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Chapter 4: The Trip Home

"This had better be good, Carl," Ginger.

"I was just looking for Mom, Ginger."

"Mom can take care of herself. You, on the other hand, need to stay home at this time of day."

"Oh, and you don't."

Ginger glared back. She wasn't ready to admit that Carl was right just yet. She was too peeved and and too much of a hurry. "Never mind, Carl. Just get yourself home." Then she added, "And don't try anything funny. I'll be watching you."

Carl kicked a pebble in the ground. "Aw, come on, Sis."

"No." She snapped her arm in the direction she thought home was. "Home. Now."

He set off, grumbling under his breath. And Ginger followed. You had the law down on your little brother if you wanted him to behave.

They met Courtney on their way back to the highway. "So it's your little brother." She shook her downcast head. "You were right, Ginger. He did follow me."

"Heh," Carl said.

"Come on, you two," Ginger said. "We have a house to get to."

Courtney glowered. "You can't just order me about like some little brother, Ginger Foutley. I'm Courtney Gripling."

"Oh, sorry, Courtney." Ginger was blushing furiously. Carl snickered. "And you be quiet."

"Fine." Carl went ahead a few paces in front of the girls.

When he had done that, Ginger felt that he was far away enough that she could to whisper to Courtney without being overheard. "How could you two tell that Nomar was an male, Courtney?"

"Oh, that's an easy one, Ginger. Just look between his legs."

"Oh. I see." Ginger blushed as she thought about that. "Courtney?"

"Hmm?" Courtney looked very interested in what Ginger had to say. But that change any second.

"What do you think Nomar is doing here?"

"He probably likes the view," Courtney decided. Not the most enlightened guess in the world. However, her guess was probably as good as Ginger's, she figured. But it was undoubtedly a mystery to solve after school.

Most likely.

"Do you think that at some point that I'll be able to tell Carl?"

Courtney shrugged. "I'm sure your mother will tell him."

Ginger gave an uncommittal grunt.

"You know what you should do, Ginger? You should just relax. Everything will fall into place." Courtney sounded like she knew what she was talking about.

"Fall into place? What do you mean?'

"Everything will fall into place. That's it." Courtney shrugged again.

Somehow Ginger didn't think that Courtney knew what she was talking about. But then again maybe she did. Everything did seem to work out in the end. Weird. Not that she was complaining.

Ginger and Courtney followed Carl as he walked further along in silence. Ginger shouldn't she shouldn't. But she felt telling Carl about the UFO and Nomar anyway. Keeping a secret of this magnitude wasn't easy. She hated to think of what she was going to do when she saw her friends.

She swallowed.

This was going to be harder than she thought.

Later, they reached the highway and made their home to Ginger's house.