One thing that never surprised me was anything that happened at Miss Marble’s. Her interactions with the people in our street were well known, as was the order system that seemed to be endless from all corners of the country.
But every two years she received the strangest visitors of all.
Only I knew of them because they came across my house and landed in Miss Marble’s yard. The noise was hardly discernable just a buzz and a momentary interference with my TV reception. Miss Marble had in recent times invited me in and I always had a casserole ready for their dinner.
They were the Klators and they arrived on a biennial visit from a distant planet a little to the right of the Klatszr Constellation. The Klators were a family like every other family and this year they had an addition, a baby born several days before arriving so there was great excitement at Miss Marble’s as she loved babies especially ones with webbed feet and elongated brains.
The Klators came with a purpose. They delivered to Miss Marble galactic dust and she gave them two years supply of Marble Juice. Marble Juice was a special mixture she made for them and it had life giving qualities that if taken by humans resulted in several months in hospital and a lot of explaining as to how you happened to drink what the human authorities thought was distilled methylated spirits.
To the Kaltors Marble Juice sustained them through the periods of travel through hyperspace when the real possibility of attack from rogue civilizations was very real. There could be several months where they drifted though space with no possibility of landing for fear of attack and at those times Marble Juice was all they needed to keep their bodies and souls together.
Their visit to Miss Marble lasted a few hours as they enjoyed Miss Marble’s hospitality and she loved to hear of their adventures and places they visited. Klator senior, DZER, whom Miss Marble referred to as DZ was a most likeable fellow and loved to tell his tales in his strange high pitched whistling voice. His wife the delightful DZERA, known to Miss Marble as Mrs DZ, often brought with her a Klator version of a cake which Miss Marble loved as it sort of floated on her tongue a second or two before making a run for it down her throat and into her stomach where it did several laps of her intestine before expelling a gas which exited her body through her ears. It was always interesting watch Miss Marble eat Klator cake because the blue gas from her ears made you giggle as the gas puffed itself out of her head. Miss Marble would give a little jolt and shake her head saying that was delicious.
This year the new baby, DZERAAA, pronounced Daphne, was the centre of attention and as the Klators left Miss Marble gave the baby a small vial of liquid, its own small supply of Marble Juice. The Kaltors were ever so grateful and promised to be back same time in two earth years.
After they left Miss Marble gathered the bags of galactic dust they had delivered and dragged them to her secret locked safe for fear any government authority hear of her visitors and woe forbid the galactic dust fall into their hands as it could mean terrible things for so many. She was pleased she knew what to do with it as she locked it safely away.