“But … what am I supposed to do?”
Casper suspected that this was an elaborate prank.
He walked the block several times, occasionally looking at the business card tucked in his jacket pocket. An address was typed on one side: 2714 Magnolia Drive. On the other, a hand-written phone number. He stood across the street from a Quik Clean dry cleaner, with a large 2712 above the door. Next to it, the aroma of fried chicken emanated from a Caribbean Wings and Things …
Keeping a CoolHead
“Hayley, you should tell the police your husband’s missing.”
Father deserved to die. While knocking seven kinds of thingy out of Mother, he would howl, ‘I love you Hayley, but you don’t love me, you heartless bitch.’ Then he’d break her ribs, and make her a cup of tea as compensation.
Every loyal wife, like every rib, has her breaking point. I was fifteen years old when Mother reached hers. Father staggered home drunk one night after being chucked out of the Dagger and Duck.
There were bigger things to talk about.
Due to the monumental coincidence of timing, Anna Chu always associated the aliens with her daughter. When she told people that, they smiled and laughed, assuming that it was just because she found out that she was pregnant on the same day that the first alien arrived. No one ever asked if there was more to it than that, which was fine because Anna wasn’t sure she wanted to explain that it wasn’t only the timing. It was the …