“Look at that!” His finger drilled the newsprint page. Janaya grabbed the paper from him and smoothed it out on the tabletop to read. Flying Aliens Land in Sloan? “At least they have a question mark. You’d think they’d grow tired of publishing UFO stories. I’m tired of reading the stupid speculation. I’ve a good mind to give them an interview with the real facts.” “Don’t you dare,” Luke said. Janaya winked. Someone rang the doorbell to the front door and seconds later, his cell phone peeped. “Reporters,” Luke snapped. “Slimy bastards.” “And on your day off too.” “It’s not funny.” “We can still go on our picnic, can’t we?” Janaya gestured at the wicker basket they’d loaded with goodies. “I’ve been looking forward to it. We don’t have picnics on Dalcon.” “I suppose we could creep out the back and walk up to the waterfalls on Dad’s land instead of the spot out by the camping grounds.” His eyes narrowed in thought. “We could swim.
