How do you decide which direction to pray?”
Abdul shrugged, floating in the starship cabin. “Towards Earth.
Close enough, I guess.” He rolled up his mat and looked at Joseph.
“How do you decide when it’s the Sabbath? Do you use Greenwich Mean
Joseph laughed at his station. “Of course not. You use Jerusalem time.”
Mary looked over her shoulder. “Both of you hush. It’s Christmas today.”
The men glanced at each other, then her. “Relativistic time
distortion,” they said together.
The ship dropped out of FTL. Earth shone before them.