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held out his hand, and I kind of found myself giving him his flashlight. тАЬThank you, shiksie. That
was a pretty funny trick. You scared the shit out of me.тАЭ
The Yid wasnтАЩt all that much older than I was. He was maybe nineteen years old. I was
whatтАФsixteen, I guess. He had curly red hair and hazel eyes and thick eyebrows that looked like
they were stitched on, nice eyebrows, and a long face and a big nose like they have, and he was
real tall, maybe a head taller than I was, so if I looked straight ahead, IтАЩd be looking at his chest. He
was pretty well built, I suppose. He wore granny glasses with stems the color of a root beer float.
He wore combat boots and a trench coat except in the hottest months. He had a Guatemalan
scarf that I darned for him once even though I canтАЩt sew worth spit. When he smiled he had big
dimples and his lips curled down at the corners. I liked it all right when he smiled.
The Yid said, тАЬYou kill anybody lately, shiksie?тАЭ and I realized IтАЩd been staring at him, and if my
face hadnтАЩt been dead, I would have blushed then. I looked down, and he reached past me to the
phone box for a schmatte.
тАЬTule says donтАЩt.тАЭ
тАЬDonтАЩt?тАЭ He wiped his fingers one at a time, the best way he could, without dropping Tule or the
flashlight. Meticulous. Careful. ThatтАЩs how he gathered his power, is how I figured it, by taking time
to do things, soaking up the extra seconds like a solar panel taking in sunlight. I tried it a couple
timesтАФnever around him, mind youтАФand it works.
тАЬDonтАЩt kill. Tule says donтАЩt kill anybody anymore.тАЭ
тАЬSo youтАЩre understanding cat talk now, shiksie! Very good! German and Cat. YouтАЩre becoming a
linguist, a polyglot, a sophisticate. When the rest of my people come down here, you can
interpret. You can explain to them what all the Earth guys are saying from all the different nations
and peoples and tonguesтАФand species.тАЭ
I tried not to smile when he said that. I tried not to let it make me feel so good. I think I succeeded
fairly well.
He handed me back the schmatte to put away with the dirty ones and said, тАЬSo, are you taking
TuleтАЩs advice? тАШThou shalt not killтАЩ?тАЭ
тАЬI donтАЩt know yet.тАЭ
тАЬWhat else did she say?тАЭ
тАЬOther stuff. None of your business, actually.тАЭ
тАЬTake the cat.тАЭ He thrust Tule back at me, rammed her against my tits, felt like. I took her. тАЬLetтАЩs
go in, huh? LetтАЩs get out of the damn decompression chamber and get inside the ship. IтАЩm tired to
death of goddam Earthlings, arenтАЩt you?тАЭ
тАЬSometimes I want to just kill them all.тАЭ
тАЬBut Tule says donтАЩt, huh?тАЭ
тАЬTuleтАЩs not my boss.тАЭ
тАЬAnyway, itтАЩs too soon, shiksie. DonтАЩt kill them all yet.тАЭ
тАЬYouтАЩre not my boss either.тАЭ I let Tule jump down and prowl around and sniff things.
тАЬYou think I donтАЩt know this?тАЭ He pulled open the metal gate. He pulled open the big wooden doors
with the steel braces and bolts the size of hot dogs. You had to be strong to do that, because of
the rust, and nothing was on its right track anymore. Right away, I felt the warm air rush in from
the unknown section of Sears and Roebuck.
The unknown section, our section, got heated up right along with the known section. We had
running water in there too, and one outlet worked for a two-burner stove and a plug-in lightbulb. I
wanted to get a gang plug for more appliances and stuff, but the Yid said no, if we ever blew a
fuse, that would be the end of all our juice for good. We had a window too, the Yid and me, a little
half-sizer that wasnтАЩt made to open. It was dirty as hell and had cobwebs clumped all over it, but
you could see the moon in it tonight. The Yid wouldnтАЩt let me clean it, in case somebody outside
should ever notice the difference. Sometimes the Yid was too careful. But what the hell: It was his
spaceship.