A sematary," I say. "A what?" Viola says, looking round at all the square stones marking out their graves. Must be a hundred, maybe two, in orderly rows and well-kept grass. Settler life is hard and it's short and lotsa New World people have lost the battle. "It's a place for burying dead folk," I say. Her eyes widen. "A place for doing ?" "Don't people die in space?" I ask. "Yeah," she says. "But we burn them. We don't put them in ." She crosses her arms around herself, mouth and forehead frowning, peering around at the graves. "How can this be sanitary?
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