Planet Of The Losers

Planet of the Losersmyra, you may find this hard to accept, but there's an alien in our own back yardWe had sometime since reached the stage at which anything could provoke a quarrel. In this case, it was whether the cheese had ripened beyond the point of no return, and Myra finally threw her glass not at me but across the kitchen, apparently without special target—it struck the refrigerator—and hardly had the spray of wine and powdered glass reached the vinyl floor than she was out of the house...