Solomon’s Ransom by Corey Kerr EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors:Corey Kerr
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A single candle burned on top of the cake, planted lopsided in the thick
layer of chocolate frosting. The flickering light cast shadows on Loden’s
beaming face as she carried the cake into the mess hall.
“Haaa-ppy birthday,” Turel started singing in his deep voice, and
everyone joined in, in various keys of drunken bellowing.
“Happy birthday, dear Solomon,” Samae sang at Sol’s side, and Sol
elbowed him with a smile. Nobody called him by his full name, not even
Loden; not even on his birthday. Even Samae wouldn’t get a pass for that
behavior.
“Happy birthday to yooou!” everyone warbled. Sol looked around at the
twenty-odd faces seated in the mess and felt his smile tugging at his face.
Here was home and family. He was lucky to have these people, and lucky,
he thought, to know enough to appreciate them. He hadn’t always, in his
adolescence, when the colony felt stifling at times, too small for a teenager
who longed for something more.
One face was missing from the crowd. He didn’t notice, though. He
wasn’t thinking about that.
“Let’s cut the cake!” someone called out.
It was a big sheet cake, probably enough for seconds if anyone wanted.
Joza didn’t like anyone, but he’d made this cake for Sol anyway, and that
was more or less the same thing as being liked. Loden wielded an
unnecessarily large knife and cut the cake into portions. Sol got up and
served the plates, accepting everyone’s cheerful teasing as his due. They
had made just as much of a fuss last month for Veraline.
The mess door opened. In came Remma, tablet in hand. “Sorry I’m
late.”
“Just in time to eat,” Loden said.
Sol didn’t save Remma for last. That would be petty, and he didn’t want
anyone (Remma) to think he cared. He gave Remma the very next piece,
with a smile, and when Remma said, “Happy birthday,” Sol only said,
“Thank you,” and moved on.
Only once everyone else was happily eating did Sol claim a piece for
himself and return to his seat next to Samae.
“Got any wishes for the next year?” Samae asked with his mouth full of
cake.
Sol thought about it. “A shipping pod full of something really rare and
expensive,” he decided. “High resale value. Easy to fence.”
Samae rolled his eyes. “Something for you.”
“That would be for me! A good drop has benefits for all of us.”
“How pious,” Samae said. “Come on, you can think of something
better.”
Without his permission, Sol’s gaze drifted over to Remma, who was
eating cake with the expression of a person who didn’t totally know if he
was enjoying the experience. Maybe there were no cakes on Tozra.
Samae was Sol’s closest friend. He was only two years older than Sol,
and colony-bred, too. They’d been raised together. Sol didn’t have any
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