At supper, Scott’s parents quizzed him again about his day with the Earthers. “So you had lunch with the Ashes,” his mother said pleasantly as his father placed steaming dishes on the table. “How nice.”
“No, it wasn’t.” Scott ladled potatoes onto his plate. “All they wanted was to ask nosy questions.”
“What kind of questions?”
“The usual Moon Baby crap. ‘Didn’t you miss having kids to play with?’ That kind of thing.” Scott poured a glass of Pepsi-Coke. “What business is it of theirs? I get enough of that around here.” He had the glass halfway to his lips before something suddenly registered on him. He set the glass down carefully. “Wait a minute. I didn’t tell you I had lunch with the Ashes.”
His parents exchanged glances. “Someone mentioned it—”
“You’ve had the cameras on me again, h
