CHAPTER 10: BORROWED TIMEI WAS GETTING ANXIOUS. THE mission planned for August was getting closer and the powers that be still hadn’t decided who would be going. I was beginning to think that I wouldn’t be picked this time. I tried not to worry or stress about it, but I was tired of waiting.
“If you get picked for the mission, they’ll let you know,” William said, rolling his eyes at me. “Are you that anxious to fly?”
I threw a wadded up piece of paper at him. “You know I am.”
“I was the same way.”
For a moment, I admired the model of the shuttle on the bookshelf here in his office. “Wouldn’t it be cool if we went up together?”
He didn’t look up from writing. “Yeah. It would be. But it won’t happen. At least not on this mission.”
“Why? You don’t want to go?”
This time, he did look u
