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why, and it would have been a black mark on Frain’s leadership, or worse. Frain had them cowed into staying. So Aren wanted to get out of there and decided a baby would help her.
    Enid asked, “Did you send the tip to Investigations?”
    “No. No, I didn’t know. That is, I didn’t want to believe. I would never do anything to get her in trouble. I . . . I’m not in trouble, am I?”
    “No, Jess. Do you know who might have sent in the tip?”
    “Someone on the local committee, maybe. They’re the ones who’d start an investigation, aren’t they?”
    “Usually, but they didn’t seem happy to see me. The message went directly to regional.”
    “The local committee doesn’t want to think anything’s wrong. Nobody wants to think anything’s wrong.”
    “Yes, that seems to be the attitude. Thank you for your help, Jess.”
    “What will happen to Aren?” He was choking, struggling not to cry. Even Bert, standing at the wall, seemed discomfited.
    “That’s for me to worry about, Jess. Thank you for your time.”
    At the dismissal, he slipped out of the room.
    She leaned back and sighed, wanting to get back to her own household — despite the rumors, investigators did belong to households — with its own orchards and common room full of love and safety.
    Yes, maybe she should have retired before all this. Or maybe she wasn’t meant to.
    “Enid?” Bert asked softly.
    “Let’s go. Let’s get this over with.”
    • • • •
    Back at Apricot Hill’s common room, the household gathered, and Enid didn’t have to ask for Aren this time. She had started to worry, especially after talking to Jess. But they’d all waited this long, and her arrival didn’t change anything except it had given them all the confirmation that they’d finally been caught. That they would always be caught. Good for the reputation, there.
    Aren kept her face bowed, her hair over her cheek. Enid moved up to her, reached a hand to her, and the girl flinched. “Aren?” she said, and she still didn’t look up until Enid touched her chin and made her lift her face. An irregular red bruise marked her cheek.
    “Aren, did you send word about a bannerless pregnancy to the regional committee?”
    Someone, Felice probably, gasped. A few of them shifted. Frain simmered. But Aren didn’t deny it. She kept her face low.
    “Aren?” Enid prompted, and the young woman nodded, ever so slightly.
    “I hid. I waited for the weekly courier and slipped the letter in her bag, she didn’t see me; no one saw. I didn’t know if anyone would believe it, with no name on it, but I had to try. I wanted to get caught, but no one was noticing it; everyone was ignoring it.” Her voice cracked to silence.
    Enid put a gentle hand on Aren’s shoulder. Then she went to Bert, and whispered, “Watch carefully.”
    She didn’t know what would happen, what Frain in particular would do. She drew herself up, drew strength from the uniform she wore, and declaimed.
    “I am the villain here,” Enid said. “Understand that. I am happy to be the villain in your world. It’s what I’m here for. Whatever happens, blame me.
    “I will take custody of Aren and her child. When the rest of my business is done, I’ll leave with her and she’ll be cared for responsibly. Frain, I question your stewardship of this household and will submit a recommendation that Apricot Hill be dissolved entirely, its resources and credits distributed among its members as warranted, and its members transferred elsewhere throughout the region. I’ll submit my recommendation to the regional committee, which will assist the local committee in carrying out my sentence.”
    “No,” Felice hissed. “You can’t do this, you can’t force us out.”
    She had expected that line from Frain. She wondered at the deeper dynamic here, but not enough to try to suss it out.
    “I can,” she said, with a backward glance at Bert. “But I won’t have to, because you’re all secretly