difficult work. Theyâre always looking for help. And weâll stay vigilant. The more you know about a territory, the better chance youâll have of helping them. Thatâs what I did on Denduron.â
âAnd when do we tell Spader that heâs a Traveler?â I asked.
âWhen we need to,â came the quick reply.
Uncle Press picked up the pace and I had to keep up with him. He suddenly seemed to be in a hurry to get somewhere.
âWhere are we going now?â
âYou heard Spader!â he answered, suddenly sounding all enthusiastic. âSniggers are on him at Groloâs. You donât pass up an offer like that.â
Sniggers at Groloâs. I guessed that would be a good thing.
We walked to the far side of the habitat where the temporary housing quarters were. Close-up they looked like smallapartments. Nothing fancy, but nice enough. Men and women were hanging out, some were reading, others played with their kids. Two guys were playing catch with a curved tube that looked like a boomerang. I watched as they threw it far off to the side, only to have it circle back and land right in the catcherâs hands. It was the Cloran version of playing Frisbee.
All these people wore the same lightweight, colorful clothing that Uncle Press and I now had on. We fit right in. Many smiled and waved a friendly greeting as we passed by. Uncle Press made sure to return every wave and I did the same. These people didnât know who we were, but it didnât seem to matter. They looked like a friendly bunch and that was okay with me.
After walking for what seemed like a mile, we came upon another row of low buildings that ran parallel to the homes along the edge. I didnât have to ask what they were. It was a minimall Grallion-style. There was a clothing store and a place to get haircuts. A small grocery store was next to a small library and that was next to a shop that carried a little bit of everything from tools to toys to cookware. On Second Earth we had a name for this kind of store. Target.
I wondered if there was a video arcade hidden somewhere, but then figured that was probably something unique to Second Earth. Oh, well. We got to the far end of the shops and finally arrived at our destination. A carved sign over the door welcomed all who came this way. It said simply: GROLOâS .
âCenter of the Grallion universe,â said Uncle Press. âAnd the finest sniggers ever pulled on any habitat this side of center.â
âIf you say so,â I said, humoring him.
âActually I have no idea,â he said softly. âI havenât had sniggers anywhere else, but thatâs what they tell me.â
He winked and entered the pub. I was right after him, excited about finally discovering the wonders of the much-talked-about sniggers.
As we walked inside, I saw that Groloâs was pretty much your standard tavern. I guess it doesnât matter what territory youâre on, people like to meet and drink and swap stories and laugh too loud, because thatâs exactly what was going on here. There was odd music playing, though Iâm sure to the good people of Cloral it wasnât odd at all. If I were to liken the music to something at home, Iâd say it was kind of a New Age, techno, Japanese, string thing. Howâs that for a description? I know, it makes no sense, but if you heard it, youâd agree. I have to admit, I didnât hate it. It had kind of a dance beat and added a strong helping of feel-good to the place.
The pub was jammed. It was a mix of men and women of all ages, though I think I was the youngest there. I suddenly wondered if they would card me. That would have been embarrassing. Not only was I underage (at least by Second Earth standards), I didnât have any ID on me at all. If anyone asked, it would have gotten tricky. But they didnât, Iâm glad to report.
Everyone seemed to be having a good time while
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