Lillian Francken

WE COME IN PEACE

Dedicated to Mr. Pitt,

wherever you are.

CHAPTER 1

The universe, with its infinite mass of solar systems consisting of galaxies filled with stars, clusters, and bright and dark nebulosities in its enormity, is in reality only a lonely, dark abyss. As you scan the far reaches of its vastness, the Milky Way comes into view. With its speckled sphere of planets, moons, asteroids, and stars rotating around a bright G2V star against a hazy dark-blue background, it is a remarkable sight to behold for any space traveler. In the distance, a meteor streak across the far-off distant edge of this solar system like lines in the darkness and then quickly disappears as fast as they once appeared.

Along the edge of one of these nebulas lurked a black hole in clouds of obscure gassy masses, as a spiral disk appearing only as a speck in the distance, flies closer to the dark black hole that lurks still undetected. Suddenly, without warning, the spiral disk gets sucked into the black hole’s enormous vortex. A spiral disk kicks into mach speed as it fights the gravitational pull and finally, like a slingshot, it got thrust out uncontrollably toward the Milky Way.

The spiral disk spins out of control as it shoots past Pluto and narrowly missed the stormy blue planet of Neptune. It almost gained control when the gravitational pull of the greenish-blue planet Uranus grabbed the spiral disk into its orbit. But once again, the spacecraft kicked into overdrive, spun out of control to Saturn, and thrust itself through one of Saturn’s seven rings like a ball being slung around in an arcade pinball machine. Luckily, the ring was less dense, with ice particles. However, not enough for it to leave unscarred. The icy particles coated over the navigational rigging, which caused the spacecraft to fly further out of control.

Luck was with the occupants of the spacecraft. Jupiter and its moons were nowhere in sight. The ice particles slowly dissipated, allowing maneuverability away from Mars, which quickly came into view. Like a pinball machine, the craft quickly maneuvered out of its orbit but not before being hit by a meteor shower, which further damaged the navigational rigging.

Upon closer view of the spacecraft, a silver-foiled box “Fat Sal’s Intergalactic Eatery” was seen stuck under a piece of metal equipment. Off in the distance, the planet Earth speedily came into view. Suddenly the craft veered off towards Earth’s moon. As it approached, the foil box flew off the ship and disappeared into space. The ship slowly descended. Three outriggers extended slowly out of the craft as it approached the moon’s dusty surface.

The plaque left by the visiting Earth astronaut’s years earlier slowly came into view, and as the spacecraft hovered for an instant and then dropped suddenly, it crushed the plaque under one of its outriggers. Another outrigger buried the US flag. Footprints left by the Earth’s astronauts were wiped away for eternity by moon dust from the spacecraft’s outriggers.

Inside the craft two occupants, both in metallic-looking space suits sat behind the controls. Zolar, the female, was at the main controls. She was blonde, with deep-blue intense eyes. Her suit fit her like a glove, showing off a voluptuous body. As the craft came to a jerky halt, Zolar turned and looked at the two-headed space creature suctioned to the inside of the windshield in front of Zolar. Zolar then turned to her companion, Jupel, who worked feverishly on the navigational panel. Jupel, her male junior officer, breathed a sigh of relief. Although they looked like they could be siblings, there were no common genetic codes in their DNA. One had to guess their race all had similar features: the blonde hair, blue eyes, and with a build that was perfect in every aspect. (Unlike the creatures who live on Earth, with different colored eyes and a physique that expanded with what they ate.)

Zolar, in a stern authoritarian voice, snapped, “I told you, you should have let him out back at Samar.”

Jupel turned from the navigational table with a look of relief. His forehead perspired, but he was not intimidated by his senior partner, just looked to the door where Z-42, a solid black canine, scratched urgently.

“He didn’t have to go then,” Jupel said with a little sarcasm.

“Well, get his suit on before he relieves himself. It’s your turn to let him out.”

Jupel reluctantly got up. He walked over to a panel and opened the door. Jupel grabbed two space suits, one for himself and one for Z-42.

Once outside on the Moon’s surface Jupel saw the remnants of footprints left by the astronauts in 1969 as Z-42 ran through them, leaving a dusty trail behind and no record of the Moon’s previous visitors. A voice came sternly across the telecommunicator inside Jupel’s helmet.

“We don’t have all zion,” Zolar snapped.

Jupel mimicked a jabbering old woman, and then his eyes rolled back, and he quickly responded, “He’s trying to find a good spot.”

Just then, Z-42 bounced over a rock near where Jupel was standing. He lifted his leg, and a little trap door opened, and Z-42 relieved himself. Beads of urine floated upward slowly. Jupel was leaning against the craft and could not get out of the way fast enough before the urine splashed him in the visor.

“Oh, no,” Jupel yelled.

“What’s wrong?” Zolar quickly asked.

“Stupid animal took a leak on me.”

“Get back in here. We have a schedule to keep.”

Jupel swung his foot at Z-42, but the dog was already bouncing to the entrance to the craft. Clouds of dust particles floated into space and disappeared slowly.

Once inside the spacecraft, Jupel quickly tossed his space suit into the cleaning closet. Z-42 walked over to Zolar for protection from Jupel, who was still angry. Zolar quickly got up and took out the medical box from the control panel above the console. She prepared a metal cylinder, attaching it to a syringe-like apparatus. Zolar tapped it with her finger, taking out any air bubbles.

“Is it that time already?” Jupel asked.

“We’re past due.” Zolar looked at him with anxiety in her eyes.

Jupel rolled up his sleeve slowly and readied himself for the injection.

“We didn’t die, did we?” Jupel argued.

“Do you want to chance to wait longer?”

“Why doesn’t Z-42 need the stuff?”

“His molecular makeup is different. Now hold steady.”

Zolar injected Jupel with the contents of the cylinder. She quickly injected herself and then closed the medical box, and set it back on the shelf above the control panel. She motioned Jupel to get back into his seat, and she quickly strapped herself into her seat, with her hands and fingers working the virtual board in front of her. The spacecraft slowly came alive.

Outside on the Moon’s surface, the outriggers lifted off. The plaque left by the astronaut’s years earlier was now smashed into little pieces. Also, all that could be seen of the flag was a protruding stick. As the spacecraft slowly rose, the outriggers quickly disappeared into the craft. The spacecraft hovered a moment and then sped off out of the Moon’s atmosphere.

Zolar was at the controls. Through the dash window, Earth speedily came closer into view. She drummed her fingers impatiently on the side panel as she watched Jupel struggling with the folded map.

“I thought they taught you navigational skills at the academy,” Zolar snapped.

“They did.”

“Then get us under control.”

“I’m trying!”

“Try harder!”

Zolar maneuvered her hands quickly, working the control panel. Postcards tacked to a metal note board just above her head started to flutter, and a few let loose. The card ‘Wish you were here,’ that was only held in place by a magnet, drifted onto Zolar’s lap. There were also photographs of strange-looking aliens and a 20 percent off voucher from Astral World. One by one, they all started floating around the spacecraft and made it difficult for the two to keep control of the craft.

Zolar turned on the monitor and then twiddled with the radar knob. A small dish on the outside of the craft moved back and forth as Zolar searched for a radar transmission or something to guide them.

She continued turning the knob in an attempt to combat the barrage of static lines flopping across the monitor screen. Suddenly the lines began to subside, and a man’s voice slowly faded in from a distance, but the screen was still filled with fuzzy images.

A voice from a DJ at the Star Trek Convention Center in Los Vegas suddenly could be heard. “Welcome, space travelers to planet Earth. Don’t forget to get your tickets validated for free parking of your spacecraft in city parking lot H.”

Jupel turned to Zolar with a flabbergasted look on his face, taken aback by the welcome that just came across the screen.

“They are expecting us,” Jupel said with a puzzled expression on his face matched only by Zolar’s concern.

Zolar shrugged as if in disbelief, but abruptly decided to say nothing. She quickly moved her hands to engage the virtual navigational apparatus.

The craft made an abrupt 180-degree turn, propelling it at great speed toward the planet Earth, but in its path was a discarded fuel drum floating in space from the Challenger space shuttle. Zolar spotted the drum in time to maneuver the craft into a victory roll to avoid a collision. Pots and pans rattled behind closed panel doors. The box of medicine was sent flying, and the cylinders floated around the craft. Jupel tried to catch them, but Zolar motioned him back to the navigational controls to help her get the craft under control. Zolar, with the aid of Jupel, struggled with the ship as it hurtled closer to earth. Once the occupants of the spacecraft had it under control finally, it zoomed through space as the Earth came shooting into view.

* * *

At an adult movie station in the desert near Rachel, Nevada, the plant engineer was busy working on some sound equipment. He turned and watched the adult video on the monitor and was aroused by what he saw. The engineer then glanced across the room at the young female technician in tight jeans and a halter-top. He wet his lips and then slowly walked over to her.

CHAPTER 2

In the spacecraft, Jupel worked feverishly at the dials of the monitor, running through various diagnostics while there was complete chaos to get a clearer picture. Suddenly the adult movie came onto the screen, startling him for a moment. Jupel watched the monitor as the male on screen tied the nude female to a four-post bed and then slowly took off his shirt. Jupel’s eyes widened and his mouth opened in disbelief, in awe of what was happening on screen as slowly he turned to Zolar with a curious grin on his face. Turning back to the monitor, Jupel watched as the man’s shirt as it was discarded onto the floor, the actor on screen climbed slowly toward the female on the bed.

Z-42’s ears perked up as moans came from the monitor and then Z-42 quickly scurried under Jupel’s feet and covered his head with his front paws.

Zolar quickly slid over to where Jupel sat still in a daze over what was happening on the monitor screen. She shoved him aside, quickly getting him out of the way to see what he was watching. She, too, was startled by what she saw on the monitor. She sat with wide eyes as the male actor kissed the female tied to the bed. A puzzled look crossed her face, wondering what he was about to do. The man seductively unbuckled his belt. Zolar quickly turned to Jupel, who could not stop watching. Zolar, in her anger, hit Jupel on the back of his head. Jupel was caught off-guard as he flew into the control panel, sending the spacecraft out of control once more.

The craft entered the Earth’s atmosphere, rolling out of control as it spiraled closer to earth. The occupants struggled to regain control of the ship while things continued rattling in the cabinets. Doors flew open suddenly as the contents fell out, becoming airborne and hazards to the occupants of the craft.

* * *

The Nevada desert with its harsh terrain was a picture of quiet, majestic beauty. Even with no trees in sight and mundane shades of gray and dead-grass yellow, there was still a quality to the scene that some in the area found easy on the eyes. There was no vegetation to speak of, except for the endless sagebrush and Chico wood shrub. Nevertheless, this was home to the residents of the area and people looking to get lost by humankind.

Bobby Drews, a teenage space cadet, leaned lazily on a rock philosophizing about life while smoking marijuana. He slowly exhaled a billowy white cloud and watched it disappear into the vastness of the still, dry air of the desert. In a self-induced haze, he then looked down at the light across the stark white terrain of the rock at hand.

A camel spider ventured out of its daytime hiding place. It climbed up on the barren rock. And as it crawled closer to Bobby, he turned and slowly blew a puff of smoke that engulfed the crawling creature. Bobby leaned closer, inhaled again, and exhaled another puff of smoke at the spider. He then just watched the effect it had on the spider. The spider zigzagged over to the edge of the rock and did a nosedive off onto the desert floor. As if he, too, was in a stupor and now found it difficult to seek shelter from the hot desert sun.

“If I wasn’t here, then where would I be?” Bobby asked as if expecting an answer from the crawling creature.

Bobby stood and looked up into the clouds with dreamy eyes. “I only seek the truth,” he yelled. Suddenly there was a flash of light that crossed the sky as if an answer had been given to his question.

“Shit! This is good stuff,” Bobby said, looking down at the joint between his fingers.

He glanced around, but nothing more could be seen. A puzzled look crossed his face. He knew the desert could play tricks on you when you have been out in the sun too long. Playing hooky from school was bad enough. He did not need to succumb to heatstroke to boot. Bobby reached for his backpack and took out a bottle of water. He splashed his face, took a drink, and then smashed the joint on the desert floor.

* * *

The monitor at the adult movie station continued playing the adult film. In the background, moans came from the engineer’s office. All that could be seen was the silhouette of the two station employees going at it like rabbits in heat. The monitor in the background was playing out the love scene.

* * *

The spacecraft continued out of control as Zolar frantically struggled with the throttle. Jupel reached down and locked Z-42 in his cage at his feet while the animal barked uncontrollably, struggling to free himself.

“Shut him up,” Zolar snapped while both hands were pulling back on the throttle as it vibrated out of control.

“He’s scared,” Jupel added, while he tried unsuccessfully to reach for the throttle that was vibrating in front of him. He struggled to assist Zolar, but even with the two of them at the helm, getting the spacecraft under control was almost impossible.

“Grab the throttle, damn it! Help me.”

Jupel took a deep breath and then with both hands grabbed the throttle firmer and with feet on the panel in front of him he pulled back on the controls. Finally, with his right hand, he reached for the panel in front of him, punched in a few numbers, and then worked frantically to help Zolar regain control of the craft. The spacecraft careened around protruding rock formations, did a complete one-eighty, and flew back in the direction they had just come.

* * *

Meanwhile at the Area 51 Facility, in the radar room, the technician was busy reading a girlie magazine with his feet up on the console, eating a candy bar while drinking a wine cooler. He had not had his eyes on the monitor in a while as he turned the pages of the magazine. Rock-n-roll music played loudly in the background. On the monitor, the struggling speck came suddenly into view. Once it was within the fifty-mile limit of the facility, the warning buzzer sounded, and the technician finally took notice.

The technician quickly sat up, sending the candy bar and wine cooler flying into the radar screen, causing it to short-circuit. It sent sparks flying in every direction. The technician quickly reached for the phone.

* * *

The spacecraft was almost under control, but then suddenly a rock formation came into view, and the craft quickly spun into a dead man’s roll as its occupants feverishly struggled with the controls. In the distance, the adult movie station came into view, and within an instant, the craft veered up, but not soon enough. The satellite dish that sat on top of the station roof was struck ever so lightly by the spacecraft, causing it to teeter and then fall into the station as the spacecraft still careened out into the desert. Unknown to the occupants of the spaceship, the dish had damaged the navigational rigging, making it impossible to control the spacecraft.

* * *

The two technicians were still going at it, as the monitor in the distance showed static across the screen. All around the two technicians, the station was disintegrating, and luckily, they were in the only room surrounded by cinder block walls. Their moans were louder as the dish came crashing into the studio, causing the outside wall to collapse. The two engineers collapsed into exhaustion. There was total silence as the dish with all its trailing debris rested on the studio floor. The only structure still intact was the room the two technicians were in. Open desert could be seen where a wall once stood.

* * *

Bobby followed the camel spider as it sought shelter somewhere on the desert floor, still under the influence of a drug-induced high.

“Oh, to be in your arms, Shelby Lynn, and smell the sweet scent of jasmine as you float by…”

And suddenly, as if waking from his stupor, he glanced up in time to see the spacecraft careening at him but then it suddenly veered up and disappeared a moment.

* * *

Zolar struggled with the controls. Finally, the throttle stopped vibrating, and the craft zoomed closer to the desert floor, and then suddenly zoomed up. She turned to Jupel.

“That was close. Increase the power to the cloaking matrix,” Zolar ordered.

Jupel turned to her quickly after reading the various gauges. “Systems are failing,” he said anxiously.

Zolar yelled, “I need power!”

“I’m trying.”

Jupel worked feverishly to reconfigure the power module as Z-42 whimpered, cowering in the cage at Jupel’s feet. Zolar braced herself for what was to come as the craft did a three-sixty and quickly bounced off the desert floor like a rock skipping across still waters.

* * *

At the facility at Area 51, “Cammo dudes” in their white and gray camouflage uniforms scurried around preparing themselves for an assault. They had weapons drawn as they hurried toward their white Jeep Cherokees. The man in charge, Colonel Crimshaw, a seasoned military officer, rushed out of the headquarters. He jumped behind the wheel of his Jeep, with a Cammo dude in the passenger seat. A Cammo dude took out the map and was about to unfold it when the Colonel reached over and grabbed it out of the young man’s hand. The Colonel revealed the plan while he started the Jeep, quickly shifted it into gear, and took off.

All the while, his passenger was frantically watching the road that zoomed by. The Colonel was driving blind as he studied the map while driving the Jeep.

Following the Colonel's Jeep was a caravan of ten white Jeeps. They followed him blindly because he was their leader and that was what they did, without question.

CHAPTER 3

Bobby stood up on the barren rock looking up into the bright sun that blinded him for an instant. In the distance, the spacecraft could be seen careening out of control. It hit the desert floor, sending a cloud of dirt flying into the air in every direction as it then bounced up, rolling and kicking up debris. It smashed small bushes in its wake until finally, the craft came to a sudden stop about fifty feet from where Bobby stood.

Bobby, still dazed by the blinding sun, just stood there and focused his vision in front of him. He watched the crash as if it was on a big-screen TV and did not move or jump out of its way. He just laughed and nodded his head while watching it come to a screeching halt twenty feet in front of him.

“Cool landing,” he laughed to himself.

Bobby quickly jumped off the rock and walked over to where the spacecraft had come to rest. Once he reached the craft, he turned and looked at it in awe. The shiny metal just sat silently on the desert floor. Bobby slowly walked over to what looked like a door as it suddenly opened in front of him.

Jupel stormed out in a huff, not looking where he was going. His attention was on Zolar, who stood near the opening in the craft. Jupel shook his head in disbelief.

“Women drivers!” Jupel snapped.

“It wasn’t my fault,” Zolar said in her defense.

Jupel stopped and turned around, almost bumping into Bobby, who was standing in a hallucinogenic state. Jupel was startled for a moment and then just snapped his fist to his chest, a greeting used by his planet to greet a stranger.

“Take me to your leader,” Jupel said with authority.

Bobby looked at him, taken aback for a moment. He just stared at Jupel for the longest time. Bobby then snapped his fist to his chest and saluted Jupel. He didn’t know what else to do. Watching the news clips of the Star Trek Convention, he was aware that a lot of Star Trek followers were on their way to the convention center for the events that were scheduled all that month.

In the spacecraft beyond Bobby’s view, Zolar stood, looking at Jupel standing in front of Bobby. Zolar did not see Bobby. She was still angry with Jupel and picked up a piece of debris lying on the craft floor. She flung it at Jupel, hitting him in the back of the head. Jupel collapsed to his knees in front of Bobby and fell face down on to the desert floor. Blood slowly seeped out of the wound on the back of his head.

Zolar was startled when she suddenly saw Bobby standing in front of Jupel with is arm still on his chest. She stared for a moment at the blood seeping out of the wound on Jupel’s head and then looked up at Bobby before collapsing herself.

Bobby just stared at the two aliens on the ground in their silver space suits and then said

“Cool.”

Z-42 quickly ran out of the craft and up to Bobby. He barked as he ran in circles around Bobby’s feet. Bobby bent down to pet the anxious animal while the dog licked Bobby’s hand eagerly.

* * *

Bobby busied himself with sagebrush, covering up the path the spacecraft left behind on the desert floor. Once that was done, he picked up dead branches and sagebrush and covered the spacecraft in a feeble attempt to hide it from view. It served the purpose, as anyone driving by would have to know what he was looking for to notice the spacecraft. Given the brilliance of the hot desert sun that usually played tricks on the eyes, Bobby felt confident it would be safe until he could get back to fetch it for his Star Trek friends that had emerged from the craft.

Bobby walked over to his Chevy convertible and hopped in. He glanced into the backseat at Zolar and Jupel, still out cold. Bobby turned the key on the ignition and then looked at the dog sitting obediently near the spacecraft. Bobby whistled for the dog, then opened his door. Z-42 ran over to the car and jumped up onto Bobby’s lap. Then Bobby quickly put the car in gear. He drove onto Highway 375, and finally headed for home.

* * *

The caravan of white Jeep Cherokees sped along Highway 375 following their leader Colonel Crimshaw, who hung onto the steering wheel anxiously. The driver’s window was open, sending air current through the vehicle while the Cammo dude in the passenger seat struggled with the flopping map and had difficulty pinpointing where the spacecraft landed.

“Are we going in the right direction?” Colonel Crimshaw snapped angrily.

“If you’d stop, I could check the coordinates and know for sure,” the Cammo dude replied.

Finally, with frustration, the Cammo dude just crinkled up the map and tossed it out of the window. It was useless to try to read it given the present circumstances, and if the Colonel wanted to stop and pick up the map, he would make an honest attempt to try to find the landing site.

The Colonel turned to the Cammo dude. “That was childish of you.”

“I can’t read the map with the windows down, so what was the use.”

“Now what?” the Colonel snapped.

“Your guess is as good as mine.”

The Colonel looked over at the Cammo dude and glared. If this were a regular army he would have had the man court-martialed and shot, but this was EG&G Security, and none of the men were seasoned soldiers. He turned back to the road and saw a convertible coming toward them.

Bobby breathed deeply when he saw the convoy coming his way. He had seen the Cammo dudes before when he got too close to the Area 51 Facility but never this many in one spot. He quickly pulled over to the side of the road.

“This doesn’t look good.” Bobby turned to Z-42, who was lying on the seat next to him.

Bobby glanced in the back seat and then grabbed a blanket off the floor to cover Zolar and Jupel, who were still in their space suits. Z-42 barked at Bobby. Bobby, in turn, pointed a finger at the animal.

“Chill out.”

Bobby took something out of his pocket and fed it to Z-42. The dog looked at Bobby, his ears flopped back, and then Z-42 curled up in a little ball and shut his eyes. Bobby looked up at the caravan that was coming down the highway. He waved his hand as the Colonel’s Jeep came closer to him. Bobby quickly glanced into the backseat. The blanket covering the two aliens apparently in place, he knew what he was doing could get him in trouble. He turned to the Jeep in front of him.

Colonel Crimshaw stopped the Jeep, glancing at Bobby with curiosity. Bobby got out of the car and hurried over to the white Jeep Cherokee. He looked back at his convertible for a moment, but that was all he saw. There was no movement in the backseat or from Z-42.

Bobby walked up to Colonel Crimshaw. “Cool color!” Bobby said, looking at the long line of Jeeps in front of him.

“What do you want? We’re in a hurry,” Colonel Crimshaw snapped as he turned to the Cammo dude next to him.

Bobby looked up at the sky. “I saw something a while back.”

The Colonel was immediately interested as he leaned closer to Bobby. “Did you see if it landed?” he asked quickly.

Bobby pointed in the opposite direction of where he just came. “Near old Miller’s mine,” Bobby relayed.

The Cammo dude next to the Colonel was about to say something, but the Colonel quickly motioned him to be quiet. The Colonel then turned back to Bobby.

“Are you sure?”

“I was sitting in the desert. It came out of the sky like a rocket. I saw it swerve up, but then it came back down.”

“The radar confirmed it veered off before landing,” the Cammo dude added.

Bobby glanced over at the man. “Cool uniform.”

Before Bobby could say more, Colonel Crimshaw put the Jeep quickly into gear, made a U-turn, and then pulled away, followed by the convoy. Bobby stood in their dusty wake. He turned and walked back to the convertible.

CHAPTER 4

Bobby drove through an old gate and down a long dusty drive that led up to a large ranch that in its heyday put the Ewing ranch from Dallas to shame. It had been rumored that his grandfather, Elmer Judd, won big at the tables years earlier, but no one in the family talked about Elmer’s gambling habits. It was a subject that was taboo, given Elmer never gambled after that. Some say he cheated at the tables and if he ever showed up again at any of the big casinos on the Strip, it would be the last time anyone would ever see him. No matter what, his gambling days were over.

Bobby parked his convertible by the front entrance. Once Bobby turned off the engine Mario Lanza, America’s tenor who was famous for his singing back in the forties and fifties could be heard singing “Santa Lucia” loudly in the background.

Bobby glanced up, shaking his head. “Oh, Grandpa, can’t you find something else to listen too?”

Slowly Zolar and Jupel finally woke from their stupor. Jupel, who had been lying across Zolar’s lap, sat up nervously when realizing he had been in personal contact with Zolar. He stared at Bobby in the front seat as Bobby was still looking up into the sky. Jupel looked up to see what he was looking at but saw nothing. Z-42 howled from the loud Mario Lanza music.

“What have you done?” Jupel commanded.

Bobby turned to Z-42 quickly. “Spot will be all right,” Bobby laughed while turning. “It’s the music.”

“Spot?” Jupel said with a puzzled look on his face. “I like that.” He turned to Bobby. “Are you taking us to your leader?”

“You mean Gramps?” Bobby said, laughing aloud.

“He is your leader?” Zolar snapped, taking command of the situation from Jupel.

Bobby was still in a daze from the drugs and just stared at the two aliens. “Yeah, you could call him that.”

Bobby got out of the car with Spot at his side. He turned back to the two in the backseat and motioned for them to follow him as he leaned the car seat forward to let them out.

Jupel turned to Zolar, who just shrugged, not sure what to do. Zolar slowly got up and stepped out of the car carefully. Jupel followed reluctantly, all the while watching Bobby closely for fear he would do something to harm them.

Bobby just turned and walked up the path to the house, with the two aliens following close behind him.

Once all three were in the house, they stood at the entrance, with the aliens looking around at the décor. To the right was the living room where Elmer Judd, an old rancher past his prime, who was sitting at the computer. Elmer was busy surfing the Internet. Mario Lanza belting out his rendition of “Danny Boy” was being piped through the audio system that went throughout the house. Elmer was researching pharmaceutical companies and clicked on the enter key on the computer to send Viagra to his shopping cart. Elmer quickly clicked on the quick shopping button and, within a second, his order was on the way. Elmer hurriedly turned the computer off, looked up at Bobby, and smiled sheepishly while hoping no one was paying attention to what he had just done.

“You’re home early.”

“Hi, Gramps.”

Jupel turned to Bobby. “Your leader is called Gramps?”

Bobby just shook his head and looked at Zolar. “Follow me.”

“Shouldn’t we talk to your leader first?” she asked, knowing the chain of command.

“Gramps doesn’t have anything to say to you unless you want to discuss his Mario Lanza collection.”

Jupel turned to Zolar. “Mario Lanza, is he the leader?”

Bobby ignored the request, shaking his head. He just turned and motioned for them to follow him. He hurried up the stairs. Jupel looked at Zolar and shrugged his shoulders. They followed Bobby up the stairs slowly. Jupel stopped a moment and then turned back to Elmer before he was out of view. Jupel gave him a quick salute not wanting to show disrespect.

Elmer on the other hand looked a little puzzled and then returned the salute.

Jupel quickly followed the other two up the stairs and down the long hallway. As they got closer to the door, Bobby was standing in front of, Zolar and Jupel stopped and looked at the family pictures gracing the walls. Some were from years back. A few were recent pictures of a woman holding a baby.

“That’s me if you are wondering,” Bobby said and then turned and walked into the room. “You guys can have this room. There are some clothes in the closet. We use this room for storage, so you should find something that fits.” Bobby turned to Jupel, looking him up and down. “We’re about the same size.”

Jupel appeared puzzled for a moment. Bobby motioned with his hand, his body versus Jupel’s body. Jupel then figured out what Bobby had just said and shook his head that he understood.

“Same size, yes.”

Bobby then turned to Zolar. “I’m not so sure about you, though.”

“Same size,” Zolar repeated.

Bobby glanced at Zolar's voluptuous curves. He always thought his Aunt Jenny had a nice looking body, but nothing compared to Zolar’s curves. It might just have been the space suit she wore, but he sure was feeling the heat from looking at her.

He wet his lips and then finally whispered, “No, I don’t think so.”

Bobby walked to the door. Jupel and Zolar were about to follow when Bobby turned back to them and held up his hand. “Stay here.”

Jupel turned to Zolar and held up his hand. “Stay.”

Bobby walked out of the room while the two aliens remained in the position they were in, not moving an inch for fear something would happen if they moved.

Bobby walked into the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. He searched the bottles until he found the iodine and then he grabbed the washcloth off the rack and wet it down. Bobby turned and walked out and quickly went to the hall closet. He searched through the women’s clothes that hung there. He grabbed a few garments and put them on his arm. He was unsure whether any would fit Zolar, but anything would be better than the Star Trek clothes they were currently wearing.

When Bobby walked back in the room, Zolar and Jupel were still frozen in the same stance that he left them in. Bobby shook his head in disbelief, not sure if the two were playing with a full deck or just messing with him.

“You can move now,” he said in frustration.

Jupel and Zolar start moving again as if nothing had transpired. Bobby watched them with curiosity. He handed Zolar the washcloth and iodine. She just looked at the items, not knowing what to do with them.

Bobby motioned to Jupel’s head. “You can take care of your friend’s wound.” He gestured with his hands on what she should do.

Zolar just looked at him with a frown on her brow. “Wound,” was all she managed to say, not knowing what he meant finally.

Bobby pointed to the back of Jupel’s head. “The cut.”

Bobby then tossed the dress on the bed and turned back to Zolar. “You don’t talk much.”

Jupel turned to Bobby. “I am the translator,” he replied.

Bobby looked at Zolar and then to Jupel. “Translator for what?” It puzzled Bobby. He just shook his head and figured these two space cadets were in play acting mode for the convention.

“Your language?” Jupel said with his hands raised as if Bobby should understand.

Bobby knew the Star Trek convention attracted some weird people, but he never realized just how far they carried their characterization. In all the time he lived in Las Vegas, he never actually bought into the whole Star Trek or alien mode of thinking. Now he wished he had because it would make understanding these two a little easier.

“You’re not from around here, are you?” Bobby asked.

Jupel looked at Bobby with curious eyes. “No, we are from…”

Before Jupel could continue, Zolar quickly poked him in the ribs and motioned him to be silent. Until they determined how friendly the earth creatures were, they would have to play along with this game, at least until they found out where their spacecraft was taken. Zolar sensed this Earth creature meant them no harm, but for now, they would take it slow and follow his lead and do what he told them to do. At this point, they were at his mercy, and at least he sheltered them from the G2V star that heated the planet’s surface.

Once Bobby was confident that the two understood what he meant, he quickly left them to care for their own needs. He went downstairs to see if Elmer had any concerns about their visitors.

CHAPTER 5

Colonel Crimshaw drove down the long dusty road that seemed like it went on forever. The convoy of Jeeps left a dusty trail that hung heavy in the still desert air. As they approached a sign that read “No Trespassing, Miller’s Mine,” the Colonel turned to the Cammo dude sitting in the passenger seat.

“Seems a bit out of the way.”

“I told you way back. I thought this was in the wrong direction. Are you sure the boy said Miller’s Mine?”

“You doubting me?”

“No. However, looking at these coordinates. I’d say we’re twenty miles from where the craft should have landed.

“Why didn’t you say something,” the Colonel snapped.

“I did, but you wouldn’t listen.”

The Colonel just gave the Cammo dude a look that told him not to argue the point. The Colonel may not have always been right, but he was never wrong. The kid said Miller’s Mine and that was where they would search for the alien craft.

Once the Colonel’s Jeep stopped in front of the old mine shaft, he got out. Following his lead, all the Cammo dudes exited their vehicles and glanced around with puzzled looks on their faces. They all received the coordinates that the Cammo dude in the Colonel’s Jeep received, and one didn’t have to be a genius to know they were nowhere near where the craft should have landed. But no one dared question the Colonel and his decisions. Like all good soldiers, they followed their leader with blind adulation.

The Colonel looked around angrily and then barked orders at the Cammo dude leader, “Have your men search the area!”

“But…” the Cammo dude leader tried to argue the order, but it was useless.

“Do as I say,” the Colonel snapped.

The Cammo dude leader barked orders at his men. They reluctantly obeyed the command like good soldiers. One climbed up a ridge where he had a bird’s-eye view of the area. He looked around the area and once there, as all suspected, there was no indication that anything had landed. The pay was the same whether they saw anything or not, so they all did as they were told and no one questioned the orders given.

* * *

Bobby quickly descended the steps into the living room and sat with Elmer, keeping him company. It did not take long till he heard movement on the stairs. He glanced up in time to see Zolar and Jupel, who just stood at the top of the stairs. Jupel had on blue jeans with a Nevada State sweat-shirt and looked like an all-American kid with his blond hair and blue eyes. Zolar, on the other hand, appeared somber and not in the best of moods in an oversized housedress. Zolar nudged Jupel, who mimicked Bobby and bounced down the stairs. Zolar just shook her head and walked down the stairs reluctantly. Although the housedress hung loosely, one could see the well-formed body underneath the colorful print of the garment. It was hard for Bobby not to stare at her as she descended the stairs.

Bobby stood up for a moment. He pointed to the couch and quickly said, “Sit.” Bobby did not know what else to do and knew that by giving them simple commands, they tended to understand and listen to him more.

Jupel walked over to the couch followed by Zolar. They both promptly plopped down in unison. The two sat staunchly erect with hands on their knees as if they were at some sort of military attention.

“If you are hungry, there’s candy,” Bobby pointed to the candy dish on the coffee table. “Help yourself.”

Jupel looked at the dish and then reached over and took a piece of chocolate. He examined the colorful coating that covered the tiny piece of chocolate, turning it around in his fingers. Finally, he put it in his mouth. He turned to Zolar with a pleased smile and then grabbed a handful of the candies and stuffed them in his mouth.

“Are you hungry?” Bobby asked, laughing at Jupel.

With his mouth full, Jupel managed to get out, “This is good.”

Zolar stared at Jupel. She took a piece of the candy and slowly put it in her mouth. She too had a look of pleasure on her face as she reached in and then grabbed a handful of the chocolates, and stuffed them into her mouth. They both sat with their mouths full of candy.

Elmer just watched them with interest. He turned to Jupel and then Zolar, who had their mouths coated with chocolate. Elmer finally turned to Bobby with a curious look.

“Your friends are hungry?” Elmer asked.

Bobby turned to Zolar and Jupel as they both grabbed up another handful of candy. Neither seemed to have any control over their desire for more of the sweet delight. Bobby motioned to his tummy. Jupel shook his head no while Zolar turned to Jupel and then looked up with her the mouth stuffed and shook her head no also. She grabbed more candy and stuffed it in her mouth.

Elmer turned to Bobby. “Have your friends been smoking some of that wild weed?”

Bobby shrugged innocently. He did not know how to explain to Gramps his friends crashing into the desert in their flying saucer. Also, given his history of smoking weed, he did not think anyone would believe him at this point. Nevertheless, the fact remained that the two aliens had stepped out of that craft and they were sitting here on the couch. Once he brought the spacecraft to the ranch, he would either have proof that there was life beyond Earth or that the people coming to the convention were becoming more sophisticated in their travels.

Bobby turned back to the two sitting staunchly on the couch with their hands on their knees, looking straight ahead, their mouths all covered with chocolate. The candy dish was empty and would remain that way for a while, as Bobby did not know how to control the two when it came to the chocolate delight or how he would explain the situation to Elmer, or Jenny for that matter once she got home from work.

They sat in the living room for a good hour, no one speaking just sitting there staring at each other, Finally, it was the sound of the old beat-up station wagon of his Aunt Jenny pulling up to the ranch that caused Bobby to finally get up and look out the window. His biggest fear was now realized. His aunt had let him stay at the ranch to bring some normalcy to his life. However, as hard as she tried, he fought every attempt. Granted, he didn’t want to go back and live with his mother and her many boyfriends. Bobby just didn’t like the restrictions Aunt Jenny imposed on his life, no matter how well intended they were. He did not know how he would explain the two sitting on the couch with his straitlaced aunt, and time was running out fast. He took a deep breath and waited for what he knew would soon come.

It did not take long for the front door to swing open. Jenny stormed in. Her face, crimson red, almost matched the ketchup stains on her uniform. Her eyes narrowed when she saw Bobby standing in front of the two visitors, still sitting staunchly on the couch with their hands on their knees and their faces covered in chocolate. Jenny, not wanting to embarrass Bobby in front of his friends, walked over to the kitchen door and motioned Bobby to follow her. Her jaw muscles tightened.

Bobby knew that whatever it was that got her upset would not be good. Jenny was usually soft-spoken, but when her feathers were ruffled, she could tie into you with the best of them, and she always seemed to have a valid argument when it came to him and his schooling. It was just the school had become boring lately, and he just did not have it in him to sit through classes taught by teachers with no regard to passing on knowledge that made sense. But who was he to question their methods?

By the time Bobby walked into the kitchen, Jenny was opening the refrigerator and grabbing the can of soda. She flipped the lid and then took a quick drink. When Bobby walked in, she slammed the can on the counter and stared at him for the longest time without speaking, which made him more uncomfortable.

“The school called me today at work,” she snapped, looking at him for a sign of remorse.

“Yeah,” Bobby said with indifference. As much as he liked his aunt, he was not going to let her rule his life. He did not want to be as defiant as he always was with his mother. For some reason, he always found it difficult to find a happy medium.

“They wanted to know where you were.”

“What did you tell them?”

“Is that all you have to say?”

“I care!”

“Oh. Then why weren’t you in school?”

Bobby hesitated a moment. “I was studying nature.” It was a lame excuse but the only one he could come up with on the fly. Truth be known, his teachers were lame excuses for educators. None of them cared about what they were teaching or that the students that they sent out into the world were unprepared for what was awaiting them. But then who was he to judge his elders? That was what caused him the most trouble.

“Bullshit,” Jenny said angrily and then pointed to the living room. “And who are those two space cadets out there and what were you doing today?”

“They aren’t space cadets,” Bobby snapped, and then walked closer to Jenny and whispered, “More like space travelers,” as if that would make her feel better about the company sitting in the living room.

Jenny looked puzzled and then shook her head in disbelief. “Who are they?” she asked, shaking her head. Granted, Jenny was not Bobby’s mother, but she was, in fact, responsible for him and did not take that task lightly. She especially did not like him associating with strangers and, given the convention in Las Vegas, there were plenty of aliens running around the area.

Bobby opened the fridge and pulled out a beer. Jenny quickly grabbed it out of his hand and then frowned. She put the beer back in the refrigerator and then turned and pointed at Bobby while laughing.

“You are not old enough for that.”

“But Mom,” he started to say. It was the wrong thing to bring up, and he regretted it now, but he knew once the words were spoken, it was too late.

“You do know their names, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” Bobby said and then hesitated a moment. “John and Jane Doe,” he said rolling his eyes, hoping Jenny was not watching him.

“What?” Jenny said, not quite believing what Bobby had just said.

“You heard of them?”

Jenny grabbed the soda off the counter and then guzzled the rest of the contents. “Like I said, space cadets.”

“They were in the desert walking because their vehicle broke down. They don’t have enough money to get it fixed.”

“And you brought them home.”

“What else was I to do?” Bobby said, raising his hands and shaking his head. “It seemed the only humane thing to do at the time.” Bobby knew his aunt was an old softy when it came to a sob story and only hoped she believed him.

“You could have taken them into town and dropped them off at the Salvation Army.”

“Why? We have plenty of room here on the ranch. Besides, it was closer than the town.”

“How long are they going to stay here?”

“Gramps said they were welcome to stay for as long as they needed.”

Bobby knew if he brought Elmer into this, Jenny would not assert herself. It was his ranch, and they all stayed there because Elmer did not object. Even though Jenny was his daughter and was technically caring for him, it was Elmer’s decision who lived with him.

“Dad met them?” Jenny asked with a surprised look on her face.

“Yeah, when we first arrived. He likes them too.”

“You know he’s not playing with a full deck, so that remark means nothing to me.”

Jenny tossed the can into the garbage and then stormed out of the room, leaving Bobby sweating bullets. He knew Jenny was upset and now he had to think fast before she caught on who they were. The last thing he needed was the jerks from Area 51 coming and taking the two space travelers. Bobby quickly followed Jenny out of the room.

Jenny stood in front of John and Jane sitting on the couch. Spot ran over and started barking at Jenny.

“What the hell is going on in here?”

John looked up. “We were welcomed,” he said as he looked up with his hands still on his knees.

Jenny appeared frustrated. “I don’t doubt that. But who let the dog in?”

“You mean Spot,” Bobby said quickly before either of the two aliens could speak.

Jenny glanced at the dog, whose solid black fur did not have a trace of a spot on it. She turned to Bobby and just stared at him for an indication of what was behind calling the dog spot. She knew things were not adding up and the more Bobby talked, the bigger the hole was getting.

“Spot?” she mocked with a puzzled look. “Leave it to Bobby to have friends like this,” Jenny said under her breath.

Spot sat, while his tail wagged back and forth. Jenny shooed Spot away from her foot. The dog finally got up and walked over to the sofa. He lay down at John’s feet. Jenny stared at the two on the couch and then down at the dog. All she could do was shake her head. Making an issue of this with Bobby was useless. Once Elmer agreed to let them stay, she would have to just back off and let the situation play out, as she had done all her life.

As frustrated as she was, Jenny finally just turned and hurried up the stairs. There would be time later to deal with their visitors. Right then she had a headache and needed some relief, and only distancing herself from the chaos would get her that relief.

CHAPTER 6

Jenny was at the stove, stirring the pot of spaghetti sauce. She opened the oven and glanced at the cookie sheet filled with meatballs. Quickly Jenny tested one. When she was sure it was fully cooked, she took the pan out of the oven and then spooned the meatballs into the sauce. Once the water on the other burner started boiling Jenny took the salt out of the cupboard, poured a little into the boiling water, and then tested the water to make sure it tasted like seawater. When she was confident the right amount of salt was added, she dumped in the small box of spaghetti noodles. Jenny stirred the water for a minute until all the noodles were submerged and she was sure they were not stuck together. She turned on the timer.

While Jenny cooked, Bobby reluctantly set the table. He knew Jenny was upset with him, but he was not aware how to tell her he was sorry for skipping school. All his life Bobby would do things spontaneously and not worry about the results. He did not know what had gotten into him that morning when he woke up. School was the last thing he wanted to do, and before he knew it, he was driving out into the desert where, as fate would have it, he met the space travelers. For him, it was destiny that he was out there. If not for him, the Cammo dudes would surely have captured John and Jane and taken their spacecraft to their Area 51 facility, and no one would have been the wiser.

Elmer walked in and sat at the head of the table. He said nothing for the longest time and just watched Jenny and Bobby busying themselves around the kitchen.

Jenny turned to Bobby. “Dinner is almost ready,” she said and then motioned to the living room. “You better get your friends.”

Bobby walked out of the room while Jenny turned to Elmer. “Why did you permit him to let them stay when you don’t know anything about those two?” she asked.

Elmer just shook his head. “Sure, there’s juice. Check the fridge.”

“No, I said those two,” Jenny snapped while pointing to the living room. “Do you know anything about them?”

Bobby walked in with John and Jane just then. All three stopped for an instant and stared at Jenny. Jenny looked embarrassed, and just turned back to the stove and stirred the boiling pot.

“I was curious,” is all she said in her defense.

“Curious?” John asked.

“She wanted to know where you came from,” Bobby said, trying to defend Jenny. He was aware that his aunt meant well. He found it odd that when he told the truth, people found it difficult to believe him.

John spoke up. “We came from…”

Jane hit John on the back of the head. She looked at him in a way that told him not to say more.

Bobby quickly stepped forward. “They were on their way to the Star Trek Convention Center.”

“They got one of those going on again?” Jenny asked. Things always got strange when they held one of those because funny people from all over the country flocked to the convention center and the surrounding areas.

“Yeah, in Vegas. It’s been on all the stations.”

“Widow Megas has been calling me again?”

Bobby turned to Elmer and shook his head and wondered what that had to do with the Star Trek Convention in Vegas.

“Widow Megas? You got the hots for her again, Gramps?” Bobby asked.

Jenny looked at Elmer and then shouted. “We’re talking about Bobby’s friends,” as she pointed to Jane and John. “They are going to Vegas.”

“Why is everyone yelling,” Elmer snapped while arranging his silverware on his placemat. He then looked up innocently.

Jenny quickly turned to Bobby. “Did you get the batteries for his hearing aid?” Jenny asked.

Bobby just squinted. He did not have to answer, as Jenny knew by his gesture that he had forgotten all about picking them up after school. Because actually, he never made it to school, so why would he remember the batteries.

Jane turned to John quickly. “Translation,” is all she said.

John just looked puzzled. “You want me to translate that.”

Bobby motioned to Jane and John to sit down. He pointed to the table. “We’ll be eating soon,” he said motioning with his hand as if scooping food into his mouth.

“Eating?” Jane asked with a curious look on her face.

Bobby again motioned with his hand as if putting things in his mouth and could tell by the look on Jane’s face she now understood.

“Ohhh. Supplying nutrients to the bodily function,” Jane said nodding her head in agreement. “That is acceptable.”

Jane walked over to the table. She sat down and then put her hands on her knees as she had done in the living room. John looked at her a moment and then followed her lead. They both sat there and stared up at Jenny as if waiting for her to serve them.

Jenny turned to Bobby and motioned to the two sitting at the table. “Do they have to watch me like that?”

Bobby reached into a drawer and grabbed a crossword puzzle book and pen out of the drawer. He handed the items to John.

“Here, this ought to keep you busy for a while,” he said and then turned back to Jenny. “Happy now?” He could have bit his tongue, as he did not mean it to sound so sarcastic.

“How did they get here?” Jenny asked, looking at John. She truly wanted to know more about the two strangers who would be living under their roof for who knew how long.

John was about to answer, but Bobby cut him off quickly. “Their vehicle broke down.”

“Mechanical problems,” John said, nodding his head and then turned and gave an accusing look at Jane.

John glanced down at the crossword book and opened it to a full-page crossword puzzle. He picked up the pen and started working the crossword puzzle. John quickly filled in the little blocks almost without thinking. In a few minutes, he had the majority of the puzzle complete.

Jenny just watched him, wondering if he was putting in the correct answers. She turned to Bobby. He too was looking at John meticulously filling in the crossword puzzle.

“I didn’t see any vehicle outside,” Jenny remarked as she turned to Bobby.

“I’ve got to go out into the desert and pick it up tomorrow morning.”

Jenny pointed to Bobby. “You’re going to school in the morning.

Bobby raised his hands. “Okay. I’ll get Chet’s tow truck and get their car and drop it off here before school tomorrow.”

“You’ve got to graduate,” Jenny said. “I promised your mother that if she let you stay with Dad and me, we would make sure you finished high school.

“It’s so annoying,” Bobby argued.

“Well, your mother had you transferred here so that you can get the diploma. I don’t care how you get it, just get it.”

“It was all a misunderstanding, and you know it.”

“Yeah, right! You didn’t mean to blow up the west wing of the school. Just a slight miscalculation,” Jenny said, trying not to laugh. “What’s the matter? Didn’t you read the Unabomber’s manual correctly?”

John stood up and handed Bobby the crossword puzzle book with the page open to the puzzle he had just completed. Bobby and Jenny just stared at John in disbelief.

“That was good,” Bobby said, glancing at the clock on the wall. “Took you all of two minutes.”

“Where did you say they came from?” Jenny asked.

“With that brain, certainly not Vegas.

Jenny stared curiously at John and Jane as she put the spaghetti in a serving bowl and then set it on the table. She took the garlic bread out of the oven and put it on a platter. Bobby quickly walked over to the fridge, grabbed the pitcher of fresh lemonade, and set it on the table.

Elmer picked up the bowl of spaghetti and then dished himself up a big helping. He passed the bowl to Bobby, who in turn handed it to John.

John followed what Bobby had done with the food, and once the spaghetti was on his plate, he stared at the meatballs and long noodles. Bobby picked up his fork and slowly worked the noodles, with his spoon turning the fork. John mimicked him and then put the big ball of noodles into his mouth. His eyes bulged as his taste buds savored the food.

Jane was a little more reluctant to eat the strange-looking food. She moved the meatball around her plate with her fork as if playing with her food.

Bobby tapped her foot to get her attention and then he showed her how to cut the meatball with her fork and then stick the piece in her mouth.

Jenny just watched the exchange with curiosity. She looked at Bobby and knew there was something he was not telling her but did not have it in her to pry it out of him just yet. Once they were alone, she would find out the truth about these strangers.

* * *

After dinner was finished, John and Jane walked back into the living room. Both sat down on the couch with hands on their knees. Even though they had just eaten, they both stared at the empty candy dish but said nothing.

Jenny and Bobby finished cleaning up the kitchen and walked into the living room where their guests were sitting. Jenny turned to Bobby.

“How long are they staying?” she asked.

“Day or two,” Bobby said, shrugging. In all actuality, he wasn’t sure, and it all depended on what was wrong with their craft.

“If it’s any longer, they get jobs,” Jenny snapped.

“Doing what?”

“We could always use another waitress down at the Little A’Lee’Inn.”

“John could fly for Southwest Airlines,” Bobby quipped.

Jenny laughed and then moved closer to Bobby and looked at his pupils.

“Just checking. Where did you say the two broke down?”

“I didn’t,” Bobby responded.

“You get their vehicle in for repairs,” she said and then pointed to Bobby. “I want those two out of here.”

The door suddenly opened, and in walked Misty Drews, Bobby’s mother. Bobby’s mouth dropped. This only complicated an already bad situation. She has reddish-blonde hair piled high on her head, giving new meaning to the term “big hair.” Misty tried to strut with five-inch stiletto heels. Her black spandex slacks bulged at the hips, and the pink angora sweater only exaggerated a body badly out of shape. Jenny and Bobby appeared surprised, as Misty had not attempted to visit Bobby since he moved in with Jenny months earlier.

Misty strutted in with arms outstretched as she hurried over to Bobby. “No kiss for your dearest Mommy?”

Bobby just rolled his eyes. “What are you doing here?” he asked in a snippy way that surprised Jenny.

Misty quickly reached in her oversized shoulder purse and handed Bobby the stack of mail. “I thought you might want your mail. The SAT scores came in the mail last month.”

“I’ve been calling you all month looking for it.”

Misty tossed Bobby the envelope. He had been calling Misty almost every day and leaving messages to see if he had received his scores, and almost gave up on the idea of ever getting them. It angered him that she had been holding onto them for that long. Bobby quickly opened it and saw the score of 2400. Bobby raised his fist and then lowered it after looking at the perfect score.

“Life is good.”

“Maybe you can try to get into the community college,” Misty said as if trying to look as though she was saying something smart.

Bobby just laughed. “With this score, I’m a shoe-in for one of those Ivy League schools.”

“I always raised you to reach for the stars. But wouldn’t you learn more at a community college?”

Jenny looked at Misty as if not believing what she had just said. She turned to Bobby and took the sheet from him. She stared at it a moment and then shook her head.

“Answer me one thing. Did you guess at the answers or did you know the answers?”

“The questions were all so lame. Honestly, Jenny, I knew the answers, and I never guessed at any of them.”

“Then, now all you have to do is show up in high school so that you can graduate.”

While Jenny and Bobby were discussing his SAT score, Misty noticed John sitting on the couch. She walked over to where John was sitting and plopped down next to him. Misty put her hand on John’s thigh as she looked up at him longingly.

“And who do we have here?” she said as she wet her lips and twisted her shoulders as if to give John a better look at her heaving breast.

Bobby noticed the interest that Misty was taking in John. He quickly stepped forward and looked down at Misty on the couch.

“Back off, Mom. He’s a friend,” Bobby snapped.

“I was just being sociable,” Misty argued as she turned to John and smiled.

“We all know how sociable you can be.”

Misty squeezed the inner part of John’s thigh. John’s eyes widened, as he was suddenly aroused. Jane hit John on the back of the head.

“Why did you do that,” John said looking puzzled for a moment.

“Because of the look your facial muscles showed. It is unnatural.”

John was embarrassed while Misty continued to cozy up to him. Bobby just reached down, grabbed his mother’s arm, and pulled her up. He motioned her to sit on the chair on the other side of the end table, a fair distance from where John was sitting.

CHAPTER 7

Misty walked into the kitchen while Mario Lanza was playing loudly on a CD player on the counter. Elmer was at the table playing solitaire. Jenny walked over to the sink and picked up the dishrag while Misty walked over to the cassette player and snapped it off. Elmer just looked up and then continued playing solitaire.

“Aren’t we the picture of domesticity?” Misty snapped sarcastically.

“I did what had to be done, so keep the sarcasm to yourself. Someone has to take care of Dad.”

“He could have come to live with me.”

“And what were we going to do with the ranch?”

“Sell it. We certainly could use the money.”

“Not now,” Jenny said, motioning to her father and then turned to Misty. “Why are you really here?”

“I missed my boy,” Misty said while turning to the door. “Who are those two in the living room?”

“Their vehicle broke down. Bobby brought them home.”

“And you are letting them stay here!”

“They hardly look like Bonnie and Clyde,” Jenny argued.

“You never know.”

Jenny started washing down the counter. “They seem harmless enough.”

“The young man sure is, but that woman looks like she has a mean streak in her.”

“You leave John alone,” Jenny snapped and then paused a moment. “I think Jane has a thing for him.”

“Oh, they’re a couple?”

Jenny looked at Misty. “Duh!” she laughed. “They’re traveling together.

“Doesn’t mean anything. Besides, a girl has to keep her options open.”

“You are almost twice his age. Why don’t you pick on someone closer to your age.”

“I have no problem with having a boy toy.”

Jenny just shook her head while Misty pulled her sweater down. She strutted over to the table where Elmer was sitting and then looked up at Jenny.

“How’s Bobby doing in school?”

Jenny avoided looking at Misty. “He’s doing fine. Graduation is next month.”

Misty glanced over Elmer’s shoulder at his solitaire hand. He picked up a card when she reached over, pulled a card out of his hand, and laid it down.

“What Ma saw in you, Pa, I’ll never know?” Misty said as she shook her head.

Misty kissed the top of Elmer’s head. Jenny looked at her sternly. Misty just smiled while walking out of the room. Elmer got up slowly without saying a word and turned the cassette player back on.

* * *

The sky was a crimson shade of red mixed with yellows and oranges as the sun finally set on the horizon near the facility in Area 51. At dusk, the night vision goggles came out as standard equipment while sentries walked grounds in half-hour increments.

The radar technician tapped lightly on Colonel Crimshaw’s office door. He had seen his lights on for hours now and knew the Colonel was planning their next day’s search.

“Come in,” the Colonel barked.

The technician slowly opened the door and—like a scolded child—walked up to the Colonel’s desk. He had the map hidden behind his back.

“What is it? Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“Well, it’s about the search area today,” the technician said in hardly above a whisper. He knew from experience that the Colonel did not like being corrected so he would have to tread lightly on the error they made today when searching for the unidentified spacecraft at Miller’s Mine.

“Speak up, boy,” the Colonel commanded.

The technician set the map on the desk in front of the Colonel. “We were way off course,” he said.

“Yeah! You don’t have to tell me.”

“We should have been going in the other direction.”

“And whose fault was that?” the Colonel asked.

“I … I don’t know.”

“It was that damn kid.”

“But you had the coordinates. Why did you listen to him, then.”

“You questioning me, boy?”

“No. I’m just saying, why didn’t you look at the coordinates? You would have realized he was sending you off on a wild goose chase.”

“I know that now.”

The technician pointed to the map where it was triangulated where the craft possibly could have landed.

“We should start at this point and then extend our search southward if nothing shows up.”

The Colonel scratched his head. What the boy was saying made sense, but he wasn’t going to let a lowly radar technician show his superiority in map-reading skills over him. The Colonel took the map he was working on and put it on top of the technician’s map.

“This is what I’ve decided we will be working on tomorrow.”

The radar technician appeared puzzled. “But that’s still twenty miles south of the projected crash site.”

“How can you be certain of that?”

“The coordinates don’t lie.”

The radar technician shoved the map under the Colonel’s nose. “Granted, Miller’s Mine was off in this direction, but what you are suggesting is still not in the right area,” he said, pointing to the spot on the map.”

The Colonel tossed the map off the desk. “I don’t care, and it will not be mentioned in the log. You understand? The General doesn’t have to know.”

“What are we going to do?”

“We’ll go out in the morning and see if there is any evidence of a landing, in the area I have indicated,” he said, tapping his finger on the desk. “I’ll get my promotion if we can come up with a craft.”

“But, it’s still wrong.”

The radar technician saw the determination on the Colonel’s face and realized it was useless to argue. He slowly picked up the map and saluted the Colonel, then turned and left. Once outside the office he crinkled up the map and tossed it in the garbage can.

* * *

The desert sun slowly rose over the mountains in the distance, calling a start to a new day. Jane had been out doing calisthenics in the nude for at least a half-hour already. In the distance, a military helicopter flew just under the radar to get a bird’s-eye view of the surrounding area.

Jane finished her jumping jacks and then went to the clothesline pole and started doing chin-ups. Bobby came running out of the house with a blanket in hand. He hurried over to where Jane was doing her workout and quickly wrapped the blanket around her as the helicopter passed overhead.

“We don’t run around without clothes on,” Bobby said, trying not to look at Jane’s partially exposed breast.

“Why?”

“It can be distracting for some people.

Jane appeared puzzled as she looked down at her body and then shrugged.

“I don’t understand,” she said, looking at the helicopter as it flew away.

Jane took the blanket, positioned it around her body, and tucked the end under her armpit. She glanced at the five men hanging out of the helicopter to get a better look at her. It puzzled her, the interest they would have in observing her during her workout. She turned to Bobby with a curious look on her face.

“Trust me. In a town like this, you want to keep your clothes on.”

“Your species makes no sense the way your gender views mine.”

“In your world, aren’t men attracted to a woman’s body?” Bobby asked. He was curious that a woman with Jane’s body would not cause a stir in her world. He saw it in the way John acted around Jane.

“For what purpose?” she asked.

“For sex,” he quickly added and found himself kind of embarrassed for the first time to be talking about this with a woman. Having Misty for a mother had made him immune to topics of sex when it came to a woman’s body, but discussing it with Jane was a little different.

“Sex?”

“Procreation,” Bobby reiterated.

Jane walked over to the back door with the blanket still wrapped tightly around her body. Bobby just stood there watching her buttocks swaying with every step she took. She did not see her body as a distraction for the opposite sex. Jane turned to Bobby.

“Procreation is done in a lab on our planet. There is no need for the two genders to bond for this purpose.” Jane relayed this fact coolly.

This detail startled Bobby for a moment. Jane and John’s civilization seemed more advanced than the people on Earth, but to take away the pure pleasure of sex appeared to dehumanize its civilization. However, that was just his observation. Maybe that was the problem with Earth. They over thought the whole idea of procreation and sex.

“What a waste. Not everybody who…” he hesitated a moment. “Who bonds, does it to procreate.”

“Then what purpose would there be?” Jane asked curiously.

It had always been taboo to discuss this with someone of the opposite sex. For that matter, it was forbidden to discuss this subject with anyone, and she wondered why now.

“The joy of it,” Bobby said, shrugging his shoulders while looking away nervously.

“Joy?”

“Pleasure. From what I hear, it’s a most pleasant experience.”

“And why then have you not experienced it?” Jane asked. It puzzled her. That Bobby talked about it as being a pleasant experience yet he had not experienced that pleasure yet.

Bobby rolled his eyes. This conversation was more than he wanted to get into with someone of the opposite sex, but for some reason, Jane just would not give it up. Bobby was not a prude when it came to sex, and having Misty for a mother gave him a lot of insight into the opposite sex, that and her four marriages. He hadn’t enough experience in dealing with the opposite sex to his advantage. For some reason, he found it difficult to use this knowledge to his benefit now.

“For one thing, you have to have a willing participant.”

“Any you have not found a willing participant to bond with you, to experience this pleasure?”

“You have to love someone enough to want to do it with.”

“Do what?” Jane asked, not giving up on what Bobby was saying.

“Have sex. I mean, make love.”

“You are confusing me. Our elders decided frutons ago that it was unnatural for the bonding process to take place. If we are to work and cohabitate, we must not bond.”

“I think your elders took the fun out of life,” Bobby argued.

“Fun?” Jane asked. The more they talked, the more confused she was becoming.

“You don’t know what that is, either?

John walked out onto the porch. He watched Bobby and Jane walking toward him. Jane accidentally tripped, and the blanket dropped to the ground. John just stared at Jane and became somewhat aroused. It didn’t go unnoticed by Bobby.

Bobby laughed and turned to Jane. “I think John has some human in him.”

Jane picked up the blanket and wrapped it around herself again. She turned to Bobby. “Explain.”

Bobby just shook his head as he walked past John, who was staring at Jane as if seeing her for the first time.

“I’ve got to get your spacecraft before the Army finds it.”

Bobby hurried into the house, leaving John staring with his mouth open at Jane as she followed Bobby inside. Jane just purposely ignored him.

CHAPTER 8

Bobby had three hours before school started to get the spacecraft and make it back to the first period. Luckily he had been able to pick up the tow truck last evening after Chet’s gas station closed for the night. It made leaving early that morning much easier. And after his conversation with Jane that morning he could hardly wait to be away from her, for fear she would ask more questions about the pleasures of sex and his lack of experience in that field.

Getting the spacecraft was going to be an easy task. The hard part was concealing it from view while transporting it. The tarps Bobby brought did the trick, somewhat. The one factor in his favor and he was thankful for it was that the Star Trek Convention had everyone’s minds on people arriving for the convention. And with that, there was an assortment of weird-looking individuals and objects in the area. He only hoped anyone who saw him would think he was transporting a prop for the Convention Center.

As Bobby drove down Highway 375 listening to hard rock, his heart sank seeing the convoy of white Jeeps coming in his direction. He almost choked, thinking they were finally traveling in the right direction but too late to find the craft he was towing. Bobby glanced at the clock on the dash. There was an hour and fifteen minutes to get the spacecraft to the ranch and make it to school for the first period. It was cutting it close, but after yesterday, he knew Jenny would not accept another excuse for him missing or even being tardy today. Least of all picking up a marooned spacecraft from the desert as a pretext. That was almost as bad as the excuse of Spot eating his homework!

Bobby slunk down in the seat as the convoy lead by Colonel Crimshaw drove past him without event.

The Cammo dude next to the Colonel stared at the tow truck as it passed. He turned to the Colonel with a puzzled look on his face.

“Isn’t that the kid from yesterday?”

“Don’t be silly. He was driving a convertible,” the Colonel snapped in a way that belittled the man sitting next to him.

“I know what he was driving yesterday. But it looked like the same kid.”

The Colonel turned to the Cammo dude and shook his head. He was tired of the way this little punk always reminded him of things and felt the need to call him on it. Besides, what difference did it make if it was the same kid?

Unseen by the Colonel in the rearview mirror was that one of the pieces of canvas tarp had flown off the craft, revealing it for all to see.

Bobby quickly pulled into the ranch. He maneuvered the truck in front of the machine shed, then got out and opened the machine-shed doors. Jenny walked out of the house just then, but the alien craft behind the large tow truck was out of her view. Jenny waved to Bobby.

“Don’t forget school,” she said, pointing her finger at Bobby.

Bobby waved back. “I won’t.”

Bobby quickly got in the tow truck and backed the alien craft into the machine shed. As he unhooked the craft from the truck, a helicopter flew overhead. Bobby rushed to the door and looked up. The men hanging out of the chopper were not even looking in his direction. Instead, they were searching the backyard for another glimpse of Jane.

* * *

Colonel Crimshaw glanced at his map and then pulled off to the side of the road. He was a couple of hundred yards off the highway when he looked at the GPS in his hand and stopped near the rock that Bobby was sitting by the day earlier.

In the distance, the imprint of where the alien craft slid along the desert floor could be seen. There was a large crater of twenty feet in front of the rock that the Colonel stood looking at. The Colonel walked down the long path and saw the feeble attempt at hiding it with sage bushes that were scattered about. He just shook his head, wondering where it could have gone. He angrily kicked at the desert dirt when one of the Cammo dudes hurried over to where he was standing.

“We found tracks in the sand.”

“So,” the Colonel snapped.

“Someone tried to hide the fact it was anywhere near that hole, but we’re certain it was a large truck.”

The young Cammo dude who shared the Colonel’s Jeep stepped forward with a snide look on his face.

“Like maybe a tow truck,” he said, watching the Colonel to see his reaction.

“Well, yeah, I guess.”

The Colonel stomped past both men without saying a word. He jumped in the Jeep and sped off without waiting for the Cammo dude to get into the passenger seat. The Cammo dude turned to his comrade and snickered snidely as his friend asked,

“What’s the matter with him?”

“He doesn’t like being told, ‘I told you so,’” the young Cammo dude mocked.

Both men turned and looked down the long path the spacecraft had taken before landing in the crater in front of the rock they were standing near. The young Cammo dude looked down and saw a discarded joint. He just shook his head and laughed.

* * *

Bobby drove his convertible into the school parking lot. Other students were standing around in groups. Bobby quickly got out of his car and then reached in for the books lying in the back seat. As Bobby turned Matthew Bradley, one of the school jocks, bumped into Bobby, sending his books flying in all directions. Matthew’s friends looked at Bobby and then broke out laughing.

“Airhead klutz,” Matthew said with a smirk. He glanced at Bobby in a way that indicated his unfounded superiority over his classmate.

Bobby just turned around and held up his hands. “Hey, dude. It was an accident.”

Shelby Mall walked past the group of boys. Bobby’s face turned crimson with embarrassment.

“Like you,” Matthew snapped.

Matthew’s friends snickered while Shelby turned to Bobby. She tried to defuse the situation, knowing how Matthew used his athletic status to bully the other students. It had been like that since middle school. If you did not go along with his antics, then life was made difficult for you in ways that made school almost unbearable, with endless daily taunts from Matthew and his jock friends.

“Haven’t seen you in school lately,” she said and then smiled at Bobby.

Bobby quickly picked up the books. Prior to picking up the last book, he looked up at Shelby. Before he could speak, someone bumped Bobby, knocking him back to the ground and scattering his books once more. Bobby was embarrassed as he turned away from Shelby and looked up at Matthew.

“Dude, that was no accident,” Bobby snapped as his fists clenched.

Matthew laughed mockingly. “Duh! He’s a genius too.”

Bobby mumbled under his breath, “Yeah if you want to look like a winner all you have to do is hang out with losers!”

Matthew turned to Bobby, “What did you say?”

Shelby stepped between the two boys. “Leave him alone.”

Matthew stared at Shelby and then just snapped, “Hum!” He stomped off with his friends and their inflated egos.

Shelby bent down and helped Bobby pick up his books. She turned to him. “Why do you egg him on?”

“It doesn’t take much, and I like to see just how stupid he is.”

“In the few months you’ve been here, you have alienated most of the kids who just wanted to be your friends.”

Bobby did not have a comeback at that moment. He was not prepared for what she had just said. Bobby just looked up into Shelby’s eyes and for the first time realized that he had a friend in her.

* * *

Bobby was sitting in his Calculus class daydreaming while watching a bird build a nest in the tree outside the window. Charles Hill, the teacher, was at the whiteboard explaining an equation. He turned and glanced around the room at the students who were all in various stages of boredom. Charlie rested his eyes on Bobby and saw his indifference as Bobby watched the bird outside the window building a nest.

“I’m sorry if I’m boring you, Mr. Drews,” he snapped causing the class to turn to Bobby suddenly.

Bobby slowly turned to Mr. Hill. “You’re not,” was all Bobby managed to say and then yawned with indifference.

“Maybe you would like to finish this equation.”

Bobby just shrugged. He slowly turned to the whiteboard and then with great effort got up. “Sure, dude,” he said as he turned to Mr. Hill. “Your concept is wrong, though.”

Charles turned his attention to the equation on the white board. He studied it a moment as Bobby strolled up to the board and picked up the marker, while the class all snickered at Bobby and his cocky attitude. Bobby used the side of his hand to erase the part of the equation that was incorrect. He then quickly put in the correct numbers and finished the equation. He turned and slowly handed the marker back to Mr. Hill.

“Works for me now,” was all Bobby said as he glanced around the classroom at the students, who just stared at him now.

Mr. Hill studied what Bobby had written while the students watched in eager anticipation to see if indeed Bobby was right. Finally, Mr. Hill cleared his throat.

“You are right,” he said with a puzzled look. “Why didn’t I see that?” he quickly added hardly above a whisper.

Bobby turned back to him. “I don’t know. You’re doing the teaching.”

The class broke out in laughter as the buzzer sounded. Bobby quickly hurried back to his desk and grabbed his books. He turned to follow the other students out of the room.

Mr. Hill quickly stepped in front of Bobby before he could exit the classroom. “I want to talk to you after school.”

Bobby just looked up at him. “Hey, I got a life.”

“What I have to say won’t take long.”

Bobby just shrugged his shoulders, not giving the teacher a confirmation that he would be there. Mr. Hill turned back to the equation in puzzlement while Bobby hurried out of the classroom.

CHAPTER 9

The spacecraft took up the whole inside of the large shed, barely giving room to maneuver around the shed. John slowly walked across the driveway with Spot at his side. He had watched Bobby earlier back up the tow truck and wondered how he managed it with such antique equipment.

John quickly glanced around to see if anyone was watching and then opened the side door and walked in. He was awestruck at what he saw. Slowly he walked over to the workbench and picked up the screwdriver that was lying on the table. He turns it over in his hand, looked at the metal shaft with the flat edge, and then set it back down. His eyes widened when he saw the hammer with the claw-like end. He stepped back as if in fear of what he was seeing. Slowly he shook his head as he viewed all of Elmer’s antique tools neatly hanging on the wall.

John turned and walked over to the spacecraft. He pressed his wristband, and suddenly the door to the craft disappears up into the ship, and steps descended quickly. John slowly walked up the few steps and then looked in at the debris scattered about. Spot quickly rushed up to the steps and was about to follow John inside the craft, but John turned and pointed a finger.

“Stay,” John commanded.

Spot promptly sat down and just stared up at John, who turned and continued into the craft.

The medical cylinders that Jane used to inject John and herself yesterday were lying scattered about with liquid seeping from them. John bent down and picked up the medical box. He picked up the damaged syringe along with all the cylinders. It was a messy job, but a job that had to be done. He put all the cylinders back in the box even though they seemed to be damaged beyond repair. It was important to him to put everything back in its proper place. This was going to be a long, tedious job, but given his position, it was up to him to clean up the mess.

* * *

Meanwhile, in town at the Little A’Le’Inn, Jenny was busy waiting tables, serving the breakfast crowd that consisted of her regular customers mixed with truckers, a few elderly couples, and groups of aliens in their costumes for the Star Wars convention.

Jenny grabbed the pot of coffee and walked over to various tables topping off cups before stopping and taking an order from one of her regulars.

She looked at the elderly man. “Felix, you want your usual sunrise special?”

“You know me all too well, Jenny.”

Jenny turns to Felix’s wife. “And what will it be for you this morning?”

“I’ll just have the Number 2 special.”

“Over easy?”

“That’s the way I like them,” she said.

Jenny quickly wrote up the order and walked over behind the counter and pinned it to the wheel between the counter and kitchen in back where Clyde A’Leinn, the owner, and cook, was busy with Jenny’s last order.

“Are you almost done with table three’s order?” she asked.

“It will be done when it’s done,” Clyde replied.

“I’m only asking,” Jenny snapped.

It had been a busy morning, and once again she was waiting on tables alone, which made it even more hectic given the fact the café was big enough that two people should be covering tables.

“I have the ‘help wanted’ sign out there, but no one wants to work hard anymore.”

Jenny thought a moment, “I have someone in mind, can I bring her in tomorrow?”

“Yeah, but she has to be willing to work.”

Jenny rolled her eyes. Clyde was someone who always had to have the last word. The door opened, and two ugly aliens walked in and sat at the end of the counter. Jenny remembered them from yesterday and knew it would not be an easy order. There were some customers you never forgot, and these two were regulars from other conventions through the years.

Slowly Jenny walked over to where they sat. “Do you know what you want,” she asked, knowing it would be the same as previous times.

“Two breakfast steak sandwiches, medium rare with hash browns on the side. The toast should be slightly toasted with a dab of butter on the one side. Make it light on the salt and heavy on the pepper. And make it snappy.”

Jenny quickly wrote up the order and put it on the wheel. She knew that if their meal were not served in five minutes, they would be complaining about it for everyone to hear. As usual, Jenny glanced up at the clock to mentally time herself, to make sure their meal was served within their allotted time span. She was not worried about a tip because these two aliens never left one in all the years she served them.

In the meantime, while she waited she made a coffee run picking up the two pots and walked around the café topping off everyone’s cup. She might not get a tip from those two, but other customers were happy with the service she offered. It was then the door opened. Sheriff Mall walked in and took the stool at the other end of the counter. Jenny turned and grabbed a cup and saucer off the back counter and set it in front of the Sheriff. She quickly poured the coffee and handed him the creamer. It was a ritual they had. Jenny could count on him being there for his morning break. It was better than a doughnut, which most people thought were indicative of a cop’s first meal of the day.

“Usual,” Jenny asked.

“Hold the onions,” was his reply.

Jenny quickly wrote up the order, clipped it to the wheel, and sent it to Clyde in back, who was busy with the steak sandwiches. Jenny glanced up at the clock. There was two minutes left before the complaints would start. She was glad for Sheriff Mall’s presence, hoping the insults from the two aliens would not escalate as they did last year.

Jenny turned to Sheriff Mall. “Busy day?” she asked.

“Whenever there’s a Star Trek convention in town, they come out of the cracks,” he whispered as he looked around the café.

“I noticed.” Jenny grinned while acknowledging his remark.

Quickly she took the order of the man who came in after the Sheriff. Once she passed it on to Clyde, she sat down next to Sheriff Mall. But there was no time to talk as the two plates with the steak sandwiches on them was ready. Jenny quickly got up and took the plates, quickly turned, and placed them in front of the two aliens, not before glancing at the clock. Just in time, she thought to herself.

Jenny looked at Sheriff Mall. “I haven’t seen you around lately.”

“A lot is going on. Did you know they are on alert over at the base?

“They are always on alert,” Jenny snapped.

Clyde glanced through the opening between the kitchen and counter. Nothing went on in the café that Clyde was not aware of, especially when it came to Area 51. It had been a subject that was often discussed at the café. Especially seeing the Cammo dudes frequented it often.

Clyde quickly piped into the conversation. “I was driving near the base yesterday, and those war mongrels stopped me and searched my vehicle.”

It was then one of the locals got up from his table and walked over to the counter. He glanced at Clyde and then turned to the sheriff.

“Probably looking for horse meat in your truck.”

Clyde quickly pointed to the customer. “You been eating here going on five years now. If you don’t like the food, there’s McDonald's down the road,” Clyde snapped.

It was like that with the locals. They liked to tease Clyde about his cooking. His fifteen years in the military cooking for the troops did nothing for the quality of food he served.

“This alert is different,” Sheriff Mall added quickly, to defuse Clyde and the customer.

Jenny turned to the sheriff. “Seriously?”

Sheriff Mall raised his eyebrows. “Yes, seriously.”

“I don’t pay attention to them anymore.”

“Rumors have it there has been another alien landing.”

Jenny laughed hysterically. “That would mean there would have had to have been, a first landing!”

Jenny glanced around the room at the clusters of aliens sitting at the various tables around the café. Given the convention in town, it would be hard to tell the real aliens from those attending the conference.

Jenny quickly added, “When was this landing supposed to have taken place?”

“It was yesterday afternoon. Did some damage to the station out on the highway.”

“Hope they leveled it,” Jenny said.

“Hey, that’s my favorite station,” Clyde added.

Jenny turned to Clyde, still looking through the opening between the kitchen and counter. “Figures.”

“No such luck. They’ll be off the air a week or two, that’s it.”

“Too bad,” Jenny snapped.

The Sheriff picked up his coffee and then took a sip. He looked at Jenny a moment, indicating for her to top it off a little.

“They are looking into a kid who was out in the desert yesterday afternoon.”

Jenny got a strange look on her face as she turned and stared at the Sheriff. She knew Bobby skipped school yesterday and spent time in the desert, but surely if he had seen something, he would have told her. She had spent so much time thinking about the two strangers he brought home that she did not even ask what he was doing in the desert all day.

“So, why you telling me? Jenny asked.

“The description fits Bobby,” Sheriff Mall added as he observed Jenny.

“He was in school,” she stammered for a moment.

Clyde poked his head out of the kitchen. “That isn’t…” he started to say before Jenny cut him off.

“So now what?” Jenny asked the Sheriff.

“That’s what I told the Colonel at the base,” he said as he shrugged. “I just thought I’d mention it.”

Jenny walked over to the pot of coffee and quickly topped off the Sheriff’s cup. She then walked around the room and finished everyone else’s cup. For some reason, she no longer wanted to talk to the Sheriff. She’d lied about Bobby being in school and was not sure if Sheriff Mall would take her word or check with the school to see if Bobby was there yesterday. For some reason, she felt the need to protect Bobby, like a mother bear protecting her cub. Jenny stopped in front of the Sheriff finally, and with a look of real concern, she whispered:

“He is doing his best to fit in.”

“Just so when he graduates, the school is still standing.”

Jenny forced a smile. She set the coffee pot down and then reached for the order that was ready and carried it over to where the sheriff was sitting. Sheriff Mall turned and looked around the café.

“Looks like you could use some help,” he said to Jenny.

Clyde glanced through the opening in the wall from the kitchen. Jenny turned to him.

“I was telling Clyde that just this morning,” Jenny snapped.

Clyde made a face at Jenny indicating, blah, blah, blah, and then he turned to the Sheriff, who was busy devouring his breakfast.

“So the Army’s on alert again. Maybe they got all that nerve gas stored out there. Someone has been sniffing the stuff.

“Don’t even start up with that again,” Sheriff Mall snapped.

“I tell you, they should all be kicked out of Washington and start all over again. The currency in the National Trust is fraudulent . . .”

Sheriff Mall held up his hands for Clyde to stop. As many times as he had been in the café as he could remember, he had had this same argument with Clyde. He was a believer in every conspiracy theory that was the flavor of the day. From the Holocaust to 9/11, it never mattered what major event had happened. He always had a theory of a cover-up. He shook his head finally and then tossed a bill on the counter.

“You don’t like what they’re doing. Then you run for office. The House seat is up for grabs next term.”

The door opened suddenly and two Cammo dudes walked in. They glanceded around, then walked over to the counter, and both quickly sat down on stools at the end. Jenny wiped her brow while looking at Sheriff Mall.

“Well, pardon me, but duty calls,” she said as she walked over to where the Cammo dudes were sitting.

Sheriff Mall quickly spouted out, “You tell your nephew I have my eye on him.

Jenny just turned and smiled. “He will be happy to hear that,” she said as she walked to the end of the counter. She turned to the Cammo dudes and quickly put her pen to pad.

CHAPTER 10

The air was stifling hot in the old machine shed. John propped open the windows, but with minimal air movement, it did nothing to give him relief. Although the spacecraft had its ventilation system, John was reluctant to turn on the engines given the current state of the craft.

So all his efforts went to cleaning up the debris inside the craft, and the pile of garbage outside the ship door grew. John had been at it for almost two hours without any break. Spot stayed where John commanded him to sit. Jane walked into the shed, wearing a pastel-blue cotton housedress while carrying a tray of food. She still looked sexy in the homey-looking dress, but this was lost on John, who never thought of her as anything other than his commander. Jane walked up to Spot, still sitting outside the craft. She pointed for him to move out of her way. Spot reluctantly obeyed. Jane looked into the craft at John, who was busy putting undamaged things back in their place.

“What is your assessment?” Jane asked.

John maneuvered out from under the control panel while Jane stepped into the craft. She looked around. For some reason, she hadn’t remembered how much damage was done in their landing. On the counter, she stared at the damaged syringe and cylinders. John slowly rolled over and then brushed off the dust from his jeans. He just looked up at Jane staring down at him. He could not take his eyes off her bare legs, glancing up the housedress as far as he could see. Jane nervously stepped back, uncomfortable for a moment and not knowing why. She set the tray down while John quickly got up and brushed off his backside.

“I could get it started if the power module wasn’t damaged. It will only run for a short period.”

“Surely there is something on this planet suitable. . .”

John cut her off. “It may take some doing,” he said.

“Make it so.”

John laughed at the absurdity of her command. He motioned to the tools on the wall. They were all antique farming tools indicative of the family’s heritage, not what was in practical use in today’s time.

“They are a primitive people,” John snapped.

Just then, a plane flew overhead. They both looked up, realizing that the tools on the wall were not indicative of the technology that produced the plane.

“They may be primitive,” Jane said, while still looking up and then turning to the tools on the wall. “But they do have the technology to build crafts that fly.”

“I did an analysis. They use a fossil fuel not compatible with our technology.”

“You are the engineer!”

Jane was right. He was the engineer. However, all his training was on their home planet with elements he did not think this world had discovered yet. Plus the fact he was plucked out of the academy before completion.

“Third level engineer,” John added.

It was a reminder to Jane just how limited his knowledge was. There were two years left of his training. When this assignment came up, they were desperate to fill it. Not wanting to give up their top-notch engineers for a job that everyone knew would fail. Therefore John was enlisted for the job. He was tired of the theoretical work at the academy and always longed for air travel. So when given the chance, he jumped at the opportunity for this adventure.

“Surely you can come up with something,” Jane begged.

Jane motioned to the house. She had been in there all morning trying to do whatever it was that people on Earth do. But Jane found it difficult just to sit and do nothing.

“Elmer talked about eBay and all you can buy on that site. We could use their computer technology to search for what we need.”

John turned to Jane with puzzlement on his face and then shook his head. Time was running out for them, and he saw it on Jane’s face when she stared at the medical box on the counter. He watched as she slowly walked over to it again and picked up the broken syringe. He never really knew why they had to be injected daily, only that if an injection were missed, fatal consequences would ensue. It had been two sun settings since their last injection, and they were still alive, so he now questioned the need.

“We can’t stay here,” Jane said, breaking the long silence.

John glanced up at her and smirked. “There’s no choice.”

“We will expire.”

John walked over to Jane. He picked up one of the cylinders and turned it over in his hand. John knew now for whatever reason they took the injections, it wasn’t to stay alive, but Jane still bought into what was instilled in them all through the academy. He didn’t want to let on to Jane that he now questioned the validity of their injections, so chose to go along with her.

“How much time do we have?” he asked, looking concerned as if he believed what he said.

“I don’t honestly know.”

John thought for a moment. He knew he had to get Jane’s mind off the damaged cylinder and syringe for her to concentrate on getting the craft airborne again.

“Wasn’t there a message sent from Kazar, light years after his crash?” he finally asked.

“We can’t be sure it was him.”

“If it was him, then he managed to survive without his injections.”

Jane turns to John in disbelief. “It could have been a warp in the continuum,” she snapped.

There was no clear explanation, but one thing was sure. They would find out soon enough what it would mean not to be injected by what they were led to believe was necessary for life.

“I don’t buy that.”

“Our elders weren’t sure.”

“Isn’t that why we were sent here? To rescue him.”

“The elders were also looking for a Nebula to use for future colonization of our people,” Jane concluded.

It was a fact that was never shared with John. Up until then, it was not necessary to divulge the real reason behind their journey. He was only the navigator. Such classified information was kept from underlings.

John turned to Jane. ”What are you saying?

Jane shrugged. “Our world is dying.”

John appeared puzzled by that remark. It was the first time he had heard such news. Yeah, there was talk, but never anything to substantiate that the rumors about pending doom were something to take seriously.

“If we find Kazar it proves we can survive, but how will we let the elders know?”

There was a concerned look on Jane’s face. It was something that had been weighing heavily on her ever since the mission started. In all her training for this venture, no one anticipated that the return home would be impossible if problems occurred with the craft. It was the first time she’d thought about it, but the craft was only built for two occupants. There would have been no way they could have transported Kazar back home. She wondered now what the elders had in mind when they found him and reported the news.

Jane did not want to express her concerns to John. After all, he was just the navigator on this little misadventure. She did not know how much she could trust that he would not report to the elders her concerns. It was not wise for someone in her position to question the authority of the ancients.

She turned to John. “First, we have to find out what the earthlings plan to do with us,” she said, hoping this would take John’s mind off what their mission was.

“They treat us well.”

“We are their prisoners.”

John turned to Jane with a look of disbelief. He found it difficult to judge whether she truly believed they were being held captive.

“They are a difficult species to understand. I’ll give you that. But I don’t think we are their captives,” John argued.

John remembered yesterday, and how Bobby and his family treated them. In all his training about being a captive and interrogation techniques used, he never felt any of that mirrored what transpired since their landing. The little bits of nourishments in the dish yesterday were most pleasant in his mouth. He had never tasted morsels such as that. However, the meal they ate made his stomach ache with fullness once he was done. He now questioned whether it was his fault for devouring too much or was the dish served meant to make him feel that way.

Jane reached up and opened the cabinet door. Inside were foil-wrapped packets. She took one out and quickly opened it. She pulled up the dry piece of dehydrated nourishment and handed it to John, who just looked at it in return.

“Take nourishment,” Jane commanded.

After yesterday’s feast with the earthlings, it was hard to go back to eating the dehydrated food packet for their journey. Especially seeing they had such succulent pieces of food in the house of their captors that was shared with them. He did not feel like he was a captive, more like a guest in their home.

John finally took the piece of dehydrated nourishment from Jane. He sniffed it and then looked up at Jane.

“Who do you think prepared this piece of cardboard?” he said with a look of concern.

“I never thought to question it, now shut up and eat.”

John took a bite off the hard piece that Jane held out in front of him. He found it difficult not to look at Jane’s heaving chest as he chewed on the piece in his mouth and found it difficult to swallow.

Jane, sensing John’s ever-present need to question their mission now and her reluctance to share her intelligence about their mission. She just turned and walked out of the craft.

John, in turn, spat out the dehydrated nourishment that he had in his mouth. He would eat when he was hungry, not to sustain himself with food he now questioned the need for. The earthlings were treating them well, and he trusted that they would not poison them with the food they served. How can anything that tasted so good be so bad for you? He only hoped Jane would finally see it his way and stop trying to read more into it than there was meant to be. He liked the earthlings and wondered why his elders feared them as they did.

CHAPTER 11

The afternoon sun was high in the sky, the air dry and void of any moisture. The Calculus classroom faced southwest, making it almost unbearable in the afternoon heat. Bobby sat in the back row of the classroom, as he looked longingly at the picture of Shelby Mall hidden in his notebook. He’d cut the picture out of the yearbook in the library.

Bobby had not been paying attention to Mr. Hill pacing in front of the whiteboard that still had Bobby’s corrected calculation on it. Mr. Hill finally turned to Bobby while shaking his head. But Bobby was still too engrossed in the picture that held his attention.

“I should have seen it,” was all Mr. Hill said.

Bobby finally looked up. “Dude, you talking to me?”

Mr. Hill walked to the back of the room where Bobby was sitting. “You should be doing better in class.”

Bobby was still in a daydream state. He quickly closed the notebook on Shelby’s picture. Bobby sat up and shook his head as if just waking. He slowly looked up at Mr. Hill standing over him.

“What’s your point?” Bobby said finally.

“You graduate next month. Have you given any thought to your future? What are your plans?”

“Dude, one month is a lifetime in teen years,” Bobby said and then slumped back down as if not caring.

Mr. Hill studied Bobby for a moment. For some reason, he knew there was an intelligent being inside that teenage body. He just did not know how to reach it. He had heard of Bobby’s antics in other classes. But he wasn’t buying the fact the kid in front of him was a space cadet. He knew the kid had potential, but just wasn’t using it.

“Most of the teachers here don’t give much hope for your academic skills,” Mr. Hill snapped.

It was then he turned back to the equation on the whiteboard. He couldn’t help studying it for the longest time. It just amazed him how easy it was for Bobby to correct the mistake in the equation.

Mr. Hill pointed to the whiteboard and continued, “You would not have been able to point out the error of my ways if you did not have something upstairs other than dead air.” He hesitated a moment before adding, “Have you taken the SAT yet?” He asked as if he had a right to know.

“Like, who hasn’t,” Bobby said as if not caring.

“What was your score?”

Bobby looks up at Mr. Hill for the longest time before deciding not to divulge his score. Besides, he would only think he cheated like so many of his other teachers assumed when he got a good grade on a test he took.

“It was respectable,” Bobby said softly.

“Not all kids test well?”

That remark puzzled Bobby. It made Mr. Hill sound like he cared what his score was. However, Bobby was not going to fall for his apparent concern. He had been too screwed over by teachers in the past to fall for Mr. Hill’s caring nature right now.

“What makes you think I didn’t test well?” Bobby asked. It troubled him that Mr. Hill assumed he did poorly, as so many of his teachers previously had done.

Charles Hill just shook his head and laughed.

This startled Bobby for a moment, but he did nothing. Just looked up at his teacher and waited. He was afraid if he said more, what came out of his mouth would not be taken well.

“You sound like your Aunt Jenny now,” was all Mr. Hill said.

Bobby felt puzzled by the remark. Up until that moment, he didn’t know that Mr. Hill knew his family, let alone knew his Aunt Jenny well enough to see a part of her in him.

Mr. Hill, realizing Bobby’s concern, quickly added, “We go back a long way.” He stopped and thought back for a moment to a time that was familiar to him.

“Cool,” Bobby said. It troubled him that a teacher knew his dysfunctional family. But Aunt Jenny wasn’t like the rest of them, so he wasn’t as concerned. “We don’t talk shop,” was all Bobby could think of to say as a comeback. He did not want to let Mr. Hill think he got the upper hand.

“Oh,” Mr. Hill mustered up to say. “I thought she might have mentioned me.”

“Why would you come up in our conversation?”

Mr. Hill hesitated before responding. “We used to be an item before she moved away years ago. I knew she came back two years ago.” He stopped suddenly as if the memory was too troublesome to think about.

Bobby was startled by this revelation. He never thought of Jenny as someone who had suitors. Granted she was pretty, but she was his aunt. Watching Mr. Hill just then, he realized that his aunt had at least one suitor in town whether she knew it or not. He was aware that Jenny gave up a lot to stay in town and care for Gramps. He did not realize just how much it was. His mother never really talked about Jenny other than sibling rivalry, so he never really paid that much attention when she ranted. Now he realized that his aunt actually might have had a life at one time beyond what happened on the ranch.

Bobby finally looked up at Mr. Hill. He saw the hurt in his eyes. “I could…” he started to say, then cleared his throat while shaking his head, “like, ask her?”

Mr. Hill caught his breath suddenly when he realized what Bobby had said. “No, no, don’t do that,” he said with a sigh of relief.

Mr. Hill quickly took hold of Bobby’s hand and shook it. “Tomorrow you can tell me how you came up with the equation.”

It was a clear indication their little talk was over with. Bobby looked slightly surprised. “Sure, dude, tomorrow.”

Bobby slowly got up and walked to the door. He stopped and turned back to Mr. Hill, who by then was wiping his brow. Bobby turned to the equation on the whiteboard and could not see what all the fuss was. It only made sense to him to make the changes he did. Bobby was about to say something but then decided just to leave.

The halls were empty by then. No one hung around long once the final bell rang for the afternoon rang out, and given the heat of the day they all sought the comfort of the open air. Bobby quickly stopped off at his locker, dropped off some books, and then stuffed his backpack with books he needed for homework. Although his aunt never saw him open a book that did not mean he did not study when they all were sleeping. Bobby just was not into flaunting the fact that he did hit the books. In all actuality, he enjoyed learning, and he enjoyed challenging his mind. That was why mathematics in all forms was his favorite subject. The more complicated the problem, the more he enjoyed solving it. As he shut his locker door, Bobby turned to the entrance down the hall and saw students still walking around the schoolyard. He would have to get past them and to his car before he would be able to breathe easier that this school day was over.

Bobby left the sanctuary of the school building. He slowly walked down the steps while glancing around the grounds and taking inventory of where everyone was. As much as the students did not like school, it seemed no one left the grounds with much enthusiasm, which boggled Bobby’s mind. But this was how students developed their hierarchy. The ones who dominated others were the most aggressive outside on the school grounds. It carried over into school. Bobby wondered if this was how it always was. It did not make sense, but then he never was a student of human nature. It had only been recently that his eyes were opened to this pecking order.

Matt and his jock friends dominated the outside basketball court as they always did, not letting the younger kids in on their game and making them watch in awe of their skills. Shelby Mall was with a group of girls off near the parking lot when she suddenly turned and started walking toward the basketball court. Once Matt got a glimpse of Shelby, he stopped playing, tossed the ball to one of his friends, and then walked over to where Shelby was walking. Matt grabbed Shelby by the arm and started dragging her off to the side of the school building near the janitor’s shed. It went unnoticed by all but Bobby who, once Shelby was near, never stopped watching her until she left the area.

“Let me go,” Shelby said, struggling to free herself.

Bobby turned to the basketball court to see if anyone would go to Shelby’s aid, but he could tell by the actions of Matt’s jock friends that no one would step in to help Shelby.

“You still mad because of last week?” Matt snapped.

“Nothing happened, and you know it. I’m tired of the lies you’re spreading about what an easy lay I am.”

Matt put his hand on Shelby’s breast. Suddenly Bobby’s inner disgust for the jock took over, and he quickly hurried over to where the two were struggling.

“It doesn't have to be like that,” Matt quickly added.

“You illiterate jock,” Shelby mocked.

It angered her listening to Matt talk. Although he was good in sports, the good grades he got in subjects like English and Algebra were token grades only to allow him to stay on the team. It did not do him a service to pass him on without him taking some responsibility for learning anything. In the end, if he ever got into college, it would all catch up to him about how ill prepared he was for a higher education.

Shelby broke free of Matt and quickly slapped him in the face. “Leave me alone.”

Up until then, Bobby had been inching his way toward the two, but when Shelby slapped Matt, he dropped his backpack and ran over to them. Matt was about to strike Shelby when Bobby caught his arm in midair and stopped the assault.

“Can’t you see she is not interested in the Neanderthal type,” Bobby said as he turned to Shelby to make sure she was okay.

Shelby mouthed a quick thank-you to Bobby. However, Matt would not let the situation rest, given that the ruckus caused other students to take notice and surround them. Matt’s masculinity was on the line if he let Bobby get away with putting a stop to his assault on Shelby.

“What did you say?” Matt yelled.

Shelby snickered at Matt as she stepped back quickly. She knew Matt would not let this go and feared for Bobby and what was to come. It did not take long. Matt’s assault on Bobby started with him grabbing Bobby’s shirt and pulling him closer. However, Bobby was quick to catch Matt off-guard by putting his leg behind Matt’s knee and shoving him backward. Matt went flying to the ground as the students who had gathered around them started snickering and laughing at the jock sprawled on the grass. It was humiliating for Matt, and he was not going to let it go so quickly.

Just then, Mr. Rowe, the Physical Ed teacher, and coach for the boy’s sports team walked out of school with another teacher. When they saw the scuffle, they hurried over to Bobby, who was still standing over Matt. Mr. Rowe grabbed Bobby by the scruff of the neck and yanked him back.

“That will be enough of this,” he snapped.

Bobby, not realizing who grabbed him, took a wild swing as he turned and then saw the coach. He had never had a good relationship with the coach, as Mr. Rowe never had time for anyone who was not into sports. Moreover, Bobby had a way of alienating most of the teachers, given his cocky attitude and lack of respect for anyone in authority.

“What the f…?” Bobby was about to say but then had the fortitude to bite his tongue.

“Listen to me, you hoodlum, I’ll have no such language on school grounds.”

“Let me go,” Bobby snapped as he struggled to break free of the coach.

Shelby quickly stepped between Bobby and Mr. Rowe while Matt finally got up and brushed off his pants.

“Mr. Rowe, Bobby, didn’t start it,” she argued.

Mr. Rowe stared at Shelby with suspicion. Although she was the sheriff’s daughter, he was not buying into the fact that she was standing up for someone like Bobby Drews.

“Shelby, you stay out of this. Your father wouldn’t appreciate your hanging out with this riff raff.”

“He’s not the riff raff here,” Shelby snapped.

Mr. Rowe ignored Shelby. He looked at Matt. “I would have expected a little better of you,” he said before turning to Bobby and sticking a finger in Bobby’s chest as if to stress his point. “And for you, tomorrow morning, the principal’s office. Be there, nine sharp.”

Bobby just looked up at Mr. Rowe, and then turned to Shelby and shrugged. He knew it was useless to argue with him, so all he said, was, “Cool.”

Bobby glanced over at Matt and offered his hand, but Matt refused it, turned, and walked away. Bobby strolled over to his backpack. He picked it up and hurried over to his car. Without opening the door, he just hopped in. Shelby and Mr. Rowe stood there watching the two walked off in different directions.

CHAPTER 12

Bobby took a long way home. He was not looking forward to seeing Jenny for fear that Mr. Rowe called to inform her of the confrontation with Matt. He just was not into a lecture about getting along with people. Especially idiot jocks like Matt, who made it their calling to make life miserable for anyone who appeared weaker than them. All through his life, he had to put up with the antics of others. Having a mother as he had did not make his life any easier. He did love her, but it was hard not to be a little embarrassed by her lifestyle and the continual parade of uncles who came and went until he was old enough to realize the reason these men were there—and it had nothing to do with a relationship.

Bobby quickly drove up to the shed and parked. He could not take his eyes off the open door and feared someone might have discovered the craft he parked there earlier that morning. Quickly he got out of the car and cautiously walked into the shed. It startled him to see the pile of garbage spewed about in front of the open door. As a piece of broken metal was tossed out of the door, Bobby narrowly missed being hit in the head by the flying projectile.

“Hello,” he said as he leaned closer to the entrance of the craft.

Bobby slowly climbed the step leading into the ship, fearing another flying projectile. John was at the control panel, busy dusting off the controls and clearing off debris.

“Hey, dude, what’s up?” Bobby strolled up to John.

John turned to Bobby with a puzzled look on his face, but it was useless to explain his dire predicament to this earthling. Although Bobby was their savior yesterday, he was not so sure he would be able to make things right, right now.

When John did not answer, Bobby continued, “What are you doing?”

“There is a significant problem in the panel that won’t correct itself.”

“There is a lot of crap that you are throwing out. Maybe you threw out something you should not have.”

“Assessing the damage from our entry into your world has been difficult without the proper equipment,” John said, knowing that Bobby did not understand the ramification of their being stuck on this planet.

“Why you in such a hurry to leave, you just got here.”

“It’s pertinent that we continue our journey.”

“You’re splitting?” Bobby said, staring at John. When he saw John did not understand he quickly added. “Like, you are leaving.”

Bobby motioned with his hand, simulating a plane taking off while he made the sound of a jet engine. John just stared at Bobby nervously, not sure what the boy’s reaction would be to the news that they had not planned to stay or make this their permanent home. He and Jane still did not know whether they were prisoners of this youth, but by all accounts, they were not treated like captives.

“Are we prisoners?” John finally mustered up to say.

“Prisoners?” Bobby snapped with a puzzled look on his face. “Why would you think that?”

Bobby laughed to himself thinking about the absurdity of what John said. Then he remembered they were not from this planet and he did not know just how much of their culture John and Jane were aware of. Given what was on the nightly news, Bobby was not even aware of what his country was capable of doing to alien beings from another planet. There were always the rumors about Area 51, but he never really gave much thought to what they did there.

John finally spoke after a long silence. “You are a violent race of beings.”

Bobby choked, hearing this. He never really thought of himself as being of a race that was violent. But then, given the history of his world, he understood how a person from another planet would view them. Moreover, it was not just what happened in the past, but what went on in the streets on a daily basis. An outsider could feasibly view the senseless killings of innocent people as humans being a violent race. Bobby still felt the need to question his categorization of the whole human race as being this way.

“Violent?” Bobby asked in a way that showed he wanted an explanation of John’s statement.

“Many light years ago, one of our explorer pods came across a module your people sent out into space. It chronicled years of war your people waged on your fellow man.”

Bobby remembered reading about this in a history class years earlier. It never occurred to him that there was a possibility that this would be viewed by beings from another world or their interpretation of what they saw.

“Don’t you have to fight in your world?” Bobby asked, puzzled as to how disputes got settled.

“Fighting?” John asked, unsure what Bobby meant.

“When two groups of people don’t agree on something.”

“We are a peaceful collective,” was all John said.

Bobby laughed. And then finally said, “We could take lessons from you.”

“What is a lesson?”

Bobby rolled his eyes. “That is where we could learn from your ways of dealing with conflict.”

“Your people could learn a lot.”

“So you will be going back to tell them that all they believe about our world is true.”

“I am not sure the power module can be restored completely.”

“It doesn’t run?”

“What does run mean?”

“Power up, start up. You know,” Bobby made the sound of a motor running, which confused John even more.

“I didn’t say that. It starts up, as you say. But not to full power, allowing us to leave your Earth’s atmosphere.”

“I’d love to take it for a spin,” Bobby said and then looked around the shed.

John looked at Bobby and then at the control panel. A big grin crossed his face with the realization of what Bobby meant. He knew Jane would not be happy about him taking the craft out for a test ride. John needed to do this to assess the damage that the ship endured during entry into the earth’s atmosphere. Granted, he would not be able to put the craft in Mack speed, but at least he would be able to see what modules were working and what still needed fixing.

* * *

The sun was high in the sky, the air hot and dry. The absence of wind added to the heat of the day. There were just a few vehicles on Highway 375, and when the spacecraft hovered over the desert floor, no one took notice, or if they did, a mirage was what they thought it was.

John was at the controls, he maneuvered the craft like an old pro, and Bobby’s adulation only added to the young navigator’s confidence. Jane was nowhere in sight when they took the craft out of the shed and flew their way off the grounds of the ranch, careful not to go above twenty-five feet off the ground, which was well under the radar if they were observed.

Bobby was in awe of the speed of the craft and John’s maneuverability skills. John, on the other hand, was careful not to do anything that would further damage the power module. It was a test drive to see what systems were working and which needed tweaking. But given the tools he had to work with, John was not certain how the final repairs could be performed.

The craft veered off following the terrain, dipping in gullies and following the contour of the desert floor. They went around hills and mountains until John had all the data he needed for making his repairs. Bobby just sat back and enjoyed the desert floor whizzing by at speed not attainable in his old convertible. The only thing lacking was to be able to have a convertible top and letting the breeze blow through their hair. It was better than any video game he’d ever played.

Suddenly the spacecraft jerked to the right. Bobby quickly turned to John. Gone was the air of confidence. Now the concerned look on the young navigator’s face worried Bobby, as John grabbed onto the control stick tightly while it vibrated. The craft veered up and then to the left. John turned to Bobby.

“Grab onto the control,” John ordered.

Bobby, looking startled, was puzzled by this command, but all he did was do as he was told and grabbed the control stick in front of him. With both hands holding tight, the control stick vibrated violently.

“Do as I do,” John instructed.

Both men worked in unison. Bobby struggled to hold the stick tightly. He could feel the direction John was pulling and assisted as John coached. When the craft slowed down to a crawl, it was more manageable to control.

The two were able to keep it under the radar except for the one time when the craft shot up into the sky. But John quickly pressed some buttons and pulled on some knobs and then got the craft to a manageable altitude.

* * *

The radar room at Area 51 had been on high alert for two days now. Where one person manned the station, two were assigned to keep watch over the chamber of screens. The screens depicted various locations around the desert. The men had spent the better part of their shift reading girlie magazines because, no matter which alerts they were on, sitting in front of the monitor screens was a boring job. The only way it was bearable was to bring some reading material along with you. The job paid little above minimum wage, so the caliber of men signing up for the job was of low qualifications, with most getting their high school diploma through the mail.

The sudden little beep coming from the radar screen caused both men to jump up from their chairs and drop their reading material, but before either man could get a fix on the bleep, it was gone.

“Did you hear that?” the senior man on duty asked.

“Yeah, I think so,” his partner said in a voice that did not sound convincing.

The two men looked at each other for the longest time. If it were indeed what they heard, it would not have disappeared from the screen so fast.

“Must be a glitch. There’s no way a craft could have vanished off the screen so fast.”

Although both men had been in Area 51 for some time now, no one felt there was credible Intel on aliens from outer space. The Cammo dudes tended to just go through the motions of keeping the area safe.

CHAPTER 13

By the time John and Bobby had the spacecraft safely tucked away back in the tool shed, a UPS truck pulled up the long driveway. Bobby walked out of the shed with John at his side and quickly shut the shed door when the driver stopped near where they were standing. The driver hung out the side door and handed Bobby the small next-day envelope.

“Got a delivery for Elmer Judd,” he said looking at the two, puzzled as to who John was.

Bobby stepped forward. “I’ll take it.” He looked at the envelope and wondered what could be so important to have it delivered that quickly.

As fast as the UPS truck came up the drive, it was down the driveway and disappearing in a cloud of dust.

“What is that?” John asked, curious why a truck delivered a package in the first place, given how things were done on their planet.

Bobby shrugged. “Something Gramps ordered yesterday. Must be important,” he quickly added and then noticed the return address. “From some pharmaceutical company. I wonder if he is sick.”

After they walked into the house, John goes upstairs while Bobby walked through the house with the envelope in hand looking for his grandfather. It was not until he entered the kitchen that he finally found him. Jenny and Elmer were sitting at the table. Elmer was drinking coffee while Jenny had her hands wrapped around a glass of iced tea. Bobby walked up to Elmer and handed him the UPS envelope. Jenny looked at Elmer with concern after quickly looking at the return address.

“This came for you,” was all Bobby said as he looked at Jenny and rolled his eyes.

Elmer accepted the package and just glanced up at Bobby innocently.

“My medicine,” he said, with no other explanation.

Jenny looked puzzled because it was her duty to make the monthly run for his maintenance medicine for his cholesterol and high blood pressure. It was not like her father to order anything online, let alone medicine.

“Since when did you get your medication through the mail?” she asked.

“It’s more economical to do it online,” was all Elmer mustered up to say as an explanation.

Bobby walked over to the sink. He took a glass out of the cupboard and poured himself a drink of water. The kids in school only drank bottled water and turned their nose up at water from a faucet. Nevertheless, Bobby always enjoyed drinking the fresh water from their well. It beat any bottled water you could buy, and Bobby guessed that bottled water came from some well down the road in the first place. Bobby finally turned to Elmer.

“A friend of mine at school said Widow Megal from down the road had been seen in the town lately.”

Elmer frowned as he looked up at Bobby. “Melons are in season. What does that have to do with my medicine?”

“No, Widow Megal,” Bobby corrected.

It had become increasingly difficult to communicate with Elmer recently. His age caused his declining ability to hear, and his inability to seek help for the problem was causing havoc on the family front.

Bobby just stared at Elmer, shook his head, and then yelled for all to hear, “You tell me who you’re watching with your binoculars.”

“Birds! Can’t a man watch birds anymore?”

Bobby just laughed while Elmer got up and walked over to the door with the envelope in hand. He quickly stormed out of the room.

Jenny slowly got up and walked over to the stove. She opened the oven door to check on what was cooking. Once she assessed the meal, she turned to Bobby.

“Tell your friends we will be eating in twenty minutes.”

Bobby turned and quickly left the room before Jenny could ask him about school. It was a subject he never liked discussing with her, and he wondered why she even cared. His mother never took an interest, so he was confused that his aunt would not let the subject rest. Moreover, given what happened in school that afternoon, he was sure that the principal would be calling her to fill her in on the fight after school. It would not seem as innocent as it was. Bobby knew he would have to deal with it eventually, but for now, he did not want to think about it.

After the ride with John earlier, all he had on his mind was helping him get the spacecraft operational. Not so they could leave, but he wanted to see what the craft was capable of. And, given the distance, John said they traveled, Bobby knew it was unlike anything on Earth.

* * *

By the time Jenny finished setting the table, Elmer and Bobby entered the kitchen, followed by John and Jane. They all sat down and waited for Jenny to serve up the food. Tonight’s menu consisted of Jenny’s mother’s favorite baked dish. Every family had their name for this dish. The Judd clan called it goulash. It consisted of ground beef, fried bits of bacon, tomato soup, mushrooms, onions, corn, and macaroni noodles. The baked dish was topped with a layer of buttered breadcrumbs that were toasted for the last fifteen minutes of baking. Along with this, they had a fruit salad with toasted garlic bread covered in mozzarella cheese.

Once the food was on the table, all sat just looking at the dishes. Jenny, Elmer, and Bobby waited for their guests to serve themselves before they did. Jane and John, on the other hand, had no clue as to the proper etiquette or knew why the three watched them so closely.

John took in the aroma of the food. His mouth watered in anticipation of what was to come. He had no clue what it was that was being served. He only knew he liked the smell and his mouth watered waiting to taste the food served. Jane on the other hand just stared straight ahead. She refused to let the earthlings see her excitement of eating another sampling of their nourishment.

Jenny broke the long silence finally. “Eat up,” she said, looking at the two. “It was my mother’s favorite recipe,” she quickly added.

John nervously picked up the serving spoon and scooped up a hefty helping onto his plate. He then took a slice of the garlic bread. Jane poked him. He suddenly realized the fruit dish he had to serve himself, even though he was a little leery about this recipe because it did not have the aroma the other dish had. Once his plate was filled with food, he sat back and savored in the aroma while the others at the table quickly served themselves, including Jane.

John finally turned to Jane. “You should seek lessons.”

Jenny smiled politely. “You haven’t tried it yet.” She turned to Bobby. “I thought you said they weren’t a couple.”

“They aren’t,” Bobby responded and then glanced curiously at the two.

John quickly picked up the fork and took a bite. He closed his eyes and moaned. “This is good.”

Jane was taken aback. “And what I prepare to nourish our bodies isn’t?” she snapped.

John turned to her. “There was always something peculiar about the taste of everything you prepared.”

Jenny cleared her throat. An argument at the table was something she never tolerated. It was a time for communicating, and she insisted it always was civil. Her mother insisted on that at all times. There was enough dissension in the outside world. She did not want the anger of that world to seep in, especially not at mealtimes.

Jenny cleared her throat. “How long do you plan on staying here?” she asked. Although it was no trouble having them there, Jenny was not running a bed and breakfast inn. Furthermore, she would not allow the family to be taken advantage of. Granted, she didn’t own the ranch. It belonged to her father, but he was in no condition to handle this matter.

Jane turned to John as if expecting his help in answering Jenny’s question. They both turned to Bobby who was looking wide-eyed at Jenny.

“Is there a problem?” Bobby asked Jenny finally.

“We can’t keep going like this. I’m not running a motel.”

“What do you mean?” John asked in a way that was not meant as cocky. He genuinely did not understand the culture of earthlings and felt Bobby truly wanted them there.

“Jobs, that is what I mean.”

Jane and John turned to Bobby, who up until then had been their interpreter. They looked puzzled and wanted an explanation about what Jenny was saying. Both had jobs. Jane was the captain of this expedition while John was her navigator. It puzzled them as to what more Jenny wanted out of them.

“Jobs?” Jane asked with a curious look.

Jenny was not going to let Bobby cut into the conversation. She also was not going to let the family be taken advantage of. Granted, she liked the two, although she found them a little peculiar. Jenny finally turned to Jane.

“Yes. Like in earning money to pay for food.” Jenny pointed to the food on the table. She shook her head at the puzzled look on Jane’s face before continuing. “What are you qualified to do?”

John quickly cuts in. “Don’t let her prepare nourishment for the body.”

Jane kicked John under the table, but everyone there could tell something had transpired by John’s sudden yelp and the thump that was heard by all.

Jenny did not want to cause trouble between the two but was determined not to let it rest. “Have you ever done waitress work?” she asked.

“Waitress work?” Jane said, repeating Jenny’s words. She had no clue as to what Jenny was saying.

“Wait on people. Serve them food.”

John almost choked on the food he was eating as he started laughing uncontrollably. Jane kicked him again. He suddenly became serious because Jane was the senior officer and eventually he would have to pay for his insubordination.

“Sounds like a good job,” Jane said with a nod.

Jane had overheard Jenny talking to Bobby earlier and knew Jenny was not at all pleased they were there. If it meant acquiring something called a job until John could get the spacecraft operational, then she would do her part in getting this job so eventually they could get off this planet.

“You can start tomorrow then.”

Jane turned to John. She nodded her approval as if it was important that he understand that this was something she had to do.

“It’s an excellent job,” was all she said and then continued eating.

In all actuality, she did not know what Jenny was talking about, or for that matter what a job was. It would be something she would have to ask Bobby later. He was aware that what Jenny was talking about earlier, and she was sure he would be of help now.

Jane forced a smile and then turned to John before looking back at Jenny. “What kind of job is he qualified for?”

John looked surprised while Bobby quickly cuts in. “He could deliver papers. I hear they are looking for a delivery person.”

John turned to Jane and made a face. “Sounds like a good job,” he quickly responded. “I like the sound of a delivery person.”

Jenny turned to Bobby with concern. She was not so sure that this would be a good job for John. After all, a delivery person should have some familiarity with the area, and she doubted whether either of their guests knew how to get into town let alone deliver things to the rural area.

CHAPTER 14

It was late. John and Jane had retired earlier in the evening under the pretense of having a busy day tomorrow. Bobby stayed downstairs playing checkers with Elmer as they usually did in the evening. Although Elmer had the beginning signs of dementia, Bobby enjoyed his grandfather’s company. Most of all, he enjoyed the stories of the old days. The only thing he did not enjoy was listening to Mario Lanza and all the old opera records that were the hallmark of Elmer’s record collection.

Bobby glanced at his watch and then quickly jumped the last of Elmer’s pieces on the board. “I’m calling it a day,” Bobby said while yawning.

“You ain’t giving an old man a rematch?”

“There is always tomorrow.”

Jenny glanced up from the book she was reading. She had wanted to talk to Bobby about school but never found the right moment to bring up the subject. Jenny feared she was becoming a nag when it came to Bobby and his academics. Nevertheless, she knew the importance of a higher education. If he did not get his high school diploma, a perfect score on the SAT was not going to be worth the paper it was written on.

Bobby was out of the room and up the stairs before she could say anything. He quickly went down the hall, but before he entered his room, John peeked out of his room and motioned for Bobby to come in. Bobby looked surprised as he walked into the room. Jane was perched on the end of the twin bed against the outer wall with both hands on her knees. She looked up nervously at Bobby. John walked over to the other bed and sat down. He put his hands on his knees and just sat there in silence.

“What’s up, dude?” Bobby asked.

John rolled his eyes and motioned to Jane. “We have a problem,” John said with a sign.

Bobby turned to Jane. “What’s wrong with her” She doesn’t look so good.”

“It’s the job.”

“What about it?”

“She is worried about becoming a waitress.”

“Why, what’s to worry about?”

“In our world machines serve our nourishment.”

“Machines,” Bobby said with a puzzled look.

“Nourishment is a cluster of pills.”

Bobby frowned at the thought of just eating pills instead of food. It now made sense how the two acted at mealtime.

“You eat our food,” Bobby said, questioning the validity of just eating pills for nourishment.

“Yes, and it has been most enjoyable. But the idea of waitressing has Jane scared.”

Bobby turned to Jane, who looked at him with wide eyes and then spouted her objection. “I am a commander. I do not serve people. They serve me.”

Bobby turned to John. All he did was nod his head. “She is right. It is not appropriate, as you would say, for her to serve food to others,” John said with a look of concern.

“I cannot tell Jenny she won’t go to work with her tomorrow. You’re lucky she lets you stay here.”

“Can’t she do something else?” John asked.

Bobby frowned for a moment. He did not know how to explain to John the importance of Jane working so that Jenny let them continue staying there. Otherwise, there was no place for them to go.

“Waitressing is easy,” Bobby said as if that was enough to explain the argument away.

Jane turned to Bobby. “What do you do?”

Bobby raised his hands. He walked over to the dresser. Thought for a moment and then turned to the two, who were just sitting on the end of the beds watching him closely.

“Okay,” he said finally. “It’s like this. Let’s say our kitchen is the café. You walk in. After you sit down, Jenny hands you a menu.”

“What is a menu?” Jane asked.

Bobby sighed deeply. “That is something that lists all the food that you serve at the café. There’s usually a little slip of paper clipped to the top that lets you know what the specials are.”

“What is special?” John asked.

“That’s the feature of the day,” Bobby quickly responded.  When he glanced at the two and realized what the next question was going to be, he quickly added, “The cook makes a lot of one item and offers it at a good price, hoping that a lot of people will want it, eliminating him having to cook different foods during the day. Does that make sense?”

Both nodded their agreement to what Bobby asked. With that, Bobby picked up a couple of pieces of paper off the dresser. He walked over to Jane, handed her one piece and then gave John the other. He motioned them to look at the items.

“Okay, the menu has everything that is being served here. You pick out what you want to eat. You do know how to read?” Bobby asked.

Jane looked up at him. “I am a quick study. Before entering your atmosphere I connected to your Library of Congress and had inputted all your books into my memory cells,” she said nonchalantly.

“Wow. I would like to tap into your motherboard,” Bobby added.

Jane turned to John. “Interpret.”

Bobby waved his hand to get their attention. “Let’s not get sidetracked here.”

Bobby pointed to the make-believe menu and then continued, “You let me know what you want to eat. I write it down.” Bobby pretended to write something on the paper he was holding. “I then give it to the cook.”

“What is the cook?”

“That’s the person who will prepare your food.”

“Why can’t I be the cook?” Jane asked.

John choked as he tried to hide the fact he found humor in Jane preparing the nourishment for consumption.

“Because they do not need a cook. They need someone to take orders and serve the food. Hence they need a waitress.”

“Then what do I do after I serve the food.”

“If they ordered coffee, you make sure you keep their coffee cup full.”

“Why can’t they do it themselves?”

“Because it is your job to do it.”

“Sounds counter-productive.”

Bobby shook his head. “That is the way it is.”

“This does not sound like a challenging job.”

“It isn’t. That is why it is minimum pay. You will make money if you are pleasant and make sure your blouse has the top three buttons undone.”

“Why?” Jane asked with a puzzled look on her face.

“Just do it, and trust me you will make more money from tips than from your salary.

“So that is all I have to do?”

“It may help if you roll your hips while you walk.”

Both look puzzled at Bobby, who walked across the room and exaggerated rolling his hips as he walked. John’s eyes widened when Jane got up and mimicked Bobby. However, she was more seductive, and John could not take his eyes off of Jane’s behind.

CHAPTER 15

It had been a long day for the men at Area 51. High alert meant more men on sentry duty and more extended hours for everyone on the base. Colonel Crimshaw had spent hours going over the maps of the area and the coordinates. Why they never found anything of substance was beyond everyone’s belief, given the fact they were on top of the signal as soon as it appeared on the radar screen. It was evident something hit the television studio that brought it down. Moreover, the two technicians on duty during the incident were no help, as neither claimed to have seen anything. Both claimed to have jumped for cover.

The Colonel was in his ex-wife’s housedress. Something he wore it at night to bring him closer to her. Plus the fact he found them comfortable. He sat there in his old recliner with a beer nearby. The other hand had the remote while watching a Fox New commentary, his favorite way to end the day. Slowly he scratched his crotch and then grabbed the can of beer off the end table. He was about to take a swig of the beer when the doorbell interrupted him. He pushed himself off the recliner. It was his free time, and he had given orders not to disturb him unless it was important. He only hoped whoever it was, knew what they were getting into.

As the door swung open, the young radar operator stepped back quickly with a surprised look on his face at seeing the Colonel in the housedress. He saluted the Colonel and then handed him the file.

“Lt. Jasper asked me to give you this.”

Colonel Crimshaw looked annoyed at the interruption as he accepted the folder, quickly opened it, and read the report.

“This was hours ago. Why wasn’t I notified earlier,” the Colonel snapped.

The radar operator shrugged. It did not happen on his watch. It was only through going over previous transmissions that the beeps on the radar screen were discovered. And that was only by accident.

“We thought it was a glitch in the system.”

“It wasn’t your call to make.”

The radar operator swallowed hard and then stepped back. “I’ll pass on the word. It won’t happen again.”

Quickly the radar operator saluted the Colonel and then turned and hurried away. Under his breath he mumbled, “Nice dress.”

The Colonel, realizing the housedress he was wearing, quickly slammed the door shut and then threw the file folder across the room.

* * *

The sun shined brightly over the desert sky with not a cloud in sight. The weatherman had been forecasting rain for days now, but the hot desert air materialized nothing, and the land was becoming more barren than ever before.

Elmer was up early. He had made a pot of coffee and was on his second cup when Jenny walked into the kitchen. She glanced at him sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper.

“Are you okay, Pa?” she asked.

Elmer looked up with a surprised look. “Birthday cake. Whose birthday is it?” he asked.

Jenny spoke louder. “No. Are you feeling okay?” she asked again.

“Why are you shouting?”

Jenny ignored the question, and just walked over to where he sat and put her hand on his shoulder. “The package yesterday. Bobby said it was from a pharmaceutical company.”

Elmer got up and walked over to the sink with his cup of coffee. He dumped the remainder of the coffee down the drain and then turned to Jenny.

“Can’t a person have any privacy in this place,” he snapped.

Jenny just rolled her eyes. “I’m only concerned about your well-being.”

“You want me to make baked beans?” he asked with a puzzled look on his face.

“No!”

“Then what is it?”

“I’m concerned.

“Well don’t be. I’m in perfect health.”

“Does this have anything to do with the Widow Megal?”

“You have been listening to Bobby!”

Elmer stomped out of the kitchen, leaving Jenny alone. She glanced out the window at Jane doing her morning workout and then thought how different things were a few years ago, before her mother’s passing. No one worried about her father than because that care was left up to her mother. It was always felt that Elmer’s hearing was on the decline, but no one had the heart to address his failings because Mom took care of everything.

It was not until her mother was diagnosed with cancer that Jenny took it upon herself to come home and care for the two. It had only been in recent years after her mother passed that she sought employment outside the house, confident that Elmer could be left alone for the day. There was only problem, there were no jobs in advertisement like the high-powered job Jenny had in New York. Hence she’d accepted the job of waitressing at The Little A’Le’Inn café in town. Also, it was a job that was mindless. She didn’t take work home at the end of the day, unlike the job in advertising.

The low-flying helicopter in the distance brought Jenny back to the here and now. She walked over to the door and yelled out at Jane.

“We’ll be leaving for work in half an hour.”

Jane glanced up in time to see the helicopter making its way along the desert floor in the hopes of catching her as they had yesterday morning. She hurried into the house before they flew overhead and narrowly missed catching a glimpse of her again.

* * *

The Little A’Le’Inn Café was busy that morning as the Star Trek Convention Center was in full swing by midweek. Jenny and Jane had arrived early that morning so that Jenny could run through a few things with Jane before the morning crowd came in. By eight fifteen Jane already looked haggard as she took two plates off the counter and walked over to the table by the door where two patrons dressed in strange alien garb sat. This whole Star Trek theme irritated Jane, as everyone had such a warped misconception of what an alien was supposed to look like. The female had fins coming out of her forehead and scales glued to her cheeks. She just stared at her eggs, which were almost running off the plate. The male just glared up at Jane.

“I said over easy, not raw!”

“You wanted the yoke runny,” Jane argued. Nevertheless, it was the wrong thing to say, as the customer was always right even when they were wrong.

The man tipped the plate. ”This is too literal,” he snapped.

Jenny turned to Jane quickly and gave her one of those looks that told her to back off. Jane picked up the plate, glaring at the two patrons. She walked into the kitchen, shoved Clyde out of the way, tossed the eggs on the grill, and fried them crispy. Clyde knew enough not to interfere, so he just stood back and watched. When a waitress was ticked off at a patron, although it was Clyde's policy that the customer was always right. Clyde knew that some of the time, whether they were right or not, some customers deserved not to be treated with respect. Just because his waitresses chose to serve and wait on tables gave customers no right to demean them for that choice.

Jane picked up the eggs with the spatula and flipped them back on the plate. She walked out of the kitchen and over to the two sitting smugly at their table. Jane set the plate down and then glared at the two.

“I hope you are satisfied now.”

“This isn’t over,” the woman started to say but was kicked under the table by her partner, so she abruptly stopped in mid-sentence.

“This is fine,” the male patron said looking up at Jane.

The female patron glared at the plate with the burnt eggs and then up at Jane. As much as she would have liked to say more, she knew better.

Jane just turned around and walked over to where Jenny was standing at the cash register. Jenny watched the exchange and was amazed at Jane’s strength. It was not long till the two tossed a bill on the table and walked out without touching the burnt eggs. As the door shut behind them, the other patrons in the small café clapped their approval at Jane’s treatment of the rude couple.

Jenny ignored their approval of Jane’s behavior. She just turned to Jane.

“I think we have to work on your people skills,” Jenny whispered, so no one else in the café heard what she said.

“A death ray would work for this situation.”

“Where did you say you were from?” Jenny asked, looking suspiciously at Jane.

“I didn’t.”

Jane turned and picked up the coffee pot and walked over to top off coffee cups. She was ever so sweet to the other patrons, pleased with the fact everyone had given her the thumbs-up.

CHAPTER 16

Luckily there was a two-hour delay in the start of school because of some problem with the air conditioning unit. It gave Bobby the perfect opportunity to drive John around to look for a job. He knew Jenny was serious about him getting a job and the fact Jane already had one, put the pressure on him to make sure John got one too.

They had filled out numerous job applications, but times were tough, and no one seemed to be hiring. The fact that John’s skill set, being a navigator of an alien spacecraft, didn’t quite match up to what most companies were interested in, didn’t help.

Bobby pulled up to the Hollywood Video store and parked near the entrance. He hopped out of the car, quickly followed by John.

“Is this where I will work?” John asked as he had before entering all the other companies that morning.

Bobby turned to John. “No, dude. I think we have to build you an identity.”

“Identity?” John asked with a puzzled look. “What is that?”

Bobby rolled his eyes with a half-cocked smile. “That’s who you are.”

John looked puzzled. So much of what the earthlings did, did not make sense, and he wondered why his elders ever wanted to explore their planet for future habitat. Their culture was not as advanced. They seemed to enjoy simple pleasures with no reasoning power. Their technology was primitive.

John finally turned to Bobby. “So, how will they give me an identity?”

“You get a card.”

John reached into his pocket and handed Bobby his Intergalactic identity card. “Like this,” John said finally.

Bobby took the card and studied it for the longest time. He found the symbol of John’s home planet quite intriguing.

“Cool.”

Bobby reached into his pocket, pulled out his video card, and showed it to John. “You need something like this,” Bobby said, pointing to the card. “This is better than Visa.”

“What is Visa?” John asked.

“Trust me. You don’t want Visa. It only causes problems.”

Bobby turned and walked into the video store followed closely by John. They walked over and took an application form out of the slot. They sat down with a clipboard and Bobby helped John with the request for the video card. While they were busy filling out John’s application, a movie played on the monitor. It was a caricature of alien movies. John glanced up with wonderment and found it difficult not to watch.

John spoke up. “What’s that?” he asked.

Bobby just shrugged. “That’s an alien.”

“That’s what you think I am?”

Bobby laughed. “No, dude. You’re cooler than that.” He glanced up and pointed. “That’s what Hollywood thinks you look like.”

Once they had the application completed, they walked over to the counter. It did not take long, and the video card was handed to John. They walked out of the store. John was proud of the fact he had his identity.

Bobby was confident now that John had the start of his identity that now he would be able to get a job. He pulled up to the Daily News Building. They sat there for the longest time while John nervously fidgeting with his fingers.

“You know what to say?” Bobby asked.

“I want a job.”

“Yeah, that too,” Bobby said, giving John a look and then laughed.

“You’ll do fine. If you don’t know what to say, just look stupid and say ‘cool.’”

“Cool?”

“Yeah, that means okay.”

“Why don’t I just say good?”

“Because that isn’t cool.”

John stared at Bobby for the longest time. He doubted his eyes as Bobby glanced down at his watch.

“Hey, I got to get going, or I’ll be late for school. You think you can do this on your own?”

“Sure, why not.”

John reluctantly got out of the car and walked up to the Daily News entrance. Bobby gave him the thumbs-up and drove off.

* * *

It had been a long morning for Jane at The Little A’Le’Inn café. Things finally slowed down, and she and Jenny were allowed to take a much-needed break. They sat at the counter with coffee in hand. When they heard the door open, Jenny turned to Jane.

“I’ll get this one. You just take it easy.”

Jenny reached over for a menu and then followed the customer over to his table. When he sat down, she was surprised to see Charlie Hill, Bobby’s teacher.

“You lost?” Jenny asked.

“Bobby told me you worked here. It’s a long way from the corporate rat race.”

“You’ve been back here for how many years? You could have called to let me know.

A tear rolled down Jenny’s cheek. Seeing him again was painful, more painful than she realized it would be. She swallowed hard, wiped away the tear before answering.

“So you could say I told you so,” she asked.

“I wouldn’t have said that,” Charles whispered as he glanced around the café. “This is a step-down, even for you.”

Jenny glared at him a moment. It was then Jane took note of the two and was about to interrupt them, but Jenny motioned for her not to interfere.

“This town isn’t noted for high-level corporate positions.”

“But surely you could have found something more suited.”

“Suited to what?”

Charles shrugged. “I don’t know.”

Jenny put a pen to her pad and then decided to do her job. “You going to order or just dispense advice?”

Charles quickly glanced at the menu and then looked up. “Your sunrise special, for starters.”

Jenny was taken aback by the remark. Just then, Widow Megal walked in with her pedigree white poodle, Buttons. She walked over to a booth. Jane walked over and handed the widow a menu.

Widow Megal glanced up as she accepted the menu from Jane. “Buttons would like a bowl of warm milk.”

Jane pointed to the sign by the door. “No animals.”

“Buttons is my baby.”

Jane glared at Widow Megal and then looked at Buttons. “She has your nose.”

Jenny walked over quickly. She smiled politely at Window Megal and motioned to Jane.

“I’ll take care of this table,” she said.

Jane turned to Jenny and restated her concern. “We don’t serve animals.”

“Widow Megal is an exception,” Jenny argued.

“Exception? Explain.”

Jenny thought for a moment before answering. “When you have rules, but some people don’t have to abide by them.”

Jane appeared puzzled. “Is that fair?” she asked, looking around and then quickly added, “To everyone else.”

By then, other patrons had taken notice and were watching the exchange.

“No. But Ms. Megal, she’s…”

Jane cut her off and then nodded. “An exception.”

“Yes,” was all Jenny replied.

Jane walked away while Jenny turned to Widow Megal and smiled sheepishly. She knew her father liked the widow. In fact, Mable Megal was her mother’s best friend. It did not bother her that Elmer was interested in her. In fact, life would be easier at the ranch if she did not have to worry about her father. Bobby should graduate in the spring and if he went away to school, and Elmer and Mable hooked up, then Jenny could go back to her old life.

Clyde walked over to the register where Charles Hill stood waiting. Once Charlie paid his bill he walked to the door. He turned and looked at Jenny for a moment before leaving. Just then Jane walked over to Jenny.

“He looked at you most peculiarly,” Jane said, looking at Jenny for her reaction.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Jenny said.

“It was just an observation,” Jane responded with her head cocked.

“You’re all wrong.”

“Then the way he looked at you meant something.”

Jenny smiled. “Did he look at me like that?”

Jane shrugged. “I wouldn’t know.”

Jane walked away from Jenny. She quickly took the fresh pot of coffee off the Bunn Burner and topped off everyone’s cups.

CHAPTER 17

After Bobby left John at the newspaper office, he quickly drove across town to school. By the time he reached the school grounds, it was already in session, and he was marked tardy again. Bobby just shrugged. A few more months, and he would not have to worry about any of this anymore.

Bobby got out of his car and slowly walked into the building. Before he could make his way to third-period class, the school secretary hurried out of the principal’s office.

“I think the principal wanted to see you, Bobby.”

Bobby just rolled his eyes. “I almost forgot.”

“I bet you did. Mr. Rowe left a note yesterday afternoon.”

“Oh yeah, that’s right. But I think there is a big mistake about what happened yesterday.”

“Why? That is unimportant, right now. You’re on the agenda for the staff meeting tonight.”

“Cool. Then why don’t I wait until tomorrow, when the principal will have more to tell me?”

The secretary shrugged as she realized the principal was busy that morning. It made sense to let Bobby go to his class and then deal with all their issues with him tomorrow morning after the staff meeting that night.

Bobby had the secretary write him a hall pass, and then he happily walked down the hall, knowing he just dodged the bullet again.

* * *

The afternoon sun was high in the sky. In the distance on Highway 375, the heat of the day caused mirages to appear. It was on Highway 375 that John was given his newspaper route. Without Bobby to guide him, he went back to the ranch and took the only vehicle he had access to, to deliver his papers. As long as he flew under the radar, he would not have to worry about the Cammo dudes from Area 51. Things had gone well, and John had delivered all but a few of his newspapers. Because of the heat of the day he had not seen another vehicle at all during his deliveries until he saw an old pickup coming down the road.

Driving the old pickup was Old Man Pitt, the town drunk. The truck swerved in and out of his lane. John was curious about the truck coming straight for him. Nevertheless, Old Man Pitt did nothing to get out of John’s way. If truth were known, John had the right of way, but it was one thing to be right and another to be dead right.

John quickly maneuvered the spacecraft upward out of the pickup’s way and as he did that he quickly tossed a paper through Old Man Pitt’s open window. The paper landed on Old Man Pitt’s lap.

Old Man Pitt picked up the newspaper and stared at it a moment. Quickly he reached in the glove box and pulled out a small bottle of moonshine. With the flick of his wrist, he tossed the bottle out the open window and then glanced up in time to see the spacecraft disappear into a low-hanging cloud.

“Show me the way, Lord. I saw the light.”

* * *

The sudden blip on the radar screen at Area 51 caused the technician to sit up and take notice. It was like the other day—only a few quick beeps and then it disappeared again. The technician quickly wrote down the coordinates and made a notation into the log but that was all he did for the moment.

* * *

The school air conditioning system still wasn’t running up to full capacity, so during lunch hour most of the kids sought the refuge of the outside under trees. The slight breeze was the only relief anyone would get from the hot desert sun.

Bobby found a spot away from all the rest of the kids. He never did feel like he had anything in common with any of his classmates. That was, everyone except Shelby Mall. There was something different about her. She genuinely welcomed him when he first came to school months earlier. Although she didn’t seek out his friendship further, she was always there with a quick greeting and made his usual mundane life at school something to look forward to.

Shelby walked up to Bobby, who was just staring up at the sky. She looked down at Bobby; he just smiled at her.

“Thanks for what you did yesterday,” Shelby said with her usual smile.

Bobby sat up and leaned back on the tree. “It was nothing.”

Shelby sat down on the grass next to Bobby, Indian-style. “What did the principal say?”

“Blew me off,” Bobby laughed mockingly. “I should know something in the morning.”

“Why the morning?”

“I guess they have a meeting this evening and I’m on the agenda.”

Shelby just shook her head. “If I had my way it wouldn’t be you in the principal’s office.” Shelby reached over and touched Bobby’s hand in the way someone does when they care deeply about a person.

Bobby did not know what it was about Shelby that made his heart skip a beat whenever he saw her or was near her. He only hoped she was not playing with him or his heart

* * *

Old Man Pitt nervously paced Sheriff Mall’s office. He held up the newspaper. Finally, he stopped in front of the sheriff’s desk and shoved the newspaper at Sheriff Mall.

“You got to do something,” he argued.

Sheriff Mall just looked up at Pitt. He appeared puzzled. As long as he had been Sheriff, he had been dealing with the demons that followed Pitt after one of his bouts with the home brew. But he had never seen him so riled. Sheriff Mall did not want to let on that Pitt’s sighting of the spacecraft delivering newspapers was not the only complaint he had that morning.

He was just at a loss as to how to deal with these complaints, especially given the Star Trek convention that was going on. He had just assumed it was a stunt to get more publicity for the convention center, so the less he made it, the better off it would be, so he thought.

Sheriff Mall finally turned to Old Man Pitt. “What do you want me to do? It was delivered on time.”

Old Man Pitt slammed the newspaper on the desk. His hands shook.

Sheriff Mall was not sure if it was from his drinking or the idea of seeing a spacecraft.

“Aliens delivered this, I’m telling you.”

“Have you been drinking your hooch again?”

Old Man Pitt made the sign of the cross and then raised his right hand.

“As God is my witness, this came out of a spacecraft.”

Sheriff Mall fought back the urge to laugh. He glanced up at Old Man Pitt and then at the newspaper on the desk. He finally nodded his head.

“I’ll call the Daily News and ask if they’ve hired aliens to deliver the paper,” he said and then paused a moment. “Where did you get it?” he asked quickly.

“Highway 375, near the base.”

Sheriff Mall wrote down some information on a note pad and then glanced up at Old Man Pitt. “Maybe they got it on the radar.”

As hard as he tried, Sheriff Mall could contain himself no longer and burst out laughing. It angered Old Man Pitt, who just turned and stormed out of the office.

CHAPTER 18

Even though the desert heat was unbearable to most, Jane appeared to be immune to it. She was outside doing her calisthenics in a scantily clad outfit. Unlike the day she did them in the nude.

Unknown to Jane, John was standing at the door watching her workout. He had a hard time pretending not to be affected by what he saw.

Jane used the pole for the clothesline to do chin-ups. She counted as she pulled herself up. Once done with thirty, Jane hopped down and started doing jumping jacks. John just stared as her breasts bounced with every jump she took.

While he watched Jane, the small flat-screen television on the counter was turned on to a Las Vegas channel broadcasting the news at the convention center.

Bobby walked into the kitchen. He glanced at John at the door and quickly cleared his throat.

“What’s up?” Bobby asked, going to the fridge and pulling out a can of soda.

John quickly glanced down and then turned away from Bobby. “Nothing,” he said as he stammered while looking guilty.

Bobby walked over to the door where John was standing. He glanced outside at Jane and then turned back to John as he popped the soda lid.

“You have been spying on her?” Bobby asked.

John appeared embarrassed and then turned to Bobby finally. “I haven’t been feeling well.”

Bobby took a sip of the soda and then looked at John for the longest time. “Why, what’s the matter?” he asked finally.

John cleared his throat. “I think I’m expiring.”

Bobby turned to John with a puzzled look on his face. “Expiring?”

John replied, with a grave look on his face, “Yes.”

Bobby was at a loss for words. He knew John was concerned about their health since arriving there days ago. It was evident from the way he looked at the medical box and the broken syringes. Up until then, Bobby hadn’t given too much thought to what it meant until now.

“Does this have anything to do with those syringes that were damaged?”

John just shook his head as he avoided looking at Bobby. He finally turned to Bobby. “In your world, you call it dying.”

Bobby laughed for a moment, trying to make light of John’s remark, but the look on John’s face told him he was serious.

“You’re young. Why would you think you are dying?”

John glanced down a moment before answering. “My body parts are becoming rigid at times.”

“Like when?”

“I don’t know. It just happens without warning.”

Bobby glanced at the back door at Jane exercising, and then he turned to John. “Could it be when you watch Jane exercising?”

John stammered a moment. “Well,” he said but then stopped. He looked around and then leaned into Bobby and whispered, “Yes.”

Bobby raised his eyebrows and then smiled uncontrollably.

“My dying makes you laugh?”

“You’re not dying, man. You’re experiencing life.”

“It feels funny,” John added quickly.

“It’s perfectly reasonable. Here on earth when a man is attracted to a woman, he has feelings.”

“Feelings?” John asked with a puzzled look on his face.

“Certain body parts become rigid, so to speak.”

Bobby found it difficult to explain the birds and the bees to John. It was hard for him to believe he had no clue about the changes to his body. But then he was not from this world. Bobby took a deep breath and then quickly added,

“If you and Jane acted on those feelings, it would be most pleasurable.

“That is not an option.”

“What if you never left Earth, then what?” Bobby asked.

It was hard for Bobby to understand John’s urge to want to go home. After all, he had always known Earth as home. How could any other planet be better to live on? Especially given the little they knew about John’s home planet. It was not even in our solar system that Bobby knew of. It sounded most sterile, and the elders seemed to take the fun out of the simple pleasures most humans enjoyed.

John studied Bobby a moment. “I haven’t thought of not leaving.”

Bobby gulped down the soda and then turned back to John.

“Well, if you are stuck here, you might as well enjoy it,” he added.

Just then the door opened, and Jane walked in. Her body glistened with perspiration. She had been picking up a glow from the hot desert sun, and the color was becoming on her, especially with her blonde hair. As Jane walked through the kitchen, she glanced at the two. Bobby kept his eyes on John and raised his eyebrows, as the young navigator couldn’t take his eyes off Jane. John looked down at the stiffening body part that concerned him. Jane gave John a frown as she also looked down at John and then hurried out of the kitchen.

Just then a commercial came on the little flat-screen television set that sat in the corner of the kitchen counter. It startled John for a moment as he listened to what was being said.

“It’s Big Kaz from Kazar Used Car Lot,” the man on screen announced.

John found it difficult not to watch the tiny screen. Bobby just laughed, thinking John had a problem with the used car salesman.

“It’s only a commercial,” Bobby added abruptly.

“No, it’s Kazar!”

“Yeah, Kazar Used Car Lot. The guy is an idiot.”

John continued staring at the small screen. The logo of the used car lot was that of his home planet.

* * *

It had been hours since the bleep appeared onscreen. The coordinates matched those on Highway 375, which didn’t make sense, given the bleep indicated a craft and why would it follow a highway?

The Colonel and his caravan of Cammo dudes followed the road and the coordinates exactly when they came to the first bleep that appeared on the screen. The Colonel parked his white Jeep Cherokee and stepped out of the vehicle. He slowly walked over to the bottle of moonshine smashed on the side of the road.

One of the Cammo dudes walked over to the Colonel. He glanced down at the broken bottle and then looked up.

“I wonder if it was before or after he drank the bottle that he saw the spacecraft,” Colonel Crimshaw said under his breath.

“It was an official sighting.”

Colonel Crimshaw bent down and picked up the broken bottle, “By a drunk.”

“What do you want us to do?” the Cammo dude asked.

The Colonel tossed the broken bottle back on the ground. He was tired of being made a fool of. He finally turned to the soldier.

“Call off your men. We’re going back to the base.”

The Colonel quickly walked back to his jeep. Then he turned and looked down the highway for the longest time. It had occurred to him that most of their alien sightings took place during the Star Trek convention, so he was skeptical of strange beeps and witness accounts.

CHAPTER 19

John finished his delivery in record time, thankfully for the craft he used. He was able to go Mach speed down Highway 375 and only had one incident with the old pickup truck. When he was done with his deliveries, he parked the craft back in the shed. It gave him the perfect way to test problems in the space craft. John busied himself tightening one of the solar panels. Bobby walked into the shed. He looked at John, who was busy checking other areas of the craft. Bobby just walked around the space craft, amazed at how small the craft was. He turned to John.

“You’re hell-bent on leaving?” Bobby asked.

“This is not our home.”

“It could be.”

“The commander and I,” John started to say but then stopped.

Bobby did a double take at John. He frowned at the way John always seemed to put himself down when it came to Jane. John noticed Bobby’s concern and then he restated what he was about to say.

“Jane and I were sent on a mission to collect evidence that one of our comrades, Kazar, landed here a long time ago.”

It caught Bobby’s interest. Now he understood John’s interest in the commercial earlier but felt it was only coincidental that the used car salesman could be his long-lost comrade in arms.

“How can you be sure?” Bobby asked.

“It would be ten years in your way of telling time,” John said as he shrugged with a kind of indifference.

“What are you going to do when you find him?”

“I did find him. He was on the monitor screen.”

Bobby grinned a moment. “Have you been hitting my stash under my bed?”

“It was him!”

“So now what?” Bobby challenged.

“Our mission is to bring him home.”

Bobby glanced around at the ancient tools in the shed and then laughed. Although he knew John was serious, there was no way he could get the spacecraft up and running with the tools at hand.

“Look around, man. You do not have wings to fly out of this hellhole. Besides, what makes you think your comrade wants to go home?”

John shrugged as he thought for a moment. It never occurred to him that there ever would be a problem. He and Jane were sent on a mission. Why wouldn’t he also want to return to his home planet? John finally turned to Bobby.

“Why do you pose problems?”

Bobby rolled his eyes. “Call me a fatalist.”

John looked puzzled. He liked Bobby and felt a real kinship with him, but he had to remember that Bobby was also an earthling, that his loyalties were for his mother planet. Bobby knew nothing else of the universe. As far as earthlings were concerned, an alien looked like what he saw at the video store. After a long silence, John finally answered Bobby.

“There were frequent messages transmitted from your planet, but then they stopped when it was announced a rescue mission was underway.

“Maybe he didn’t want to be saved.”

John quickly turned to Bobby. He looked at him a moment, about to say something, but then stopped. He turned and walked into the opening of the craft. Bobby followed him inside.

John walked over to the controls. He opened a panel door and pulled out a container. John showed it to Bobby.

“This will bring him to us.”

Bobby appeared puzzled for a moment and then quickly asked while shaking his head.

“You said the transmission stopped. Maybe he is dead?”

“No,” John said ignoring Bobby’s remark. “In our world when the body ceases to function, the Celtic…”

“Celtic?” Bobby questioned quickly. “Is that like in basketball?”

“He is our spiritual advisor. When the body ceases to function, the aura of a being’s existence is gathered.”

“Like the spirit?” Bobby asked.

“Spirit?” John said, looking puzzled. He was apparently confused by the word and what it meant.

Bobby thought for a moment. He did not know how he would explain this to John when he did not have much of a religious belief, and that was where they discussed the spirit. He struggled to find the right words, and then he pointed to his heart.

“That’s who we are inside.”

John glanced at him as if he understood. “Celtic?” he said again.

Bobby just shrugged, raised his hands, and dropped them as he mumbled, “Whatever!”

John turned to Bobby and then smiled. He held up the container from the console.

“You mix this with certain ingredients, and no alien can resist this for miles.

Bobby stared at John in disbelief. “Your world is different.

“We have compounds for most everything,” John added proudly.

Although Bobby found his planet different, John found the earthlings and their culture weird. What purpose did Elmer get from listening to that loud music all day, plus the fact that the music hurt his inner ear? John looked at Bobby and wondered why someone with his mentality pretended to be an airhead. John had been in Bobby’s room and looked at the books he read, and the persona of him wasn’t what was inside him. It bothered John that Bobby wasn’t using his ability to his full potential.

Bobby broke the long silence. “What about something to make you happy and in a less hostile mood?”

John turned to Bobby. “As in what you were inhaling in the desert?” John asked.

Bobby looked sheepishly at John, not realizing John had put two-and-two together.

“Not for me,” Bobby said and then thought a moment while looking around before continuing, “You see, I’m in a little trouble at school. If certain people do not chill out about me, I’m history.”

John rubbed his cheek and then grabbed the two containers out of the console and set them down in front of Bobby.

“This should do it,” he said.

“Good. You’re coming with me tonight. Right now we have to get through dinner,” Bobby added quickly and then motioned to the containers. “Don’t say a word to Jenny about this.

John nodded as if to agree but did not see why they had to be secretive about it. Things are so complicated in this world. Nothing is as it seemed.

* * *

Jenny set the food on the table. Mario Lanza was piped through the speakers in every room. John rubbed his ears, but it was useless. He just glanced at Jane nervously. He had a hard time not looking at her heaving breasts through the thin house dress that Bobby found for her.

He and Jane had been together for a long time, and in that time he couldn’t recall ever experiencing the things he was feeling for her now. It bothered him, yet it was most pleasing.

Elmer broke a piece off his roll and fed Spot, who gobbled up the morsel with expectations of getting more. John could not get over the devilish look in Elmer’s eyes.

Bobby kept nervously glancing up at the clock, which did not go unnoticed by Jenny.

“Do you have someplace to go?” Jenny asked.

Bobby looked up with all the wide-eyed innocence he could muster. “Yeah,” he said and then cleared his throat. “John and I are going downtown this evening.”

“What for?”

Jane glanced over at John. It had bothered her that ever since they crash-landed on this planet, John seemed to be becoming insubordinate. Granted, he never disobeyed any order she gave him. It was just he seemed to be taking liberties and exerting a form of independence that was not conducive to their training. Plus, the fact their craft was still in disrepair. Until it was in operating order, they were stuck on this planet, no matter how primitive it was.

Bobby startled Jane back to the here and now when he said, “Homework.”

“Homework,” she snapped as she turned to John. “Why do you have to go downtown when the home is here?”

John turned to Bobby. He knew this was not going to be an easy question for Bobby to answer. Jenny, on the other hand, was taken aback by Jane’s question. Bobby just rolled his eyes and tried not to look guilty.

“Jane has such a sense of humor,” Bobby mocked.

John turned to Bobby for the longest time. He then turned to Jane to see her reaction, which wasn’t good and then he looked back to Bobby.

Bobby turned to Elmer. “So, Gramps, what are your plans for this evening. I hope you give Mario a rest. Otherwise, you’re going to wear out that tape.

“The mail came earlier,” Elmer said with a confused expression on his face.

“No, you have to give Mario a rest,” Bobby shouted.

Elmer just gave Spot a piece of meat, ignoring Bobby’s remark.

Jenny turned to Bobby with a stern look. “You didn’t answer me. Why do you have to go into town?”

“I have work to do. You know graduation is coming up soon.”

“So then you plan on graduating.”

“Ah! Ah! Why wouldn’t I?” Bobby answered a question with a question, keeping the merry-go-round going.

Elmer looked up with the innocence of a child. “We should get a dog,” he said.

Jenny turned to him with a haggard look, frustration visible on her face.

“That’s all I need,” she snapped and then quickly added, “You can’t even take care of yourself, much less a dog.”

“I saw some Chocolate Lab pups for sale in the paper.”

“Dad, don’t you understand English?”

“I’ll call to see if they got their shots.”

Jenny just shook her head. She looked at everyone at the table and then put her head in her hands. Jane and John followed suit and did the same. John turned to Bobby and shrugged for guidance. Bobby just shook his head.

CHAPTER 20

Elmer was in the bathroom washing up. He ran the electric shaver quickly over his face and then put on a splash of Old Spice. He glanced down at Spot sitting at his feet. Ever since the visitors came to live with them, Spot had become inseparable with Elmer. Elmer bent down and dabbed a little aftershave on Spot’s head.

“The ladies go wild over this stuff.”

Spot just covered his head with his front paws and whimpered. They were interrupted by the knock on the door.

“Gramps, you’re not the only one living here.”

Elmer opened the door and leaned out. “Someone on the phone.”

Bobby looked at Elmer. He got a whiff of the aftershave lotion and was apparently startled by what he saw. In the six months he’d lived there, he never saw his grandfather do more than shave three times a week, whether he needed it or not.

“You’re not the only—oh, never mind,” Bobby said and then quickly added, “You got a date?”

Elmer walked past Bobby, ignoring his question. He walked over to the desk with the phone and then turned back to Bobby.

“Did someone call me?”

Bobby just shrugged. The door at the end of the hall opened. Jenny walked out of her bedroom in time to see Elmer. A puzzled look crossed her face as she frowned and turned to Bobby, who in turn just shrugged, walked into the bathroom, and shut the door.

Elmer picked up the receiver and, hearing the dial tone, hung up the receiver and then walked into his bedroom and shut the door.

Once in the confines of his little sanctuary, Elmer took the package he received earlier off the dresser. He studied the envelope for a moment, quickly opened it, and wet his lips looking at the tiny bottle of Viagra. Elmer tossed the bottle in the air like a little kid with his first hardball. He quickly put the bottle in his pocket and then walked out of his room, followed by Spot.

* * *

Bobby was anxious about what he was about to do but fearful of explaining it all to Jenny. She had such high hopes for him, and he didn’t want to disappoint her once more. Bobby promised himself if he got out of this mess, he would stay on the straight and narrow until graduation.

It was hard getting out of the house that evening. Jenny sensed something was up with Bobby and John and it had nothing to do with homework. It took some doing before Bobby was finally able to leave for the evening. He drove while John nervously glanced out the passenger window while holding the bottle from the spacecraft.

“Is it right, what we are doing? John asked.

“It’s not right to expel me for something I didn’t do.”

There was a concern in John’s voice. “Maybe if you explain.”

“Old man Rowe has had it in for me ever since I came here.”

“I’m not sure what effect this will have on humans,” John argued while holding the bottle tight. He regretted telling Bobby what the compound could do.

“We will only use a little,” Bobby said assuredly.

Thank goodness, it was a short drive to the school, and once they got there, Bobby parked near the football stadium. He quickly got out of the car, and when he saw John not moving, he walked over to the passenger door and opened it.

“Come on. I need you.”

John reluctantly got out and followed Bobby to the back of the school. They looked at the row of basement windows, and when they saw one cracked open, they knew it was their way in. Luckily no one was there yet for the staff meeting. Bobby glanced at his watch and figured they had a good half-hour before the staff meeting would start.

Walking through the empty halls was unnerving. Their footsteps echoed unlike ever before. Bobby led the way, with John following close behind. As they entered the principal’s office Bobby glanced around. The evening sun illuminated everything in the office. It was then Bobby saw the folder sitting on the corner of the desk. He quickly picked it up and flipped it open. Bobby studied the computer sheets showing his grades and frowned. He had not realized just how poorly the teachers were grading him even though he was getting A’s and B’s on all the quizzes and tests.

Bobby walked over to the computer and turned it on. Once the desktop screen came up, he stared at the screen that asked for a password. Bobby opened the center desk drawer, rummaging through the drawer until he found the piece of paper he was looking for. Bobby hoped it was the user name and password.

Quickly he typed in the user name and then the password, but the only thing that happened was an error message. John motioned for Bobby to move over. Bobby quickly obliged. John sat down, went into the guts of the computer, and typed in a series of numbers and then clicked the enter button. Bobby watched the screen and hoped the system was not set up to lock up after a few failed attempts. To Bobby’s surprise, a large ‘Accepted’ crossed the screen.

“How did you do that?” Bobby asked.

“All computers recognize a cryptic code to bypass the security system.”

“We got to talk later,” Bobby laughed.

“Did I do something wrong?”

John pulled up Bobby’s grade history while Bobby watches over his shoulder.

“Is this what we came for?” John asked.

Bobby stared at the screen. “What are you doing?”

“You want to remain in school, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but isn’t what you are doing illegal?” Bobby asked.

“And us being here,” John asked motioning to the principal’s office, “Isn’t this illegal?”

“You have a point.”

Bobby looked at the “D” he was getting in Mr. Rowe’s class.

“I’m doing at least ‘B’ work, and he’s giving me an ‘D’—that isn’t fair.”

John clicked on the record and then changed the “F” to an “A.” He quickly modified other grades on the screen and then printed the page. Bobby grabbed the sheet from the file folder. He folded it, put it in his pocket, and replaced it with the new modified sheet. John turned the computer off and then just watched Bobby and waited for his lead.

Once done with modifying Bobby’s grades, they left the principal’s office and then walked down the corridor. John glanced curiously at the lockers with their combination locks. He walked over to one of the lockers and touched the lock.

“What is the purpose of this?” John asked.

“It’s where we store our belongings while we’re in school.”

John played with the combination lock for a moment, and then it suddenly opened. Bobby just stared at John.

“How did you do that?”

“These are primitive devices,” was all John said, adding no more explanation of how he opened it.

Bobby walked over to Shelby’s locker and motioned for John to open it. John reluctantly turned the combination lock a few times until the lock quickly released. Bobby slowly opened the locker and looked inside. Although there were no lights on in the corridor, Bobby could still make out the sketch of himself taped to the back wall of the locker. On the corners were penciled hearts with arrows through the heart.

“Oh shit, she does like me,” Bobby said with a grin.

Bobby closed the locker with renewed interest. He glanced at the clock on the wall and then quickly hurried to the teacher’s lounge. He feared the secretary would be there early to set things up for the meeting.

* * *

The teacher’s lounge wasn’t far from Shelby’s locker. Bobby had a purpose now. Granted he wanted to graduate, but he had to make sure that, along with his SAT score, he had the grades to reflect that that score was not a fluke.

Bobby quickly walked over to the teacher’s lounge door followed closely by John. Bobby opened the door slowly, hoping above all else that no one came early. As luck would have it, the lights were out. As he opened the door, the chairs were placed around the room for the meeting that was to take place shortly. Off in the corner, there were two pots of coffee on hot plates where the secretary put them earlier.

Bobby knew they would have to hurry because he was sure if the secretary would be back to finish setting up the room before the meeting started.

Bobby turned to John. “The show’s almost on the road,” he said, walking over to the pots of coffee. “Give me the bottles.”

John hesitated a moment. “I don’t know if what we are doing is right.”

“Now is not the time to back out,” Bobby snapped.

John looked concerned. “What effect it will have on humans, I can’t be sure.”

“I’m desperate. I can’t get expelled.”

“Maybe they won’t expel you.”

Bobby looked at John with disbelief. He was not going to chance that this would go his way. “Hurry, we don’t have all day.”

John took the bottles out of his pocket and reluctantly handed them to Bobby, who in turn quickly twisted the caps off and poured each into the two pots of coffee.

Once they were done spiking the coffee, Bobby and John quickly left the way they arrived, hoping not to run into any of the teachers or the principal. They made it out of the parking lot long before any of the teachers showed up for the special meeting.

CHAPTER 21

Once Elmer readied himself, he quickly got in his old Cadillac convertible with the extension ladder strapped in the passenger seat. Spot sat silently on the back seat waiting in  anticipation for what was to come. It was a short drive to Widow Megal's house.

Once Elmer pulled up to Widow Megal’s house he took the extension ladder and placed it under the second story window that was lit. He quickly took the bottle of Viagra out of his shirt pocket and then popped one of the blue pills into his mouth and swallowed it. Then he started belting out Mario Lanza’s “Santa Lucia” with all the gusto he could muster up, still clutching the bottle of Viagra. Spot sat patiently at Elmer’s feet.

Widow Megal hurried to the window to see what all the noise was. She opened the window wide while watching Elmer below with his arms outstretched. Fearing the neighbors calling the police because of the noise, she motioned Elmer to come up the ladder.

As Elmer started climbing up the ladder with the bottle of Viagra in his hand, he slipped and accidentally dropped the bottle. Elmer hesitated a moment, he glanced down in time to see Spot grab up the bottle and run off with it.

Meanwhile, the Widow Megal waited patiently at the window for Elmer. Elmer threw caution to the winds and continued up the ladder. Once he was near the end of the ladder, the widow grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him through the open window. For a brief moment, all that could be seen were Elmer’s legs waving precariously about until a hand reached out of the window, grabbed the seat of Elmer’s pants, and pulled him through. In an instant, the window was slammed shut.

* * *

The special meeting at the high school was delayed somewhat as no one wanted to deal with the situation at hand. The school year was almost over, and everyone only wanted to be home. It took follow-up calls to fill a quorum so that any decision that was made that night could not be contested.

The secretary poured coffee for the attendees as more showed up for the meeting. She quickly passed out cookies in the hopes that the grumbling would soon stop. Once enough people gathered, the principal proceeded to start the meeting. Unknown to all it gave enough time for the mind-altering drug to take effect and because everyone was drinking coffee, no one seemed the wiser to know what was being discussed was not the intent of the meeting.

“He is such a joy to have around,” the principal proudly announced.

If truth be known, he admired Bobby Drews’s free spirit and secretly despised the jocks of the school who seemed to bully anyone who didn’t fit into their conventional mode of thinking. Anyone who was in high school and did not fit into a particular clique knew what he was referring to.

Mr. Rowe stood up and announced, “I move to make him valedictorian.”

The school secretary meticulously took down the minutes of the meeting. Unlike all the others attending the meeting, she was drinking her bottled water. Although she was puzzled by all the brilliant comments about Bobby, she just did as she was told and took down the comments as they were said. She liked Bobby and thought he was given a bum rap by the jocks at the school. She was on the school grounds when the incident happened. Unlike Mr. Rowe, she had a different opinion as to who started the fight. She tried to explain that to the principal the next morning but her pleas were ignored, and it was Mr. Rowe who convinced the principal to hold this special meeting to have Bobby expelled. She secretly smiled to herself, listening to Mr. Rowe and his praises of a student that he had apparently despised four hours earlier.

* * *

Spot played with the bottle of Viagra behind Widow Megal’s old woodshed. Suddenly the cap loosened and fell off. Pills spilled out onto the ground. Spot quickly licked the ground and chewed a couple of the pills. After a few minutes, his eyes rolled, and he hurried off.

* * *

Bobby dropped John off at the ranch and then drove off to go cruising. He didn’t know if what they did would work and he found it difficult to sit home and wait for the phone call from the principal saying he was expelled. Worse yet, he feared his plans for him going on to school would never be a reality no matter how good his SAT score was.

Bobby stopped for a red light and was in kind of a daze when he glanced into the ice cream parlor window to see the vision that had been in his mind all day. Shelby Mall sat alone looked forlorn and rejected. Bobby quickly parked the car around the corner.

Spot hurried around town servicing female dogs in heat. When he could not find a warm body to release himself, he humped a fire hydrant with great vigor when he sniffed something in the air. He quickly took off, back in the direction of Widow Megal’s home. He entered a doggie door. It didn’t take long till he found what he was looking for, Widow Megal’s pet, Buttons, who was in heat.

* * *

Jenny was sitting on the couch reading 50 Shades of Grey, enjoying the peace because everyone seemed to have someplace else to be. It was nice not having to listen to Mario Lanza blaring throughout the house. John and Jane were in the shed working on some secret project that she had no interest in knowing about. Bobby was still in town under the pretense of school work.

She was having a hard time dealing with all the problems of being part of the sandwich generation. Caring for Elmer was bad enough, but having Bobby thrust upon her was wearing her down. Granted, he was no longer a toddler, but he did qualify as a person of the younger generation. Given the fact her sister was incapable of giving the youth the proper guidance he so desperately needed, it was her job to provide that.

The knock at the door startled her at first. She quickly got up with a book in hand. As she opened the door, to her surprise, she saw Charles Hill standing on the porch with a bouquet of flowers in hand.

“Charles?” Jenny said with surprise.

Charles handed Jenny the flowers. Before taking them, Jenny quickly turned and set the book on the table with the cover down.

“I thought you had a meeting.”

“I won’t be missed.”

“So, what are these for?”

“I thought we could start over.”

“What do you mean?”

“I wanted to tell you I’m glad you’re back.”

“Do you want to come in?”

Charles glanced around and then turned to Jenny. “How would you like to go for a ride in the desert like we used to do?”

Jenny dropped the flowers and wrapped her arms around Charles. They kissed passionately.

Jane walked across the driveway when she observed Charles and Jenny at the front door. The exchange puzzled her. Jane just turned around quickly and headed back to the shed, not wanting to disturb Jenny.

* * *

It had been a long day for Bobby, one he was glad to put behind him finally. Ever since viewing the contents of Shelby’s locker earlier that evening, he regretted not seeking her out sooner. So much of what and how he felt about school was the feeling of having no real bond with anyone. Now he had a lot to make up for. Especially seeing there were only two and a half months left of the semester. He only hoped that if he buckled down, he could offset all the bad grades he had acquired earlier in the semester.

Bobby finished his sundae and then nervously glanced around the still-crowded ice cream parlor.

“So, are you going to the prom?” Bobby asked finally.

Shelby was startled by Bobby’s inquiry. Not thinking he would ever participate in anything so conventional.

“No, are you going?” Shelby asked, hoping there was a reason for him asking.

“I was waiting to ask you if you wanted to hang out with me.”

Shelby smiled at him innocently. “Sure. You still going to be in school?”

Bobby just rolled his eyes and grinned. “If I have anything to do with it, yes.”

“What time was the board meeting?”

“You know about that?”

“Everyone knows about that.”

Bobby glanced at the clock on the wall again. “I think my fate has already been decided.”

“If you don’t get expelled, what are you going to do?”

“Lay low, for one thing.”

“What about the future?”

“Now that I got my SATs, I’m sending out applications for colleges.”

“You haven’t done that yet! Christ, Bobby, you should have been doing that eight months ago.”

“I’ve got an edge on the competition.”

Shelby raised her hands. It was frustrating listening to Bobby, and she feared that he had not changed after all.

“This is what I don’t like about you,” was all she could think to say.

“It’s all going to work out. I have it under control.

Shelby just stared at Bobby’s confidence and then settled back. It was useless to worry about him if he would not help himself. She only hoped he had not waited too long to apply to colleges, but then she wasn’t aware of his SAT scores.

CHAPTER 22

John was busy working on the navigational panel, checking for loose connections. He was on the floor looking up, tightening everything he could, and then checking the electrical pulse to make sure the circuitry was grounded. John was so busy he had not noticed Jane at the spacecraft entrance watching him.

“You almost finished with that task?” she asked.

John glanced up, hitting his head on the bottom of the navigational station.

“Oh,” he yelled.

“Serves you right,” Jane snapped.

John slid out from under the navigational panel and just stared up at Jane for the longest time.

“What’s your problem?”

Under normal circumstances, a remark like that would have gotten him in trouble. It was insubordination for him to address a superior officer like that.

“You have been spending too much time with the earthling and not enough time getting the craft operational.”

“We were to observe them, I thought.”

“Is that what you are doing?” Jane asked with an apprehensive look.

“Well, yes,” John stood up nervously and just stared at Jane.

Jane stepped closer to John, making him uncomfortable, but all he could do was stand there with his back up against the navigational panel. They stood face to face for the longest time when Jane grabbed him suddenly and kissed him passionately. John responded, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close to him.

* * *

Bobby and Shelby walked hand in hand down the street. As much as he wanted to get lost in the moment, his thoughts were filled with the board meeting at the school that evening. He hoped above all else that the potion they put in the coffee did the trick and he was indeed out of trouble.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Shelby asked.

Bobby turned to her and laughed. “Not on your life.”

“Why, what were you thinking?”

“I was just wondering what your father would say if he knows about us.”

“What can he do?”

“Ground you, for one thing.”

“I’ve listened to my mother, and he wasn’t an angel when he was growing up.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to welcome you dating me with open arms.”

Shelby put her head on Bobby’s shoulder and then kissed him on the cheek.

“You let me worry about him.”

As they near Shelby’s house, Bobby slowed his pace. He wasn’t terrified of Shelby’s father but didn’t want a confrontation with him that night. He did not want to ruin a perfect evening with Shelby. Once they walked up the path to the front door, they stood there for a moment before Bobby reached over and kissed her gently.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he whispered.

Shelby smiled up at him as the front porch lights suddenly came on, startling the two. Bobby quickly released Shelby, fearing her father making his appearance known. He was aware that he would eventually have to face him, but he was not willing to do it just then.

* * *

The sun rose over the ranch. Spot lay on his backside next to the front porch, completely exhausted. Mario Lanza was belting out “Santa Lucia” disturbed the quiet of the still morning. Birds took flight out of fear.

Inside the ranch, Bobby sat at his desk sleeping over an open chemistry book. He slowly raised his head when he realized it was only Mario. He grabbed the book and walked out of the room, down the stairs, and hurried into the living room over to the stereo and turned the music off. Just then Elmer walked out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee in hand. Bobby turned to Elmer.

“It’s Saturday, can’t we sleep in?” Bobby argued.

“It’s a beautiful day out there.”

Bobby glanced at the clock. “It’s also seven thirty.”

Elmer just held up the coffee cup. “Want a cup,” he asked with a cheerful grin.

Jenny walked down the stairs yawning as she approached the two. She turned to Elmer and then looked surprised at the chemistry book in Bobby’s hand.

“What’s up with all the racket?” she snapped.

“Gramps rolled in a little while ago. From the sounds of Mario, I think I might have a new grandma soon.”

Elmer handed Jenny the cup of coffee and then turned to Bobby with a grin.

“Don’t you have school?”

Bobby held up the chemistry book. “It’s Saturday. I was trying to study.”

As John and Jane descended the stairs, Bobby turned to the two and was struck by the change in their relationship. They were arm in arm and as they walked into the room John’s arm was around Jane’s shoulder. It was as if they could not get enough of each other. Jenny turned to Bobby, shaking her head.

“Did I just walk into The Twilight Zone?”

Bobby turned to Elmer, and then he slowly turned back to John and Jane while raising his hands and shrugging.

“I’m with you.”

Bobby motioned to John as if to say, “What’s up?”

* * *

Later Jane was in the back yard doing her chin-ups on the clothesline pole, while John just stood on the porch and gawked at her.

Jenny looked on from the kitchen window with Bobby at her side. Both seemed a little puzzled by the events of that morning. Jenny finally turned to Bobby.

“Do you notice something different about those two?”

Bobby knew what Jenny was referring to, but didn’t want to speculate on what had changed between the two. Bobby just turned to Jenny and hummed a familiar tune from the Twilight Zone.

“Do…Do…DoDo.”

The doorbell interrupted their conversation. Bobby set the chemistry book on the counter. He looked up at Jenny and shrugged before walking out of the room to answer the door. When Bobby walked closer to the front door, the silhouette of their visitor was visible through the glass door. Bobby was puzzled as to the reason for this early morning visit as he slowly opened the door.

“Are you lost?” was all Bobby could think to say.

Mr. Rowe grabbed a hold of Bobby’s hand and shook it. “You are so funny.”

Jenny walked into the living room just then. “Who was it?” she asked but then stopped.

Jenny was surprised to see Mr. Rowe. All she could do was remember the various times she had been called to school because of a complaint Mr. Rowe had against Bobby’s lack of interest.

Bobby turned to Jenny. “You remember Mr. Rowe, from school,” which was a stupid thing to say.

“I’ve had enough conference with him to be on a first-name basis,” Jenny said sarcastically and then quickly added, “Is there something wrong.”

“I was telling the board last night what a joy it was to have Bobby in our school.”

Jenny appeared puzzled. “You are talking about Bobby Drews?”

Bobby turned to Jenny quickly as if to say “thanks a lot.” It puzzled him that Mr. Rowe, the one teacher that was hell-bent on making his life miserable, seemed to have done an about-face with his thinking of him. Bobby remembered his first progress report from his class. He was getting A’s and B’s on the quizzes, yet he said in the interim report that his work was below average and was failing English. It all had to do with the antics he pulled in the honor study hall and nothing to do with academics. But after that, Mr. Rowe made it his goal in life to make Bobby’s life miserable.

Mr. Rowe turned to Bobby and smiled. “I wanted to be the one to tell you the news.”

Bobby swallowed hard. He never told Jenny about the trouble at school and now feared it would all come out.

“Tell him what?” Jenny said, curious now what would bring Mr. Rowe all the way out to the ranch on a Saturday morning.

Mr. Rowe took a certificate out of the folder he carried and handed it to Bobby.

“It’s a pleasure to teach such a gifted student, and we want you to know it was unanimous that he should be the valedictorian of his senior class.”

Jenny’s mouth dropped open, and then she finally turned to Bobby and shook her head. She mumbled to herself, “Is everyone going crazy?”

Jenny just walked out of the room, leaving Bobby standing with Mr. Rowe, who turned to Bobby as if he was someone of importance. Bobby walked to the door and opened it, hoping Mr. Rowe would take the hint. Luck was with him as Mr. Rowe quickly left.

CHAPTER 23

Jenny stood in the kitchen hoping it was a place to take refuge from the insanity of what was going on around her. She looked out the back door at Jane and John holding hands on the lounge swing. A few days earlier they appeared to be arguing siblings. Now it was as if they couldn’t get enough of one another. Bobby walked into the room.

“Mr. Rowe finally left,” he said with relief in his voice.

Jenny turned to him. “What’s happening?”

Bobby shrugged innocently. “You’re asking the wrong person.” He too looked out the window at the two sitting on the lounge swing.

“Whatever is going on is creeping me out,” Jenny quipped.

“What’s wrong with a little love around here for a change?”

Elmer walked in. All spruced up. He grabbed a cup of coffee and then walked out without saying a word to the two.

“It bothers me to think Dad is getting it more than I am,” she said under her breath.

Jenny just shook her head and then walked out of the room. Jane walked in followed closely by John. She turned and kissed John and then walked out of the room leaving John standing there with puppy love in his eyes. He was about to follow Jane, but Bobby grabbed hold of his sleeve.

“What is up with you two lovebirds?” Bobby asked.

John had guilt written all over his face and then replied, “She rocked my world last night.”

“That’s obvious. Are you going to give up on going back home?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, if you want to cook up that concoction to draw your friend out we’ll have to get supplies.”

John turned to the living room door and then back at Bobby; he hesitated for a moment.

“Let’s do it.” he replied.

John was not sure what he was doing was right. He was enjoying being here on Earth, but it wasn’t home. He knew the feeling he was experiencing for Jane wasn’t right, yet he didn’t know how to explain why it was happening. It had all started when they failed to inject themselves with their daily medicine.

* * *

Bobby drove into town with John. They pulled up to the first grocery store they saw. Bobby turned to John.

“Do you have your list?”

“Yes. I’ve checked the molecular structure and came up with similar ingredients on your planet.”

“This ought to be interesting.”

John held up the list. “These ingredients along with my compound should do the trick.”

“I hope so. Aunt Jenny is getting suspicious, and I fear she will make you and Jane move out soon.”

Bobby quickly got out of the car. John quickly followed with his list in hand. Once they had the shopping cart, Bobby grabbed the list from John and appeared puzzled by the ingredients. He headed down the aisle where most of the ingredients could be found.

Once the cart was filled with most of the merchandise, Bobby turned to John.

“We only have the ground beef left to purchase.”

“It will take a few hours to simmer our mixture.”

Bobby appeared puzzled as he rolled up to the meat counter. He looked at the list again. “Are you sure we aren’t cooking for a barbeque?”

“What’s a barbeque?”

“Basically what you have on your list.”

Bobby just shook his head as he started grabbing up the packages of ground beef, which pretty well filled up the cart.

* * *

Bobby slowly dragged the tripod to the fire pit while John positioned the picnic table nearby. Once the tripod was placed, Bobby dumped a bag of charcoal into the pit. After dousing it with charcoal lighter, he lit the coals. Once that was accomplished, he got the wheelbarrow out of the garage, set the large cast-iron pot inside, and wheeled it to the tripod.

When everything was in place, Bobby and John started emptying their purchases into the large pot. Bobby was thankful Jenny had errands to run in town because it gave him the perfect opportunity to fry the ground beef on the kitchen stove. He had four large pans going, and as the meat cooked and was done, John added it to the cast-iron pot.

After an hour, all the ingredients were added to the cast-iron pot, and the mixture simmered. Bobby finally turned to John.

“When do we add the compound?”

“Not for a while. We have to simmer it down first.”

Bobby sampled the mixture because he was sure everything that was added so far was edible.

“This tastes good.”

“You sampled it?” John asked.

Bobby glanced at the pile of cans and bottles and then laughed.

“I’ve tasted worse when my mother cooked a meal. So when do we add your secret compound?”

John shrugged and then replied, “Now is as good as any time.”

With that, John disappeared across the yard to the machine shed where the spacecraft was housed. It did not take long, and he was back by the fire pit handing Bobby the canister that contained the compound.

“How much should I add?” Bobby asked.

John just shrugged his shoulders. “Beats me.”

With that, Bobby unscrewed the canister and started pouring the contents into the pot while John stirred the mixture. Foam began to appear, which scared Bobby, thinking it would bubble over, but then things settled down. The foam subsided, and the mixture gave off a peculiar odor. Bobby added a little more, and again it foamed up.

“That smells,” Bobby said as he turned away.

John quickly stirred the mixture. Once the compound was in the mix, Bobby refused to taste it for fear the mixture was now poisonous.

* * *

At Area 51 Colonel Crimshaw was busy at his desk working on reports when suddenly he glanced up. As if in a trancelike state, he walked out of his office past a Cammo dude without saluting. Slowly he walked over to the white Jeep Cherokee and got in. He started the engine and drove off without saying a word to anyone.

* * *

At Kazar’s used car lot, Kazar was talking to a couple. He was trying to sell them a classy convertible. When all of a sudden, as he was about to hand the couple the keys, he stopped. Instead, he shoved the couple out of the way and in a trancelike state, he climbed into the convertible and drove off without saying a word. The couple just stood there, awestruck.

* * *

An aerial view of the ranch shows a caravan of cars coming down the highway along with people walking toward the farm. In all, there were hundreds of people converging onto the ranch. In the lead were the Colonel in his white Jeep and Kazar driving the convertible.

Four Years Later

It was June, the sun was high in the sky, the temperature climbed into the mid-eighties. The graduating class at Yale listened to the speakers intently. Bobby Drews sat among the graduating class waiting patiently to accept his diploma while Shelby sat with her father next to Jenny and Charles Hill. All were proud of Bobby’s accomplishment.

* * *

Meanwhile back at The Little A’Le’Inn John was busy in the kitchen cooking while Jane waited on tables. She was pregnant as she walked into the kitchen with an order. She handed it to John, who grabbed her around the waist. He patted her belly as he kissed her passionately. The door to the café opened and Widow Megal walked in with Elmer, who had a leash in hand and was walking Buttons. Following Buttons were her offspring, all looking like Spot.

THE END

Other Books by Lillian Francken

Now that you have finished my book, won’t you please consider writing a review? Reviews are the best way readers discover great new books. I would truly appreciate it.

Here is a listing off all the books I have available.

Under the name J.J. Franck

1501 Parcher Place – Drama

The house at 1501 Parcher Place stood beautifully preserved for years. But it held mysteries of its past residents that only Trish Morgan, a recent divorcee, can uncover. Trish had done a term paper years earlier and befriended the last descendent of the Parcher’s. This friendship leads to an inheritance that turns Trish’s life in a tailspin of despair when she discovers a past resident also haunts the house. In order to get peace back in her life she must untangle the relationships that led to a love triangle years earlier.

Trish struggles to rid herself of her deadbeat husband while solving the disappearance of Robert Parcher years earlier.

Raven – Political Thriller

Raven is a story about a homicide detective, Don Morgan, who while investigating the death of a brutally murdered woman, Raven VanBuren, becomes obsessed with her portrait. Raven was the personal assistant to a missing Senator which seems to complicate the situation. When Raven turns up alive Don has to face the fact that she is now his prime suspect in a murder and knows more than she is letting on about the disappearance of the Senator.

This story is set in Washington DC and leads Don into the world of high stakes political financing and uncovers campaign monies being diverted into Super Pac funds that only Raven has the information to uncover its meaning. Don can only hope while solving the mystery he can keep Raven alive in the process.

Into the Darkness – Psychological Thriller

Lydia refused to die. After being brutally beaten and buried in a backwoods swamp. A lightning bolt striking a tree nearby jolts her back from the dead. The problem is she has no memory of who or why anyone wanted her dead. In the hospital another attempt is made on her life but no one believes her. Rather than go home, she voluntarily admits herself into St. Lucia Psychiatric Hospital in order to be safe and allow herself to uncover what she doesn’t want to remember.

Through her therapy sessions, Lydia soon uncovers a family in turmoil, and greed. Where murder is the only way out of past deeds done.

Shadows in the Night – Mystery (coming soon)

This story is about a terminally ill woman who is befriended by an undercover detective. When the detective is brutally killed and haunts the woman, she tries to uncover who it was who killed him so that his spirit can pass over. This is a touching story about two spirits who find love in the afterlife.

Under the name: Lillian Francken

A Family Christmas Story – Family Drama

A Family Christmas Story is a novella about one families dysfunctional Christmas celebration.

Megan Montgomery works in Chicago and is faced with her boyfriend, Robert Murphy wanting to meet her family over the Christmas holiday.

Unknown to her Robert is planning to ask her to marry him on New Years Eve, but first wants to ask her father for her hand in marriage.

Robert surprises Megan on her flight home. She is then unprepared for him meeting her dysfunctional family.

All About Love – Romantic Comedy

All About Love is a modern day version of Taming of the Shrew.  If you liked Shakespeare’s take on this romantic comedy you will enjoy my version as I try to follow the plot line closely.

My version has Katherine being the daughter of an ad executive, Edward Kincaid. While Edward is having lunch with his younger daughter Belinda, he offers Katherine’s hand in marriage as a flip remark to Peter Roditis, who Edward assumes is just a waiter at a Greek restaurant he frequents.

Peter is actually the son of the owner of the restaurant. Once Katherine joins her father and sister for lunch. Peter sees her and is immediately struck by her beauty. Before leaving the restaurant, Katherine accidentally drops her wallet while dining. Peter tries returning the wallet and is mistakenly hired as Katherine’s administrative assistant.

Peter uses this to get close to Katherine and proceeds to tame the shrew with kindness. And in the end gain her love.

Blue Moon Rising – Thriller

Blue Moon Rising is a thriller about a small town sheriff, Dan Harter who is a widower raising a teenage daughter in a town that nothing seems to happen out of the ordinary. His major task in life so far has been keeping the single women in town at bay, while fielding calls about a marauding herd of razorbacks that had been terrorizing a local farmer.

It all changes when he gets a call to investigate the brutal death of a young teen. With the help of the new coroner, Nancy Davie, they uncover the possibility that a serial killer had been hiding in their little community for twenty years.

While investigating the case, Dan comes to realize that his dead wife might have been on the trail of the serial killer.

As the body count grows, he is drawn closer to Nancy Davie and comes to realize that his libido didn’t die with his wife.

Omega Factor – Suspense Thriller

Omega Factor is a suspense/thriller about an ex-CIA agent, Sara Blaine, who is trying to hide from her past. Unknown to her the brother of her ex-lover, Mitch Winthrup was sent to protect her because an international terrorist is on a mission to kill the remaining members of the elite CIA group she was a member of.

After a failed mission years earlier, Sara was badly injured and with the help of her uncle, she faked her death and now hides with her son at her uncle’s resort in a small rural community in northern Wisconsin.

This story moves back and forth between northern Wisconsin and Langley headquarters where Prescott Sinclair, a statistician at the CIA uncovers a link between a terrorist searching out and killing members the elite CIA team known as Omega, he notifies his supervisor who is more interested in advancing his own career than protecting former agents. Prescott takes it upon himself to save the last remaining member of the Omega group.

There is a race against time to find the terrorist while protecting Sara from harm.

Rustic Roads – Suspense Thriller

Rustic Roads is a suspenseful story about Susan Jessup who travels to a small rural community for a week long vacation in the hopes to put her life back together after a failed relationship. Her mother is also concerned about Susan’s stepsister who was on a bike tour of Rustic Roads around the state and headed for an aunts summer home on Half Moon Lake. Susan’s stepsister was last heard from heading for Half Moon Lake on the final leg of her bike tour and hadn’t been heard from for over a week.

Susan is swept up into the lives of the local town people and finds herself attracted to a local man who could possibly be involved in her sister’s disappearance along with his own sister’s death.

Tetris – Murder Mystery

Tetris is a paranormal story about a computer illiterate woman, Anna Webster, who is trust into the world of industrial espionage when she receives a copy of a game disk, Tetris and accidentally pulls up a spreadsheet tied to the game.

Anna is troubled when one of her co-workers is killed and her roommate beaten to near death. This forces Anna to seek shelter at a cottage owned by her employer, Edward Armbruster.

It isn’t until the next generation computer she has access to at the cottage she is renting, helps her uncover the spreadsheets hidden in the Tetris directories on the disk. Anna along with the computer, uncovers the lengths someone has taken to siphon the company profits and bring it to near total collapse.

While communicating with this next generation computer Anna finds herself strangely attracted to the artificial intelligence that seems to have a mind of its own.

The Curiosity Shop – Romantic Comedy

Witches can be found in the most mundane place. The Curiosity Shop is a story about Cassandra Sinclair who is a dutiful niece helping an elderly aunt through a medical crisis by managing her aunt’s oddities emporium, The Curiosity Shop. For years the rumors that her aunt was a witch haunted Cassandra, but they were rumors she never allowed herself to believe. That was until Mitch Westfield, a local beat cop, enters the picture along with thugs demanding protection money.

THE CURIOSITY SHOP is a comedy of errors that’s a family-oriented mystical story reminiscent of Bell, Book and Candle. Digging into the belief, people have powers beyond our comprehension, where good overcomes evil.

The Twelfth of Never – Espionage Thriller

The Twelfth of Never is about Gideon LaMont’s struggle to control the demons hiding beneath the surface of his subconscious. The only thing he had to ease the pain was a picture of a woman he knew not how he came to having it or if she was real person, but it was the only thing he had to hang onto when the demons surfaced and the memories of a war long forgotten came back with a vengeance.

That all changed the day John Hamilton contacted the agency and wanted to turn over evidence of an attempt on the presidents’ life. The floodgates of suppressed memories come hurtling back along with the knowledge that the woman in the picture he carried was real.

THE TWELFTH OF NEVER is a fast-paced, thriller with more twists and turns than a roller coaster ride as it rockets you towards a surprising climax. It is the story of a man suppressing atrocities of war until his survival depends on his coming to terms with what happened to him years earlier. It’s also a story about love and forgiveness.

Till Death Do Us Part – Murder Mystery

Marriage can be a real killer. Till Death Do Us Part is a twisted tale about love, marriage and infidelity.

Two lives are changed forever because of a chance meeting in a park on a hot summer night. It started out innocent enough, but when Megan Montgomery succumbed to a moment of passion with Thomas Fitzgerald, it wouldn’t be long when her world starts tumbling in around her.

It was only through a twist of faith that the one thing Megan and Thomas wanted most in life would become a reality. But the price was dear to both, and soon Megan’s life was in jeopardy because of it.

We Come In Peace – Coming of Age Comedy

We Come in Peace is a story about two aliens Zolar and Jupel who crash land in the desert near Area 51 in Nevada. They are searching for their comrade who disappeared years earlier when he was on an exploratory mission on earth. Lucky for them they are rescued by Bobby Drews, a pot-smoking teenager, who takes them home to his dysfunctional family. Bobby introduces them as Jane and John.

Because of the Star Trek convention in Las Vegas, Jane and John fit in well with the strangers that have come into town for the convention.

Complicating the situation, graduation is just months away and it is doubtful if Bobby will graduate even with a perfect SAT score.

Bobby is kept busy hiding the aliens from the commander of the base at Area 51. To fit in, Jane takes a job at a local café while John delivers newspapers.

Bobby in desperation enlists the aid of John to alter his school grades but things go haywire when the potion John creates and gives to the faculty has adverse side affects.

Wednesday’s Child – Drama

Wednesday’s Child is the child who is abandoned by life. This is a coming of age story about Jimmy Brewster, a homeless boy, who had been living on the streets because his father abandoned him.

When the story begins Jimmy has to make a decision about joining a local street gang. After living on the streets for months and seeing no end to his misery, he is about to give up on all the principles his mother taught him. That is until Don Rhodes, a down on his luck horse rancher steps in and forces him to make the choice to fight to live.

Together the two must find a common ground and in the end conquer the demon that haunts them both.  Don is a recovering alcoholic who caused the death of his wife and son years earlier. Jimmy must finally come to terms with his mother’s death. This story is about their struggle to become a family against all odds.

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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.

Books by Lillian Francken:

Tetris

The Twelfth of Never

Omega Factor

Rustic Roads

Blue Moon Rising

Till Death Do Us Part

Wednesday’s Child

We Come In Peace

All About Love

The Curiosity Shop

A Family Christmas Story

Other Books under the pen name J.J. Franck

Raven

1501 Parcher Street

Shadows in the Night

Someone To Watch Over Me

Into the Darkness

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Lillian Francken
WE COME IN PEACE

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 17

CHAPTER 18

CHAPTER 19

CHAPTER 20

CHAPTER 21

CHAPTER 22

CHAPTER 23

Other Books by Lillian Francken

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