“What is that?”
Forsythe glanced up from his Pad long enough to follow the driver’s outstretched finger. “That is a Yourian female. Don’t point.”
“Sorry.”
“The little ones are her kids? Her… young?”
“No, in fact the smaller Yourians are males. One is probably her husband and the others are in her husband’s employ. Or hers, for that matter, though given the sexism in Yourian society that’s less likely.”
“Oh.” The driver ruminated. “How do you know all this stuff?”
“One learns on the job. I’ve been at it quite some time.” Forsythe laughed. “So long it almost seems normal.”
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