 Why did Maggie not travel with her husband, Jacob, while on his missions?
A Coffin for Jacob By EDWARD W. LUDWIG Illustrated by EMSH [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Galaxy Science Fiction May 1956. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] With never a moment to rest, the pursuit through space felt like a game of hounds and hares ... or was it follow the leader? Ben Curtis eased his pale, gaunt body through the open doorway of the Blast Inn, the dead man following silently behind him. The place was like an evil caldron steaming with a brew whose ingredients had been culled from the back corners of three planets. Most of the big room lay obscured behind a shimmering veil of tobacco smoke and the sweet, heavy fumes of Martian Devil's Egg. He was like a red-skinned marionette with pipestem arms and legs, clad in a torn skivvy shirt and faded blue dungarees. I speak English tres fine, senor . But if you had a drug that'd bring a dead man to life, I'd buy and pay with my soul. "Then I show you to good table,— tres bien . They wormed down a narrow aisle flanked by booths carved from Venusian marble that jutted up into the semi-darkness like fog-blanketed tombstones. They stood solitary and motionless, aloof, their green-lidded eyes unblinking. "A tres fine table. Their long fingers played upon the strings of their cirillas or crawled over the holes of their flutes like spider legs. Even when they played an Earth tune, it still seemed a song of old Mars, charged with echoes of lost voices and forgotten grandeur. Couldn't they have played their music on Mars? Or had they, like me, felt the challenge of new worlds? But he'd become a kind of invisible Siamese twin, as much a part of Ben as sight in his eyes. Sometimes the image would be shuffling drunkenly beside him, its lips spitting whiskey-slurred curses. You can defeat him or submit to him or ignore him, and the matter is over and done. You can't escape from a memory that has burned into your mind. It had begun a week ago in Luna City. Everywhere, all you see's spacemen." "If it weren't for spacemen, you wouldn't be here." He was three months out of the Academy at White Sands and the shining uniform was like a key to all the mysteries of the Universe.
 Jacob didn't think women should be in unexplored space.
 Jacob didn't think women should be in unexplored space.  She feared space exploration.  She was to be searching for an astrogator.  Maggie didn't think women should be in unexplored space.