By day thirty-seven, he’d broken dozens of rules, so what was one more? He went up and introduced himself to the woman in front of the Soyuz space capsule.
“My name’s Phil,” he said. It wasn’t. He extended a hand.
It took a moment, but she extended hers, and gave her name, which he immediately and silently replaced with “Amber,” because he wasn’t about to break that rule: Never use visitors’ real names.
His was Elliot and he wrote the museum’s “Above...
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