Gabe ate his father’s cooking, made his mother laugh, chased toddler siblings with Lupe, and none of them were afraid of anything at all. But Gabe didn’t remember this dream when he woke up.
* * * *
The station pod was so unfamiliar that Gabe had no idea where he was, or even who he was, or why he sailed through the air when he jumped out of bed and through lunar gravity. After that he was reasonably sure that he was Gabriel Sandro Fuentes, the ambassador of Terra and all Terran life.
He stumbled into the next pod and found the Envoy. It stood very still, neck craned to peer through a station window. The other window showed grainy video footage of a scenic Russian landscape.
“The ships have arrived,” the Envoy whispered. Mom’s voice sounded stretched and thin coming through the Envoy’s craned neck.
Four mining ships coiled outside and faced the station. Gabe could barely see them in the dark. Each was visible only in the dim glow from the station window and the red glare of their drill cannons.
“I’m sorry, Gabe,” the Envoy whispered, tense and quivering. “I shouldn’t have brought you here to this defenseless place.”
Gabe stood at the window. He held up one open hand, unsure if the gesture would translate at all. Then he waved.
“What are you doing?” the Envoy asked.
“We might be okay,” said Gabe. “If she sent the message in time, then we might be okay.”
The red glow of the cannon drills did not fade—but the drills didn’t fire, either.
Another craft landed behind the four mining ships. The wake of its engines blasted waves of gray dust across the surface of the moon and smacked small stones against the station window. Gabe and the Envoy both flinched. Gabe listened hard for the hiss of escaping air.
The new vehicle looked completely and in every way different from the mining ships. It was green, jade-colored, and it clung to the lunar rock with four sets of landing gear shaped like cat claws.
The Kaen are a mix of different species, Gabe remembered. Different civilizations, different kinds of ships. That one kind of looks like a flying Mayan artifact, like another Christmas present for Mom to make her homesick. She would hate it. She loathes the idea that aliens visited us thousands of years ago, that they get credit for building our pyramids.
The Envoy spoke with Mom’s voice. Gabe was glad to hear the voice. It really was familiar and comforting, now.
“What’s happening, Ambassador?”
“I negotiated a truce,” Gabe said. “I think it worked. I think that might be our ride home.” He took in a long, deep breath. Then he let the breath out and realized that he no longer knew what the word home meant, exactly. He didn’t know what part of the world to return to.
Mom, Lupe, Noemi, Andrés, and all the pets would be waiting for him at Frankie’s house, in Minneapolis, right smack in the middle of North America. He knew that he should join them there. He knew that he needed to help care for the twins and the pets. He knew that he needed to make plans with his fractured family, to figure out where they were going to live now that a black hole had eaten their duplex. He needed to learn how to cope with the constant anxiety that Mom might still disappear at any time. Gabe knew that he should get back to them as soon as he possibly could. But he also knew that his father was on his way south at that moment, in exile. He had no way to return for at least a decade—unless someone happened to go looking for him, someone with a spaceship, someone who could ride down to any part of the planet that they chose.
The new ship opened its hatch. A small figure with only two legs emerged from the Kaen transport and bounce-walked across the lunar surface.
Gabe and the Envoy both hurried through the station to the entrance airlock.
Gabe spotted his great-grandfather’s cane sword there, resting against a wall. He picked it up, felt reassured by holding it, and then set it back down. He didn’t want to be holding a weapon in this next moment.
The inner door of the airlock opened. A figure much the same height and shape as Gabe came through it, encased in a dark-green suit. The suit helmet also looked like jade. It looked very much like the saltshaker that Gabe’s family used to have in the kitchen, when they used to have a kitchen. It looked like the Olmec had carved this helmet in ancient Mexico.
“No,” Gabe said to himself. “No, no, no. That’s ridiculous. Mom is going to be so pissed.”
He recognized his fellow ambassador as soon as she removed her helmet. She looked exactly like she did in the Embassy—broad nose, high cheekbones, skin a shade or two darker than Gabe’s own—but the two of them were not in the Embassy. They faced each other with no translation between them. Gabe squinted, just to be sure.
“You’re human,” he said. “How can you be human?”
Ambassador Kaen responded in a language that Gabe did not understand.
Acknowledgments
This book has debts. Big ones.
Thanks to Guillermo Alexander, Kay Alexander, Bethany Aronoff, Leonora Dodge, Sara Logan, Sasha Sakurets, Kathryn Sharpe, Joy Nelson, and Tim Hart for their knowledge of immigration law, social services, secret railroads, Russian translations, Mexico, Guadalajara, quantum physics, and cane swords.
Thanks to Melon Wedick, Jon Stockdale, Ivan Bialostosky, Nathan Clough, Haddayr Copley-Woods, Barth Anderson, David Schwartz, Stacy Thieszen, and Karen Meisner for their insights, critiques, and support. Thanks to Mel Logan for the coffee.
Thanks to everyone at McElderry Books and BG Literary, most especially Karen Wojtyla, Annie Nybo, Michael McCartney, Siena Koncsol, Joe Monti, Tricia Ready, and Barry Goldblatt. My name is the one sprawled across the front cover, but publishing is a collaborative art.
Thanks to Carlos Fuentes, Sandra Cisneros, Gene Roddenberry, and Ursula K. Le Guin for their stories of the borderlands.
Thanks to Alice for uncountable things.
WILLIAM ALEXANDER won the National Book Award for his debut novel, Goblin Secrets—praised by Kirkus Reviews as “gripping and tantalizing” in a starred review—and won the Earphones Award for his narration of the audiobook. Kirkus described his second novel, Ghoulish Song, as “humorous, poignant, and convincing.” He studied theater and folklore at Oberlin College, English at the University of Vermont, and creative writing at the Clarion Workshop. Visit him online at willalex.net and goblinsecrets.com.
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ata * Alexander, William (William Joseph), 1976– * Ambassador / William Alexander.—First edition. * p. cm. * Summary: Appointed Earth’s ambassador to the universe, eleven-year-old Gabe Fuentes faces two sets of “alien” problems when he discovers his parents are illegal aliens and face deportation, and the Earth is in the path of a destructive alien force causing multiple mass extinctions. * ISBN 978-1-4424-9764-1 (hardcover) * ISBN 978-1-4424-9766-5 (eBook) * [1. Science fiction. 2. Human-alien encounters—Fiction. 3. Illegal aliens—Fiction. 4. Mexican Americans—Fiction. 5. Ambassadors—Fiction.] I. Title. * PZ7.A3787Am 2014 * [Fic]—dc23 * 2013037333
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