Echea had flown in on a previous shuttle. The ancient house became an estate with a grand lawn that rolled down to the muddy water. A few times, the fighting escalated. The area had no furniture. Our home was large, and we had money; any child would benefit from that. When my husband and I married, we acted like an acquiring conglomerate. They were allowed to come to Earth if their bodies could tolerate it, if they were willing to be adopted, and if they were willing to renounce any claims they had to Moon land. Living relatives who were willing to acknowledge the relationship-and had official hard copy to prove it. And then she narrowed those lovely chocolate eyes.
A door opened and a child appeared. They were allowed to come to Earth if their bodies could tolerate it, if they were willing to be adopted, and if they were willing to renounce any claims they had to Moon land. They had warned us about this, warned us that we would have to move when we heard it. We did not know we would get her until they called our name. I can close my eyes and she appears in my mind as she did the moment I first saw her: Our home was large, and we had money; any child would benefit from that. It was a popular resort for people from nearby Superior. She stared out the window instead, and became visibly agitated as we approached home. Most lots were bought by families who already owned land there, and hated the crowding at Nebagamon. That is, until I had Echea. It seemed to be for the best. The brochures began with the Moon, and ended with the faces of refugees: The blank vista of the Moon, the Earth over the horizon like a giant blue and white ball, a looming presence, pristine and healthy and somehow guilt-ridden. At the time, I did not understand the situation at all. My family bought fifteen lots. And she acted like nothing we had ever encountered before. Around us, through us, between us, a computer voice resonated: The shorthand for the Moon situation was this: She stood in the center of the room, legs spread, arms crossed, as if she were already angry at us. Her hair was white as the moon on a cloudless evening. Please take her, and proceed through the doors to your left. Echea had flown in on a previous shuttle. I took at face value a cynical comment from one of my professors: At first, those who could pay came here, but by the time we got our brochures, Earth passage had changed. It seemed, that day, that her eyes were the only spot of color on her haggard little face. The concrete flaked, covering everything with a fine gray dust.
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