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The Hermits

          “Keep away from me, you—you monstrosity! I’m going to call
        the police! I’ll call the zoo, the loony bin, the National Guard! Let
        me up!”
          “Please,  mister,  don’t  be  afraid,  don’t  be  angry.  I’ve  nowhere
        else to go. I’m all alone in the world. I didn’t mean to trespass: I’ve
        been looking for food in the alley, and your fence had a hole in it.
        I’m starving; I’ll die if I don’t get something to eat soon. Please
        help me, mister.”
          Al  fainted.  He  revived  on  his  kitchen  floor,  head  against  the
        wall. Ricky crouched in the doorway to the living room, watching
        the old man. Al clenched his fists and mumbled, “Dreaming, only
        dreaming. Can’t hurt me if it’s a dream.”
          Several of the interloper’s cephalic prominences twitched in the
        old man’s direction.
          “I hope you can get used to my appearance, Al. If it makes you
        feel  any better, I must suppress a certain  unpleasant reaction  to
        your body odor. But we can find a way to avoid each other most
        of  the  time.  I  notice  you  don’t  use  the  upstairs  bedroom  or
        bathroom very much; perhaps the stairs are becoming difficult for
        you.  So, I could stay up there with the windows open, and you
        wouldn’t  have  to  spend  your  days  looking  at  me  coming  and
        going. What do you say to that, Al?”
          Al gaped. “My name.” he croaked. “You know my name.”
          “Oh, yes. I took the liberty of looking through a few of your
        papers  that  were  on  the  desk  in  the  living  room.  I  also  found
        something  to  eat.  Really  hit  the  spot,  Al.  I  feel  much,  much
        better.”
          Osmoser felt much, much worse.
          “Invasion!  We’ve  been  invaded!  Taken  over  the  government,
        the TV stations. Must have been a surprise attack. Now you—you
        things are going to colonize the earth, kill us humans or make us
        slaves.  The  whole  planet  overrun  with  horrible  monsters  from
        outer space!”
          “I understand your concern, Al. Honestly. But, you see, there is
        no army of aliens on your planet. Only me. And I’m no threat. I
        just want a comfortable place to live out my days, the same as you.
        We’re not so different, you and I. That’s why I think we can work
        out an arrangement here on 134th Street.”

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