Chapter 3
“What do you mean? Scattered bowling balls? Like on the floor?” I asked.
“I went into the locker room to get one of my balls and I could not reach it because the floor was covered with them. When I touched one, and then another, I discovered the surfaces were bubbled, like they had been melted,” babbled Sadda D Qaid.
I had recently watched the tiny distressed female Rheinon practice, and I had spoken with her. Most Rheinon tended to talk a lot, and Sadda proved to be no exception— especially with the current situation.
“Did you touch any more of them?” I asked.
“No. I ran out because the bubbles frightened me.” Sadda’s skin exuded a sheen of sweat. Did a thick-skinned alien from a dry planet normally perspire? Of more interest, I noticed she held her hands together backwards
