In last week’s snippet from my sci fi rom, Alien Contact for Kid Sisters, Marianne insisted that Quinn Lebatarde, a con man wearing Captain Charleyjohn’s Royal Guardian uniform, stop for the night. Their long trek up a tunnel exhausted both her and Elfy, the eleven-year-old traveling with them. It’s now the next morning. Last week’s snippet ended with: She grabbed the thing closest to hand — a coat that had slipped off her shoulders — and threw it at him with bad-tempered energy.
