chip to be something totally not on the program list.”
“ No way?” Robbie asked. “You can do that?”
“ I’m hoping. What you do to the SUT depends on where you implant the chip. See?”
“ I get it. So while the SUT has the one chip implanted in him, you’re gonna reprogram the other and when that’s done, reopen his brain and stick that one in?”
“ Uh ...” Henry gave a cringing face. “I was kind of hoping for another SUT.”
Robbie folded his arms and rubbed his chin . “We can do that. The next time we spot one, I’ll get him for you.”
“ Thanks.” Henry smiled.
“ Get what?” Joe asked, when he walked into the living room.
“ Henry wants another SUT.”
Joe gave that disbelief look to Henry . “They’re humans, Henry. You do know that.”
“ Yeah, Joe, sure.” Henry read his notes. “But I need another one to implant with the chip I’m working on reprogramming.”
“ Then we have time.” Joe sat on the couch. “Another year, maybe, for you to do that?”
“ Ha, ha, ha. Ye of little faith.”
“ No.” Joe pointed at him. “Ye of little time.”
If Frank could have barreled down the steps any louder at that moment , he would have annoyed the people in the next row of houses as well as those in the living room. “Hey,” he spoke upbeat, smacking Robbie on the back of the head as he walked behind him. “What’s up with you yelling at me?”
“ What’s up with you hitting me?” Robbie nudged into him.
“ Ow!” Frank faked whined and grabbed his shoulder. “Your bones are hard.”
Robbie wanted to lash out again in a fun, fighting mannerism but he stopped when Andrea waltzed into the room. He looked oddly at her and so did Frank.
Andrea smiled , shaking her head. “You boys.”
Robbie mouthed the word ‘boys’ in question to Frank.
Andrea set down a coffee for Joe . “Would any of you like some? No?” She shrugged. “Henry, I brought that planner over for you to look at.” She reached for the notebook he held.
Like a greedy child , Henry protected it. “No. What planner?”
“ The wedding planner. It’s on the table by the door. It’s all the details we women have come up with.”
“ Swell,” Henry mumbled.
“ What was that?” Andrea, with folded arms asked. “Anyhow it’s over there. You’ll like it.” She lifted her arms and raised them with a drop. “Robbie?” she spoke so chipper. “You’ll play for us, won’t you?”
Robbie gave an odd look . “Play what?”
Andrea giggled . “Guitar, silly. And sing. Oh when we were back in the old world, we used to sit on the porch and listen to the boy downstairs play and sing. When you guys were practicing the other night, I thought of that. I enjoyed it. You’ll play, right?”
“ Andrea, I’m like old. I’m not twelve. No one cares.”
Andrea tapped him on the cheek . “Sweet. I’m going get some strudel and you can grab your guitar.” She moved to the kitchen. “Oh, and I want to hear that ‘Silly’ song.”
Robbie tossed his hands up . “What is up with her? Is she going through a change of life or something? The ‘Silly’ song. That’s a joke.” Robbie looked at his father. “Dad?”
“ Grab your guitar, Robbie.”
“ All right.” He pouted. “When I was eleven you used to make me play that stupid song, the only song I knew. What was it?”
“ Proud Mary,” Frank answered, sounding so distant.
“ Yeah that was it.”
“ You sucked,” Frank commented.
“ Thanks. Dad, do I have to ...”
“ Be nice.” Joe sipped on his coffee giving a ‘blow off’ attitude to Robbie, speaking to him like he indeed was a child. “We have company and we’re doing a family night.”
“ Aw,” Robbie started to whine, then stopped. “Shit, I sounded like Henry.” Robbie laughed when he saw Henry’s raised hand extend the middle finger and then Robbie walked over to the closet. As he did he saw Frank staring down at the table. “Frank.” Robbie stood