" Can you quit?" he asked."Probably," I said, nodding. "I was downing a quart of booze every day back then, and I stopped doing that." Mr. Harder does...not like you, says you're a wise guy and too damn old, bad for discipline he says, a trouble maker." The young man nodded his agreement and raised one thin eyebrow as he refolded the letter."Not much I can do about it." Buzzy and I had exchanged perhaps twenty words since I had signed a contract."And he's a good baseball man. Everybody says that.. Next day was Sunday and my parents were at home Savita aunty came with Sweet and got introduced with my mom and she praised me to my mom and felt so sorry for not having a child at all. My mom said its ok u can consider my son as your son, she pampered on my head and went back, as days pass by all the kiddos of my apartment started called Rashmi uncle as Khadus (Arrogant), and aunty use to laugh when some one prank her husband. Savita aunty use to call me at her home every now and then to. Truly their dream died on the day they drove away from their farm for the last time.We were fortunate because we had reliable water. The northern end of our farm was all lowlands; a mile from the North Canadian River and not too many hundred years prior it had been a swamp. Now it was good fertile farmland with a six foot deep covering of rich, black topsoil. This was unheard of in most of Oklahoma. There was also good water just twenty feet down in the ground. Pa said we were blessed and that. Greg and another alien followed them.Much sooner than they would have in the original nest they reached the second bottleneck that marked the entrance to the nest itself. First Igwanda, then Meier and lastly Meiers­dottir, made the traverse, with their two alien companions behind.Although better lit than the tunnel, the nest was much dimmer than the splendor of the other, with only patches of the pulsating light that Igwanda now knew was a symbiotic life-form inhabiting the mature females'.