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"Yes."
"Why?"
"Mother's crazy."
"No. Whatever else Novinha is, Ela, she is not crazy."
"Ela ‚ boba mesma, Senhor Falante."
He laughed and lay back in the grama. "Tell me how she's boba, then."
"I'll give you the list. First: She won't allow any investigation of the Descolada. Thirty-four years ago the Descolada nearly destroyed this colony. My grandparents, Os Venerados, Deus os abencoe, they barely managed to stop the Descolada. Apparently the disease agent, the Descolada bodies, are still present-- we have to eat a supplement, like an extra vitamin, to keep the plague from striking again. They told you that, didn't they? If you once get it in your system, you'll have to keep that supplement all your life, even if you leave here."
"I knew that, yes."
"She won't let me study the Descolada bodies at all. That's what's in some of the locked files, anyway. She's locked up all of Gusto's and Cida's discoveries about the Descolada bodies. Nothing's available."
The Speaker's eyes narrowed. "So. That's one-third of boba. What's the rest?"
"It's more than a third. Whatever the Descolada body is, it was able to adapt to become a human parasite ten years after the colony was founded. Ten years! If it can adapt once, it can adapt again."
"Maybe she doesn't think so."
"Maybe I ought to have a right to decide that for myself."
He put out a hand, rested it on her knee, calmed her. "I agree with you. But go on. The second reason she's boba."
"She won't allow any theoretical research. No taxonomy. No evolutionary models. If I ever try to do any, she says I obviously don't have enough to do and weighs me down with assignments until she thinks I've given up."
"You haven't given up, I take it."