Chapter 44

Maya looked at him strangely. "Ai, you must be alien to be so ignorant. I am human, or earthling, if you prefer, but my people are called Hispanic, or Latina. We tend to have dark hair"-she pointed to her halo of curls-"and tanned skin. Don't tell me everyone on your planet is blue like you?" And she wondered if the blue extended to all his body parts.

"No, we have different shades depending on the purity of the bloodline and the occasional other color depending on the mixing of alien genes."

Maya shook her head at the remark that skirted the edge of racism. "I'm not even going to touch that one," she said, shaking her head. "Now, it's time you explained exactly what you're doing here. And you'd better tell the truth, or I'll call the military police myself. You said something about marrying some human girl?" Actually Maya wouldn't turn him in. Somewhere between the hotel where she worked and her home, she'd begun to believe his strange tale-kind of hard not to when his eye