together.”
“They’ll never agree to it,” Abbott said.
“Let’s arrange a conference,” I said, “You and Redena . We can all sit down and talk. Some of us will act as mediators. Who would you like? Oh, and we can meet here. It will act as a neutral place.”
“Will the cave protect us?”
“Yes it will.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
The delegation consisted of Joe, me, Marion, Rory, and Charlie (Charles Manson). Abbott took his wife and his brother Bulla. We left everyone else in the cave and started down the hill to talk to Rodena .
None of Abbott’s people knew how Rodena and her people had created the darkness, the bright light, and the fire, so we were all, understandably afraid.
No one was in the area where we had met her, but we heard laughter and voices coming from what Abbott called the main lake.
We all watched from behind some of the trees surrounding the lake and as I watched I felt such anger at these people for denying Abbott and his people this beauty.
The lake was huge. It was the same emerald green of the first one we had seen. The water was crystal clear with several waterfalls coming into it. There was a large creek, almost a river, flowing over large rocks and into the lake.
I thought at first they were having a picnic but I saw no food. No one was even sitti ng down and only the young girl we had seen on the first day was swimming.
I heard Roden call out to the young girl, “ Fina , you’re risking your life staying out there so long. You need to come in now . You may need a major oil job. Y ou’ve been out so long.
Fina said as she was coming out of the water, “I’m fine. I don’t need oil.”
“You’re not going to last long if you keep getting in the water and we have no one to repair us anymore,” Rodena warned.
Fina picked p a towel and I noticed something that I hadn’t noticed before. She had no fingernails. I looked at the others and no one had any fingernails.
I nudged Joe and pointed to my fingernail and pointed to them. He looked and then nodded to me. He then put his mouth against my ear and whispered, “I think they’re androids.”
I motioned for the others to stay down and whispered to Joe, “I’m going to talk to her by myself first. What do you think? I’m thinking maybe she might talk to me one-on-one.”
He nodded and I called out to her as I came from behind the tree, “ Rodena , can I talk to you?”
She stood staring at me so long I didn’t think she would answer. Finally she said, “What are you doing here? You’re one of the colored people. You’re not supposed to be here.”
“ Rodena , we just want to talk to you. We’re interested in how and why you came here and why you made the colored people live in the area you ruined. Can you just give us a little bit of your time?”
“You said we. Who do you have with you?”
I motioned the others fo rward, “This is my husband, Joe. T his is Abbott and his wife, Nime and his brother, Bulla. And these two people over here are Irene and Charlie.”
She nodded, “I will give you eight pens i ons but no longer.”
No one knew how long that was but we knew we didn’t have much time. The others walked away and she led us to a group of boulders where we all sat, except her.
“Sit with us,” I said and she looked like she didn’t want to but finally eased herself onto one of the rocks.
Knowing there was a time limit, I suddenly didn’t know where to begin. Joe spoke up, “Where did you folks come from?” I almost laughed. Joe had spent the last two years on earth in the south and he was beginning to sound like he was from the south.
“We are from Creighton,” she replied and I was afraid we would have to drag conversation out of her word by word, but she suddenly opened up and talked for so long, I was sure it must be longer than eight pensions. This is what she said:
We came into being only a sensing