Francesca reached for a piece of bacon, her baby blue eyes wide. “How can you not want to go to Mars? It’s a two year adventure — the chance of a lifetime! If I was old enough to buy a ticket, I would.”
Katrina had no doubt of the truth of that statement. Francesca had been fighting Katrina’s plans for her since she popped out of the womb. And that had been way before Katrina was ready for her and the crazy thing called marriage.
Their wedding vows had not been specific enough, she realized. Where were the vows that dealt with globs of toothpaste in the sink, dirty underwear on the ceiling fan, and ancient books everywhere? Why weren’t there promises recited that dealt with “adventure” and “spontaneity” — code words Katrina now knew meant utter chaos?
The “worse” in “for better or worse” didn’t begin to cover the ways that Doug had ridiculed her for her “irrational fears,” which Katrina knew was just her ability to see coming grief and avoid it.
The whole “love and cherish” thing needed a major revamp, in her opinion, as well. How about keeping each other’s feet on the ground and heads out of the clouds? Literally. Katrina had no love for roller coasters, anti grav parks, or skycars.
Of course, there were dangers on the ground too. Spelunking was a respiratory nightmare, and the bacteria in a hot tub could change your DNA.
This was just common sense.