Science Fiction: Welcome to my Worlds

Sometimes he wondered if they should have picked another country for relocation. But he did have family here—or at least in Kansas City—and his brother’s descriptions of America had always been very positive. “People in American sue each other over the oddest things. Well then, we could call it Motel 66… after that famous road.

She pointed out the window at the empty street. “But we’re not on route 66. If you want to name it for a road, shouldn’t it be the one we’re on?” Missy looked at him and then at the cat who seemed quite dissatisfied that its food dish was empty. “You even named our cat Six!”

Rajiid shrugged. “It has six toes.” Noticing she had their attention, the cat rubbed against Rajiids leg looking pointedly at the empty dish. Unlike daughters, cats were at least fairly transparent about their needs and interests. He refilled the dish, earning a contented purr.

“I still think you’re buggy about sixes.”

“Buggy?”

“Kids at school say that. It means crazy or obsessed, I think.”
Rajiid raised an eyebrow at her.

“Sorry Daddy.”

“Well, since I am ‘buggy’ about sixes, I guess we’ll just have to call it…”
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