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Show 48. I don't know what we're going to do with him." "Dad," Stephanie had said it before. "I wish it had happened to you. If you'd seen that thing in the middle of the night, you'd be having nightmares, too. It was awful!" "Sure, honey, I know. That's why I'm worried about JD. He's not eating so good. And all those phone calls since it came out in the Times. He didn't do any school work all week that I could see." Stephanie held up her plate for the egg and some biscuits. "If it just sort of . . . dies down, he'll be okay. Don't you think?" Her dad didn't need anything more to worry about. "I hope so. People around here are so damned curious. They won't let him be." He poured steaming cups for both of them. It was nice to be having coffee alone with her dad. It happened so seldom. They stirred in their cream and sugar, then talked about the article in the paper and what people had said about it at the laundromat. "Well, it brought in more business," her father said, smoothing the wispy gray hairs that stood up on top of his head, "but that's all the good it's done." "It's all anybody wants to talk about at school," Stephanie sighed. "The UFO. Did we or didn't we really see one? So I just let 'em rattle on." Stephanie finished her coffee then stood to go get dressed. "See you a dinnertime, Pops," she said, kissing him on the cheek. "Tell Mom I'll be home around four." Stephanie knew she was lucky to work for Kay Eagleton. There weren't enough jobs in Red Butte to go around. You had to be sixteen to clerk in the dimestore or at Geyerman's Ready-to-Wear, and her mother wouldn't let her apply at the A and W because of the late hours. Also, Mrs. Eagleton had promised to use Stephanie at Kay's Korners, her book and stationery shop, during the Christmas season. Stephanie knew she'd love that. As it was, Kay Eagleton's house was so clean, Stephanie felt like she hardly earned her pay. She'd have the dusting, vacuuming and scrub-ging finished by noon. In the afternoon she'd do some baking. If she |
