Carmella could see that something wasn't quite right as soon as Bilal returned home. His skin had an underglow of pink.

Her eyes locked onto his face. "How did it go?"

"It went well. I spoke to my sister."

"The three year old?" Carmella asked.

"Yes, but remember that age is different with Centaurians. We call her Young One and she told me that she wanted to be an anthropologist like me."

Carmella smiled. "Aww that's so cute. She wants to be like ...