Leggings@60+com part 13

Two days later I found Sharon at my door again complaining bitterly.
"Where have you been?" she said angrily, eyeing me up all over. "I've been calling and calling. You could have told me you went away!"
I felt indifferent really, and had to struggle past that urge to kick her out of the house so I could carry on with writing. I was on holiday and I was alone, and I didn't want strange triangular women jumping on me.
"Come in," I said watching her back disapear into the living room.
"Thanks," she hollared back, "Shall I put the kettle on? You must have been poorly, you haven't washed up for days!"
I felt a murderous instinct float across my field of vision. The biatch noticed. "Yes," I lied. Everything got left when writing was going on. It was normal. I was a normal writer. Erco: I left the washing up. Who was this woman? Then I remembered she didn't wash her hands after using the Loo. I backed off, um, "Leave the kettle, lets have a glass of wine."
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Two glasses later she was all giggly.
"Tell me about the new neighbours you are going to put in?" I asked outright.
Sharon slurped her wine. "We don't really put them in, the ruling cartelle in the village do that. and we have a member on the team. The little woman. Couldn't do without her etc."
"Who is she?" it was fun interrogating her, she just didn't stop telling me everything. Perhaps it was a relief to get it off her chest.
"Oh its Lucia Ctrell, of course, she does the paperwork for them!"
Lucia was a tall thin woman! "Ah," I said in an understanding way, "A tripod!"
"Actually not yet, although I agree she's nearly the right body type. Not quite tall and thin enough. And far too fair - we have to be careful what we say to her. She sits on the fence a whole lot."
We looked at each other silently. I was glad that Lucia didn't make the grade for a tripod and was fair enough only to be half trusted.
"Are you a tripod?" I asked stone cold sober, "I know you're not tall yet you're always in the know."
"Some of us have different tasks," said Sharon quietly, "On my planet I have wings and look much more like a blue bottle. We developed there, and humans didn't. We find your planet interesting."
Well that explained the hornet sound. In a horrible kind of way it made perfect sense.
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"You'll have to meet more of us to understand," she said, "We don't mean any harm, we are just used to hive minds. We want to add this into human society. It's a plus for your people. A freebie!"
No such thing as a freebie! The warning sounded in my head. Ever since I had come across the we-say birds, I had remembered the early Proffessor Challenger sci-fi movie. Was this true? I shook my head, I just couldn't quite believe it. Perhaps it was something in the water that made every we-say bird sing!
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"The ruling cartelle?" I asked lazily, "Who are they?"
"Just people." she replied, "Mostly we let them decide on bus stops and shelters."
"Are they dangerous?"
"Only if it's one of us, and if they say, 'there's a war on;' you should say no to that," she said. "Any more wine, it's very nice."
"It's a sweet frut one," I said cheerfully, "Too sweet for me, so yes finish it off." I poured the rest of it into her glass. She looked about ready to go to sleep again.
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"Can I meet more of you?" I said half hopefully, "Another insect person?"
"I arrange a meeting," she said, "You met us originally on the web, in a chatroom. He's been dying to talk to you in real life, so much safer than a female of his own kind."
"A chatroom?" My mind raced, why was it so important.
"Yes we found years ago that people who use certain chatrooms, find that their minds speed up, and they then can easily talk to us using our natural method."
I nodded feeling sick. I only knew of one chatroom where the conversation would go so fast that it would cause mind and brain development. The we-say birds only went part of the way. They were drones in an insect world. The reality of the insect world might be that the ones who could act independantly would be in danger. A constant competition.
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"I'll leave you to think it over," she said getting up, "Thanks for the wine, he says he'll meet you in the town next week. You'll certainly know you've met him. Be careful he really belongs to the Tripods."
"I will." I replied, watching her sachey out of the hallway, moving from side to side.
"I'll be back!" she yelled from the door.
I opened the windows, and grabbed a thin wrap and rushed off to find Paul. Somedays you needed to find someone human to hold onto.
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