than you try for casual and miss. My green friend was missing it by a klick, and I got tired of feeling lightly groped for information.
"I think I'll go for a walk," I said. "Mom and Dad are probably right down the road. I'll let them know you're here."
"I'll go with you," Green man offered.
"That's all right," I said, and motioned him onto the porch, and to our porch swing. "You've been traveling. Have a seat and relax."
"All right," he said. "If you're comfortable having me here while you're gone." I think that was meant as a joke.
I smiled at him. "I think it'll be fine," I said. "You'll have company."
"You're leaving me the dog," he said. He sat.
"Even better," I said. "I'm leaving you two of my friends." This is when I called into the house for Hickory and Dickory, and then stood away from the door and watched my visitor, so I wouldn't miss his expression when the two of them came out.
He didn't quite wet his pants.
Which was an accomplishment, all things considered. Obin - which is what Hickory and Dickory are - don't look exactly like a cross between a spider and a giraffe, but they're close enough to make some part of the human brain fire up the drop ballast alert. You get used to them after a bit. But the point is it takes a while.
"This is Hickory," I said, pointing to the one at the left of me, and then pointed to the one at my right. "And this is Dickory. They're Obin."
"Yes, I know," my visitor said, with the sort of tone you'd expect from a very small animal trying to pretend that being cornered by a pair of very large predators was not that big of a deal. "Uh. So. These are your friends."
"Best friends," I said, with what I felt was just the right amount of brainless gush. "And they love to entertain visitors. They'll be happy to keep you company while I go look for my parents. Isn't that right?" I said to Hickory and Dickory.
"Yes," they said, together. Hickory and Dickory are fairly monotone to begin with; having them be monotone in stereo offers an additional - and delightful! - creepy effect.
"Please say hello to our guest," I said.
"Hello," they said, again in stereo.
"Uh," said Green man. "Hi."
"Great, everybody's friends," I said, and stepped off the porch. Babar left our green friend to follow me. "I'm off, then."
"You sure you don't want me to come along?" Green man said. "I don't mind."
"No, please," I said. "I don't want you to feel like you have to get up for anything." My eyes sort of casually flicked over at Hickory and Dickory, as if to imply it would be a shame if they had to make steaks out of him.
"Great," he said, and settled onto the swing. I think he got the hint. See, that's how you do studied casual.
"Great," I said. Babar and I headed off down the road to find my folks.
PART I Chapter Two
I climbed out onto the roof through my bedroom window and looked back at Hickory. "Hand me those binoculars," I said. It did - and then climbed out the window with me. Since you've probably never seen it I'll have you know it's a pretty impressive sight to watch an Obin unfold itself to get through a window. Very graceful, with no real analogue to any human movement you might want to describe. The universe, it has aliens in it. And they are.
(Obin: "it," not "he" or "she." Because they're hermaphrodites. That means male and female sex organs. Go ahead and have your giggle. I'll wait. Okay, done? Good.)
Hickory was on the roof with me; Dickory was outside the house, more or less spotting me in case I should trip or feel suddenly despondent, and then fall or leap off the roof. This is their standard practice when I climb out my window: one with me, one on the ground. And they're obvious about it; when I was a little kid Mom or Dad would see Dickory blow out the door and hang around just below the roof, and then yell up the stairs for me to get back into my room. Having paranoid alien pals has a downside.
For the record: I've never fallen off the roof.
Well, once. When I was ten. But there were extenuating circumstances. That doesn't count.
Anyway, I didn't have to worry about either John or Jane telling me to get