There had to be some way to convince alien/Karen not to send a message back to Endrung.I had just sat down with a second cup of coffee (yes, it was that sort of day) to start a little heart-to-heart when there was a knock at the door. A key turned in the outside lock before I could even get to the front hall. It was my mother and a very sleepy, bedraggled Sarah. Or maybe her hair was supposed to look like that. It was hard to tell these days. “Hello, darlings!” my mother called, letting herself in. “Sarah and I thought we’d have a ‘Girls’ Day Out!’”“Yeah, that’s exactly what I want to do,” Sarah yawned.Mom glared at her. “I am not passing up this opportunity to spend time with all my daughters.”Sarah snorted and made wide eyes at me.I glanced behind me to the kitchen table where my sister Karen was not sitting, eating another slice of cake. This had all the hallmarks of a disaster. It’s not that Sarah and I couldn’t fix whatever problems would crop up when Mom inevitably realized that there was something off about her eldest daughter.
