JUNIOR’S DAD came in while he was studying at his desk. “Well? How’s it coming along?” Dad looked over Junior’s shoulder, mouthing a cigarette. “Good . . . Hey, aren’t you supposed to light those things?” “Oh, right. I keep forgetting.” Dad produced a lighter from his pocket and lit the cigarette.
He drew the smoke into his lungs. “Come on, Dad. You’re the one who’s always saying that we can’t forget to act like Earthlings.”