66
Lincoln
The plinking tones of a lute echo across the wasteland. A single minstrel’s voice sounds.
Allllldred
Nothing but Allllldred
All-All-Aldred
I tap my chin, trying to remember. “I believe I’ve heard that song before.”
Myla’s opens her mouth in dramatic surprise. “That’s the theme to Star Wars. It’s only the most famous song in the history of ever. Aldred added new lyrics.”
“Star Wars? You mean the movie with the space puppets?”
“Sha! We walked about this. Those have a name. Wookies.”
“Right.” I do so love needling her on this topic. And at this point, I believe we both relish the distraction. “The wookie space puppets.”
“I don’t know why I try to educate you on the basics of modern culture. Star Wars is a super-important movie.”
Peli picks bits of lint from his fur. “I’
