Not many Martians watched the big three channels. This had been true before the revolution and was even more true after it. Those who did watch it, pa...rticularly the news channels, usually did so out of amusement more than anything else. Brett was one such person. He got a perverse sense of enjoyment out of seeing the spin WestHem was trying to put on every defeat or setback they suffered. He had been too busy preparing his ship for deployment over the last three days to even listen to rumors. She froze him with a look and a more subdued Turk followed my wife into the kitchen.Finally after what seemed like an eternity Jody came back with the coffee pot and cups. She poured out a cup and handed it to Eddy Ray, who loaded it with milk and sugar and insisted Carly have some as well. Neither Jody nor I wanted any.I don't know how long we sat there in silence while Eddy Ray drank his coffee and gloried in his power over the three of us. Turk made that huh-huh-huh laugh at occasional,. You want to join us?” She moves over to the door and begins to put on her shoes. I move over to her coat and pick it up off the floor for her.“No, you go ahead. I’m exhausted from the week. Tell Sarah hi for me.”Once she has her coat on and is at the door, she stops before leaving and turns around.“You’re coming out with me soon, ok? You need a life besides work, Ems.”I give a harsh laugh at that. “Jackie, I don’t think either of us will have a life for the foreseeable future.”She moves over. The delivery of the order for Singapore was due to start in a month, which meant that I would not have time to hand in my notice. Besides, I would have to find a new job right now and that was next to impossible. Then it occurred to me that whoever was going to go to Singapore would have to speak English and be fairly good at it. We were all able to speak English because the major part of our production was exported, but many of my colleagues, especially the older ones, were not exactly fluent..