My First UFOs 23"Wow, I don't know what to say."
"I can tell you a lot about flying saucers," she said. "I'm
an expert on the matter."
I became suspicious." Are you sure you're not with the
CIA?" I asked. "I know a lot of people who claim to be
with the Peace Corps, but they're nothing but CIA
agents."
"Don't worry about it. I'm not."
Her know-it-all attitude began to irritate me. "What
could you tell me about UFOs?"
"Listen," she said, looking at me directly, "if you have
sincere desire to know about UFOs, and all their related
matter, why don't you meet me here tomorrow. If you
have an open mind, a little simple logic, and some
common sense, I can assure you one pleasant day. By the
way, bring a Bible."
"A Bible ?" I asked incredulously.
"Yes, if you want to know about flying saucers, the
Bible is the place to go. There's a lot of evidence of flying
objects in its pages."
"You have to be kidding!"
"No, I am not."
"Look," I said, exasperated, "I've just told you how I
feel about religious nuts and Jesus freaks. I thought by
coming into this part of the Andes Mountains I would be
getting away from them, but I can see that you people
have taken over these mountains as well!"
"First of all," she said patiently, "let me make it clear
that I am not a Jesus freak or a religious fanatic. I won't
tell you anything you don't want to believe. If I ask you
to bring a Bible, it is mainly for academic purposes, not
religious ones."
"All right," I said. "I'll listen to what you have to say. If
it makes any sense, I'll be open to it. I still think you're
kooky. But I also think there's more to you than meets
the eye."
"Try to be here around noon or thereabouts."