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Marquette, Michigan
April 8th 2035
The Cajun Creole was the best-known eating and drinking establishment in Marquette. It had survived a number of owners and name changes throughout its seventy-year existence. However, the lively Latin and Cajun food and drink never disappointed.
The two women enjoyed their meal and exchanged views on the Fermi paradox and on the elusive alien nature of the Bigfoot. They shared their diverse backgrounds and finally moved the conversation to the bar. Sue Lynn glanced at her watch. It was approaching 11:00 p.m.
“Are you getting tired?” Birgit asked.
“Not at all.” Turning to the bartender, Sue asked for “Two more.”
“I shouldn’t. Well okay, just one more.”
When the fresh drinks arrived, Sue Lynn took hers and headed for the restroom. “I’ll be right
