I found him in the backyard, shining a flashlight up into the night. “Hey, buddy,” I said, trying not to let him see my recent panic. “Whatcha doin’?” He clicked the light, on-off, on-off. “Talking to the aliens.” “The what now?” “The aliens, Daddy. I’m asking them to come down and help.” “Ah,” I said. “But what if they’re evil aliens who want to conquer Earth?” “I’m telling them we’re nice.” “Okay. I think you’ve done enough tonight. Come inside now.” I couldn’t keep from glancing back up at the sky as we went. The stars were twinkling, on-off, on-off.
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