Chapter 13
Dr. Kinsey burst into Caitlin’s room as soon as she answered his knock with a distracted “Come in.” She’d left the doorfield deactivated in any case until Banle returned.
The professor’s lined face was beaming. “You look lovely, my dear! What an elegant dress!”
She smoothed the skirt of her long gown, newly tailored by one of the best dressmakers in Oklahoma City. The material was woven of what appeared to be almost a molten silver. “It’s wasted on the Jao, of course. They don’t understand fashion, but the humans in attendance will notice. For my father’s sake, I have to uphold the family image.”
He sank into the closest chair. “My first Jao dinner! I suppose it would be impolite to actually take notes.”
Caitlin shook her head, then crossed the room to straighten his old-fashioned blue and red tie. Blue and red, jinau colors. Could he have been more obvious? She repressed a sigh.
“It certainly would. And keep in mind that Jao don’t use meals as sit-down social functions, the way humans do. They—well—graze might be the best term for it. They normally eat only one meal a day, and they’re quite capable of going several days without food and still functioning at near-peak efficiency. Tonight, food will probably be provided at various stations around the room, a great deal of which will almost certainly not be to human taste. Nibble before accepting a full portion. And don’t be shocked if they disrobe without warning. They don’t have the same body taboos we do and there will likely be a pool provided for spontaneous swimming.”
“Will I be expected to swim?” He looked both intrigued and alarmed.
“Heavens, no!” She fought not to laugh in his face. “Jao can hold their breath for a quarter of hour or more. They’re practically like seals in the water. Compared to them, even the best human swimmer is just dog-paddling. If you tried to join in, you’d probably drown in the first minute.”
“Oh,” he said as she released his tie and stepped back to study the results. “Well, I’ve got a lot to learn, but that is what I’m here for. I still can’t wait to get started!”
She sighed. “Dr. Kinsey, this so-called ‘reception’ won’t be fun, and they wouldn’t like it, if we did find it obviously so. They’re not here to provide entertainment for humans. You should be subdued in your conversation, respectful, but not openly pleased about the things you see and hear tonight. They find that kind of enthusiasm irritating, or even offensive.”
“Really?” He smoothed his hair, then dropped his hand. “I’m glad you told me.” He hesitated. “Are there any other subjects I should avoid, perhaps religion, for instance?”
She shook her head, then picked up a small silver earring in the shape of a sand dollar and cocked her head to one side to put it on. “The Jao were deliberately crafted by the Ekhat, Doctor, not evolved through natural selection and accident.”
“I know that,” he protested.
“Then consider the consequences. They know exactly who made them and why, which makes them singularly indifferent to what they term ‘superstition.’ They have their own quirks, of course. But those all seem bound up with matters of custom and proper conduct, not what we’d consider religion or even ideology in general.”
He made a rueful face. “You should write this book instead of me. You’ve certainly had more interaction with the Jao than anyone I can name.”
“Of all the people on Earth, it can’t come from me,” she said. “They watch me all the time. If you put my name anywhere on that book and then they found some error or unacceptable attitude—as, I must warn you, they most likely will—my father would pay the price. Or I would. What they might be willing to let pass as a misunderstanding on your part, they’d see as a deliberate insult coming from me.”
She closed her eyes and reached for calm. “Don’t forget what happened to my brother. I am willing to help all I can, as long as you keep my name out of it.”
“Very well,” he said. “Perhaps you’ll at least get a paper for your graduate studies out of this.”