Now there are two very quick things have to be put out there so nobody is at all scared as to why haven't I started the third Alien book within the ones written by Gini Koch that has this as
, it's cover art. Those two things are just so my family and friends are not worried the title is the type of thing that I had bouncing around in my head this morning for the second round of funny parts that made me cry through out the series second novel seen here
,with me all smiles. Yet no I'm not trying the knot anytime soon. Also the reason for so much Blue of late in color is because well in a few short days it is going to be the country's two hundredth and thirty ninth birthday is around the corner and as far as I know the color Blue represents vigilance,perseverance and justice for all who law abiding of course. This will be the end of the one liners and laughs for Alien Tango so even though the order may be at bit over the top over the line I still feel that as I have said before you'll be on the floor trying to not cry your eyes out you'll be wanting to stop reading this before you can't say a single word without sinker your voice away to just talk normally once again or at all. So let the explosives expel into lighted fire workers on the first of July instead of or maybe including the upcoming celebration of loud and lighted freedom known as the 4th. So let's do this thing called dancing tango style right now........ So here's to dancing in top three best parts of Tango Alien style....3. Ok here is the scene at the Martini's home while the feast is going down. We walked into the massive dining room. Clearly the Martinis were used to feeding small armies. "Nice place to grow up." "It was fine. I 'm sorry about my mother and Barbara. Despite how it looks my mother doesn't hate you." "She's faking it really well." "She's afraid for you." I looked at her. "Come again?" Marianne shook her head. "Empathic children are the most difficult." She led me to a spot somewhere in the middle of one of the two big tables in the room. "The closest comparison I can come up with is autism.Only it's worst with an empathic." She sighed. "I can remember how much my parents wanted a boy and how happy they were when Jeff arrived.. And then...."
"Then he was a little work?" I tried not to sound huffy and failed.
"No You don't understand. Babies can't filter anything. Most empathic talent shows up later, but Jeff was empathic at birth. And Jeff was so powerful ___if our mother was tried, or cross with us, or angry with our father, he could feel it all. It was horrible. If Aunt Terry hadn't been able to take him, we'd have had to institutionalize him, for his mental safety. "
" But there's nothing wrong with him."
"Now. Oh,unless you count someone having to shoot adrenaline into his hearts to keep him alive." She was trying not to cry. "He's my baby brother___we all wanted him so much. And then we couldn't be around him, couldn't even hold him, because we couldn't keep all emotions from him. And we could see it was killing him."
"Okay, so it's difficult . But isolation chambers, medical, learning how to get to the Happy Place. You all have a lot of empaths, not just Jeff, and I know some of them show their talent earlier than puberty or adulthood Surely you have techniques"
"It's rare to get an empath of Jeff's power in a nontalented family, but, yes there are thing to do. Things that are easier for an A-C to do than a human."
"Jeff's pretty good at all this stuff," I said dryly. "I'd imagine he'll be able to do what Terry did."
"If he's alive."
"What do you mean?"
Marrianne shook her head. "We know what kind of jobs you do. Jeff almost died how many times today?"
"Three or four." I'd lost count.
"One day, he won't be lucky. The bullets will hit him, the superbeing will be too much for him, the adrenaline won't get to him in time. And that will leave you with a child or children you can't take care of. That's what our mother is trying to protect you from."
"By alienating her son?"
"By driving you away."
"I don't roll like that ,sorry. I 'm really stubborn. If 'I m told you can't ,' then that 's exactly what I'm going do. Oh and that includes taking care, proper care, of any children I might have." I was clutching Kimmie to me , I realized.
The little girl patted my back. "It's okay, Kitty. You don't have to be upset. Everyone likes you, even though they were pretending not to. Well other than that mean lady. But she doesn't like anyone, not even Grandma, though she pretends to. I''m glad you hit her, she wanted to hurt you.".
Marianne's eyes widened. "Kimberly....."
"It's okay , mommy. You don't have to be so scarred."
"That's right." Martini said from behind me. He took Kimmie out of my arms. "We took care of all that, didn't we?"
Kimmie hugged him . "Yes I do what you taught me every day."
He kissed her. "Good girl." Martini looked at Marianne.
"She's empathic. Not as strong as me, but pretty close."
"But, Jeff, how...?" Marianne souned close to fainting.
He shrugged. "I was there when you delivered her. I handled it then."
"Handled what?"
"I implanted what she' d need to survive until she was old enough to protect herself. Just as I've done for all of the other kids in our family who are empathic." He gave her a small smile. "Mom and uncle Richard might not have talent, but no one's stopped to realize that dear unlamented Granddad was incredibly powerful. It skipped their generation, but not ours, and not hers," he nodded to Kimmie.
He looked at me. "Aunt Terry taught me."
"I figured" As fascinating as this was, I was wondering what the holdup on the food was.
"They had to make more food, reheat other food, figure out how in the world to apologize to you without sounding like the most interfering bunch of biddies the world has ever known," Martini said rather cheerfully. "You know routine."
"Food?"
He bent and kissed my cheek. "Coming. Nice move on Barbara."
"I'm making a decision to hate all A-C women whose names start with B."
"Could be a sound policy." Martini put Kimmie into a chair and pulled out the next to it for me. "I understand one seat next to you is already taken."
I sat down, and he pushed my chair in. I felt a moment's panic until he sat next to me. Marianne sat next to Kimmie. She looked pale. "Jeff....how many of the kids are empaths?"
"Half, The others are all imageers. Don't worry, Christoper's taken care of them."
On cue Christoper came in and sat down across from me. "Thought we weren't going to be telling anyone."
"I like to break the rules."
"Every day in my memory. Kitty, you okay?"
"Hanging in. About to faint, but great otherwise."
Martini was up and back in seconds. He had a bowl of rolls. "Here. Go to town." I grabbed two and started wolfing them down. "Vry good. Th'nks" "Can't have you fainting on me unless I cause it." "Mmmm huh." I was on rolls three and four. "Jeez, you ever feed your woman?" Reader pulled up next to Christopher. "Paul and ACE are having fascinating discussions with the elders. I don't think ACE is clear on the whole 'body needs fuel to survive 'concept. Oh, girlfriend? Toss me some rolls." I did reluctantly. I gave one to Christopher and Martini, too. And Kimmie. Marianne said she could wait. Only one roll left. I ate it and shoved the bowl back at Martini. He grinned. "Yes master."
Now this very part is to build upon suspension for the next novel and yes it has it's laughable moments about it.....
On to number 2. Both this and number one are pretty cool I must say, in the building to the big climax of the whole novel. Kitty and her old boyfriend Chuckie are on the run from the main bad guy Mister Reid and his lackey named Shannon the toothless weasel,in the Saguaro International airport. "It's not your fault. No one else figured it out either. " Reader's voice sounded faint. We got off the bus and ran into Terminal Two. I checked my phone. "James, I'm almost out of battery. " It figured. I didn't even bother to curse my luck, I was so used to it working like this by now. "Does your latest paramour have a phone?" "We're at the bathroom, hopefully it won't matter." Hopefully it wouldn't, because my phone died. I dumped it back into my handbag which I hooked over my neck. Why let a good habit lie fallow?
We got into the men 's room, only one stall occupied. Of course the stall we needed. Chuckie banged on on the door.
"Open up!"
"It's taken," a man's grumpy voice answered. "There's plenty free."
"We need this one," Chuckie said.
"We? what do you mean, we?"
"Get off and get out," I said.
"What you couldn't get a room?"
I looked at Chuckie. "This is my life. I'm always in gross men's bathrooms trying to get in or out of a stall."
"Maybe you shouldn't have become a crack whore," the man's voice suggested.
"She's not a crack whore," Chuckie snarled.
"Sorry. Meth addict."
"I'm not on drugs, you horrible man. I'm a federal agent." I had a badge back in my hotel suite to prove it, too.
"Yeah, yeah, and I'm Tom Cruise, I just fly cheep because I'm thrifty." The toilet flushed.
Thestall door opened to expose a heavyset middle-aged man who looked both unimpressed to see us and rather disgusted. Chuckie grabbed the man and tossed him out of the stall. He ended up behind me. Chuckie grabbed my arm, but a man cleared his throat and Chuckie froze. "Oh Mr. Reynolds, please don't try anything."
We both turned towards the door as this man walked closer to us. He was about six feet, slender, sort of attractive in a reptilian way. He was familiar - and he was holding a gun.
"What an interesting sight. So rare to see Centrurion teamed with your group, Mr. Reynolds." I shrugged. "We have an exchange program, Mr. Reid."
Leventhal Reid gave me a slow slime. "I'm looking forward to learning all about it, Miss Katt." "Look I have nothing to do with theses people," the man behind me said. Reid moved the gun and shot him.
I would have screamed, but I was too busy slamming Chuckie into the stall. Only one could go through at a time and he was closer. "Help them,help me,help Jeff." I shoved again and he flew through and disappeared, shouting my name. For once, the bad guy wouldn't have a man I cared about to use as a hostage.
When I was reading that second funny part that I have listed here,for some reason I felt like I was watching good ol type of cartoons, the main ones that come/came to mind are the type of Looney Tunes with Yosemite Sam always stressing his irritation at a certain loveable bunny known as Bugs. With of course his classic line of
"Ooooooo! I hate that rabbit!" Still without a doubt that Katherine "Kitty" Katt character is within this "Alien novel series, is rather loveable no matter what even when she has all of these boyfriend problems of hers......which takes us to my favorite part of "ALIEN TANGO". Here is number 1. After thinking that Jeff Martini her alien pal from Alpha Centauri is off of his rocker in respecting her Kitty goes to her high school class reunion. This takes place before number two but I do love it all the same..... Looked at all the pictures, studied them, really.
They represented things that I might not remember all that clearly or think about too often, but the years had helped shape me into who I was now. I got to the Chess Club picture. I was the only girl in it. I hadn't wanted to join, but Chuckie had begged me to,so I'd given in. I was standing next to him in the picture______ it was one of the few pictures of him he'd ever allowed to be taken during these years, and only because I'd insisted on it since he'd been the Chess Club President for our entire four years of high school.
He was shorter than me, wearing thick glasses and ravaged by acne. I laughed to myself. His acne had cleared up pretty much right after this picture was taken, he'd spurted a foot and a half in our freshman year of collage, and he'd gotten contacts. He'd also matured into a pretty hot-looking adult.
Someone was behind me, I could feel it. Close to six months of killing superbeings had honed a lot of my senses. I prepared for some kind of attack.
"Boy, we look young." It was a man's voice,and extremely familiar.
I turned around and looked into the face of a tall pretty handsome guy you'd never suspect had dealt with bad acne as a teenager. "Chuckie?" He' smiled, and it was a nice smile_______gentle confident, and affectionate. "You look beautiful Kitty." I felt my cheeks get hot. Chuckie was making me blush? Since when?
"I didn't know you were going to be here." It was lame, but better than standing there with my mouth hanging open or asking him why he'd decided to come to a reunion we'd both told each o=ther we were going to avoid.
"I asked your mother not to let you know I was coming. I wanted to surprise you."
"I'm surprised."
"Good. Then step one of my master plan is achieved."
"YOU HERE WITH ANYBODY?" "wow, what a question. I was proud that I didn't burst into tears. "I was supposed to be, but...I'm not."
"His loss." He smiled and took my arm. "Love the dress."
"Thanks. Is that an Armani suit?"
"Your good . You could always tell the designers."
"Never wore them."
"Before. Because that's an Armani dress."
"Yeah." I was confused. Chuckie was acting far smoother and more confident than I remember him as being suave. "Chuckie, I thought you were in D.C."
He chuckled. "You know, you're the only person who still calls me Chuckie."
My cheeks were hot again. "Sorry."
"No, I don't mind. From anyone else I would, but from you it's like...a pet name."
He led me to a table near the dance floor."You sure you want to sit here?" We'd always hung in the back if we'd gone places together, even comic conventions. Even when we'd take trips together as young adults, he'd kept us in the back of the room..
"I'm not seventeen any more, so yeah." He smiled. "Yes, I still like the back of the room under normal circumstances. The reunion isn't one of them." He pulled my chair out and slid it in, then seated himself next to me. "You look great. No engagement or wedding ring , I see."
"No." Managed to get that one syllable out without lossing it.
"Good."
Good? I checked his hand. No ring. Not that I'd expect him to get married to someone and not tell me. We told each other everything. Well, we had up until I'd met the boys from A-C. Guilt tried to join my emotional party, but Heartbreak was still in control, and confusion insisted that it had shotgun right now. Guilt slunk to the background, hovering around,waiting for it's opportunity to make me more depressed.
Chuckie looked around and hailed a waiter. "What do you want to drink? Alcohol or Coke?"
"Um, Coke."
"One Coke, light ice, and a straw. And one beer, imported if you have it." I thanked God he wasn't ordering a martini. I also realized he remembered how I took my soft drinks. True, he'd heard me order this for years, but it registered the he paid attention to it, to something very small that still mattered to me. He turned from the waiter back to me. "So how long ago did you two break up?"
"Beg pardon?"
Chuckie shook his head. "I know the look. You 're trying to hold it together. You looked like this when you broke up with Brian. And, well the others."
"I did?"
So without getting into the overall love story part here, you can see why I enjoyed this part right, a human woman so in caring about her man that she could have mistaken him for a hard alcoholic drink just because his family name at a big party of sorts?
Now with this being the first of July here is
And here is what I had on my desktop still hoping that Marvel's "Renew your vows" brings understanding of every character within any comic book series should progress in a very natural way.
Quark of deep space nine versus Jayne Cobb of Firefly's Serenity at Quark's bar?
Or would this match be better known as who's the best insulter, this time around?
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