She hates her life. It's spring and she's digging a latrine when she should be home with her baby and if she deserts and is lucky enough not to just be shot for that then in a month she'll abruptly cease to have a baby.
Shovel bites dirt. Dirt goes in pile around the red flag. And repeat, and repeat.
No one appears to have anything to say about it, although some of the relatively few greys who look in the direction of the undertaker tents give her appreciative looks. Open, unselfconscious appreciative looks, the kind you give a perfectly normal pretty person in spring, not the furtive or followed-up-with-horrified-realization kind clean people sometimes give reds.
She laughs.
She checks her everything to see if there's anything else in the Seenit thread, but then - wonders suddenly what this means for Katin's credit, if it's hereditary -
She checks her credit lease account.
Apparently pink credits are cheaper than red ones, because that's what it says, pink credit, paid off completely.
She emails her mom about putting in for a discharge. Her mom says it's about time.
She puts in for her discharge.
Gosh, that was fast.
She hops in the cab of her army truck naked to drive it back into Tapa and drop it off.
That's pretty fun.
She hands in the truck and gets a ride to her district from a red army driver.
The army driver doesn't comment on the fact that she's naked either, although she does steal occasional glances.
"Usually I wear clothes and don't go out of the district. Since my family's there and clothes make it so hard to go back and forth."
"I talked to someone on the Internet once who claimed to be, but it's hard to be sure, you can only really tell in person."
"It's funny that way, yep. If you aren't on too tight a schedule you could see my baby when we get to my district."
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