D. C. Al Fine
Apart from running the family farm, Jake's daily routine is simple: Late every afternoon he searches his son Joey's room to make sure Joey didn't bring something unwelcome or alien into their house. Joey doesn't appreciate his father's intrusions, but it's Jake's house, Jake's rules, right? Besides, Joey has nothing to hide. Nothing at all. A short story.
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