Friday by Robert A. Heinlein

what would you think if I told you that I am an AP? I’m tempted to…but I must not shock you.)
    “No, because I considered the source. You don’t know any better. You’ve never been anywhere and you probably soaked up racism with your mother’s milk.”
    Vickie turned red. “That’s most unfair! Marj, when you were up for membership in the family I stuck up for you. I voted for you.”
    “I was under the impression that everyone had. Or I would not have joined. Do I understand that my Cherokee blood was an issue in that discussion?”
    “Well…it was mentioned.”
    “By whom and to what effect?”
    “Uh—Marjie, those are executive sessions, they have to be. I can’t talk about them.”
    “Mmm, I see your point. Was there an executive session over Ellen? If so, you should be free to talk to me about it, since I would have been entitled to be present and to vote.”
    “There wasn’t one. Anita said that it wasn’t necessary. She said that she did not believe in encouraging fortune hunters. Since she had already told Ellen that she could not bring Tom home to meet the family, there didn’t seem to be anything to be done.”
    “Didn’t any of you stand up for Ellen? Did you do so, Vickie?”
    Vickie turned red again. “It would simply have made Anita furious.”
    “I’m getting kind of furious myself. By our family code Ellen is your daughter and my daughter as quite as much as she is Anita’s daughter, and Anita is wrong in refusing Ellen permission to bring her new husband home without consulting the rest of us.”
    “Marj, it wasn’t quite that way. Ellen wanted to bring Tom home for a visit. Uh, an inspection visit. You know.”
    “Oh. Yes, having been under the microscope myself, I do know.”
    “Anita was trying to keep Ellen from making a bad marriage. The first the rest of us knew about it Ellen was married. Apparently Ellen went right straight out and got married the minute she got Anita’s letter telling her no.”
    “Be damned! A light begins to dawn. Ellen trumped Anita’s ace by getting married at once—and that meant that Anita had to pay out cash equal to one family corporation share with no notice. Could be difficult. It’s quite a chunk of money. It is taking me years and years to pay for my share.”
    “No, it’s not that. Anita is simply angry because her daughter—her favorite; we all know that—has married a man she disapproves of. Anita hasn’t had to scrape up that much cash because it wasn’t necessary. There is no contractual obligation to pay out a share…and Anita pointed out that there was no moral obligation to siphon off the family’s capital to benefit an adventurer.”
    I felt myself getting coldly angry. “Vickie, I have trouble believing my ears. What sort of spineless worms are the rest of you to allow Ellen to be treated this way?” I took a deep breath and tried to control my fury. “I don’t understand you. Any of you. But I’m going to try to set a good example. When we get home I’m going to do two things. First I’m going to the family-room terminal when everybody is there and phone Ellen and invite her and her husband home for a visit—come for the next weekend because I’ve got to get back to work and don’t want to miss meeting my new son-in-law.”
    “Anita will burst a blood vessel.”
    “We’ll see. Then I’m going to call for a family meeting and move that Ellen’s share be paid to her with all orderly haste consonant with conserving assets.” I added, “I assume that Anita will be furious again.”
    “Probably. To no purpose, as you’ll lose the vote. Marj, why must you do this? Things are bad enough now.”
    “Maybe. But it’s possible that some of you have just been waiting for someone else to take the lead in bucking Anita’s tyranny. At least I’ll find out how the vote goes. Vick, under the contract I signed I have paid more than seventy thousand Ennzedd dollars into the family and I was told that the reason I