Her face fell. "It would've been kind of nice to have a ready-made family." "Oh, I don't know," he said. "There are times when it's better to have no family." "Yeah, I guess you're right. They might not approve of me." "We'll be everything to each other," he assured her. There was a ghost of a sound then--a laugh or a sigh. He hoped she didn't hear it. The zhapik insisted on giving Lyddy's wedding, even though he himself could, of course, be present only behind the screen. Most people said the old E-T bastard knew a good piece of publicity when he saw it, but Mattern thought it might be out of genuine sentiment. He was closer to aliens than most men in this sector, any sector. Although he had originally hailed from the Far Planets, he had traveled widely and lost his prejudices. His best friend wasn't human. Every human in Erytheia City was invited to the wedding. Mattern's four crewmen came. Three were middle-aged and had sailed with Mattern for years, but his most recent acquisition was a young man, almost a boy. Something Raines, his name was. He kept staring at Lyddy as if he had never seen a beautiful woman before, though, coming from Earth, he must have seen many. Mattern was gratified at this tribute to his choice. "Only four crewmen!" Lyddy said, looking disappointed. "You must have a small ship." Mattern smiled. "Not too small." He could see she didn't believe him. Lyddy didn't seem to be enjoying her wedding. She kept glancing over her shoulder all through the ceremony and during the reception. Finally Mattern had to ask her what was wrong, although he would rather not have known. "Y'know, hon," she whispered, "I keep having the funniest feeling there's somebody _extra_ here, somebody who doesn't belong. I haven't quite seen him; he always seems to slip by so fast, but I don't even think he's a man." "Don't be silly, Lyddy," he said, almost sharply. "You know no extraterrestrial would dare to crash a human party!" "I guess not." But she still kept looking over her shoulder. * * * * * The zhapik invited them to remain at the Golden Apple Hotel as his guests for as long as they liked. They stayed two months. Then Mattern told his wife it was time they started planning their future, decided where they were going to live. "You'll want a home of your own," he said. "Otherwise you'll get bored." "I'm never bored," said Lyddy. "But where will we go? I mean what system?" "Well, Erytheia is a pleasure planet, so I thought we might as well stay here. There are some attractive residential neighborhoods on this continent--or, if you'd prefer, the other one." Her face fell. "You mean we're going to stay _here_?" He didn't know why he was so anxious to remain on Erytheia. Mainly it was because for no good reason he found himself disliking the idea of making the Jump with her. "If you'd rather, I could build you a city of your own, Lyddy," he tempted her.