Coming soon: Operation Earth
Ryan leaned back on a kitchen chair. He weighed it on the back legs, so far Rachael thought he'd topple over, and watched her under his lashes.
Did he think it made him seem mysterious?
In her eyes, he looked like a stubborn eight year old.
"I'm going to be honest with you. We're joining the resistance, and we think you should come with us. Your family is far away, and there's no one else to take care of you, right?"
The words, "I'm twenty-eight years old," balanced on her lips, but she managed to withdraw them. Asserting her independence would only serve to convince him.
Melissa filled in, "I was absolutely terrified at first, but once we made it to the first meeting, everyone was so nice. Well-organized too."
Ryan took over, "We should all stand together. Help each other out. Show these mothers you don't fuck with America."
Melissa scolded, "Ryan dearest, watch your language. And you mean Earth."
The way they bounced the words between them made Rachael feel like a spectator at a tennis match. Melissa broke the illusion through bending over the table and putting a hand on hers.
"What my husband means to say, dear, is that people on this planet need to unite. We're taking it back."
Rachael wanted to pull her hand away, but forced herself to sit absolutely still. They were probably right, and she should be both willing and able to fight. She just didn't want to. What if all the newcomers were like the guy in the store. She couldn't shoot him.
"I have to think about this..."
Melissa squeezed her hand.
"Just don't think too long, dear. We're taking the bus at five."