairly. To watch them die because of evil prejudice. Her life should be filled with joy and pleasure now, not loneliness and worry. Goa gripped the sides of his chair until his knuckles were white with tension.
    “Tell me about your family farm. What did you grow there? What did each of you do?” asked Sompel.
    Goa was confused. Why was the official asking about the old farm? Shouldn’t he be asking about what they were doing now? Mentally, he shrugged. Likely Sompel was just trying to put them at ease. Deliberately, he relaxed his hands and arms before he answered.
    “It was a small farm but productive. We grew rice in the lower fields with irrigation from the river, not in a paddy, but similar. My fathers had built a simple aqueduct to bring the water from the river to the fields. We had an orchard of fruit trees. For many years, our mother had a wonderful vegetable and herb garden, which Stan kept going. And we had chickens and ducks, a cow for milk.”
    “There was also a flower garden specifically designed and planted so that there was something in bloom all year round,” added Stan. “We even had roses and tulips. Mother always had bowls of flowers in the house. Their scent was wonderful.”
    Goa nodded.
    Sompel still tapped his pencil on his teeth. Then he said, “What about fish farming?”
    “We’ve both worked some on the rice paddies above ground here. When they’re flooded the fish grow in them and eat the weeds. The traditional methods are wise ones.”
    “These days people would use such terms as ‘sustainable farming’ and ‘environmentally friendly methods.’ Although we’ve had most of our experience above ground, and Goa has always loved being in the open air, we are happy working underground here. Being able to follow our traditional ways is more important to us than being outside,” Stan added.
    “What about you, Shiloah. You’ve lived outside, haven’t you?”
    “I was only a few months old when my fathers were arrested.
    Mama and I still lived in the same house my fathers had brought her to as a new bride, but obviously she had to get a job to support us both all those years they were in jail.
    “Within a year of coming home they had died, and the prejudice against us was still very strong. That’s when Mama made arrangements for us to come here. So yes, I lived for eight years outside. I enjoy seeing the sun and the stars and the hills, but after what was done to my family, I’m very happy to be here in the community where the old ways are honored.”
    “So being outside wouldn’t frighten you, Shiloah?”
    “Of course not. I’m not like Kesse, who works in the temple so she feels safe and protected and will never ever go outside. I even went on a couple Girl