that was building detention camps solely to imprison illegal immigrants.
In a way, it was ironic that a man who despised people from another country so much openly welcomed beings from another world. Maybe he just liked the thought of being an extraterrestrial ambassador.
Whatever the reason, it was obvious he’d never make it as a geologist. The metal, not of this world, was aluminum foil wrapped around a light weight, unbreakable piece of tempered glass we found at the junk yard.
With the Hello Kitty rubber stamps we stole from Nico’s step-sister and modified with a razor blade, what the pictograms really spelled out was, ‘Granola cures constipation.’