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40. Beyond Oedipus


"That still dont let me out of having to be back at Gibsons 8:30 a.m. Monday morning though," Izzy said, "unless I want to be docked for the time, which I dont."

"Dualism!" cried Lila Kodzi. With Sarvaduhka, she had found a way up from the base of the rest stop cafe rocket ship desert concession. Sarvaduhka had become too frightened to remain in my shadow below. "Dualism! You are not both here and there, liar! If you are an Emperor, you are not a lathe setup man as you claimed to me in our conjugal bed at the Cairo Khan Suites Hotel. Izzy Molson, I abjure all past relationship with such as you."

"That suits me okay," said Izzy. "Im working on a little something in Tonawanda, anyways, name of Fay."

"Creep!" She abruptly turned away, grabbed Sarvaduhkas jaw and kissed him passionately and long. He squealed. He stopped squealing. He kissed her back.

I stared at Nora, and the world dissolved. Let the Space People devour Shaman. Let Izzy install Johnny Abilene on the throne of the SMC and himself take up the Imperial Scepter of the combined galaxies, while punching in and out at his Lockport factory. Let Sarvaduhka have his female action, and Lila her one divine nature of Christ. Gypsy was dead, but bodies arent important. Nasser was dead too.

"Nora" I said.

"Its impossible, Mel," she said.

"Why? Well go to Sanduleak together and live there forever, Abu al-Hawl and the Queen of Punt, Mel and Nora Bellow."

"You know its impossible, even by epoche. You have to go back to Sandy, to release Abu, to return, to become one again on the neutron star. Youre half-Magellanic. Im just an Earther. And Im pregnant."

"I love you, Nora."

"Ill raise our child, my grandchild, your sibling."

"I wont poke my eyes out, Nora."

"Im not asking you to. Keep them open. Keep them wide open."

"I will Hey!" The cafe was shaking and whipping like a flame in the wind. Izzy was beeping again. "Izzy, whos doing an epoche?"

"I am, Melba," Izzy said. "Theres a number of things wrong here. I dont like monarchies in North America, or Vietnamese troops either, not yet; also, this rest stop belongs in Texas, and Abu?which means you?better haul ass back to the Magellanics right now, if Im gonna have time to patch you permanent and still make coffee and Danish before the morning shift. Keep a tight ass now, Melly, but dont bother to buckle up. Ten nine eight"

"Take this, son!" Johnny threw me his guitar.

The relic background radiation spiked to three point eight, then dipped to three again, and we were gone.


39. The Death of Gypsy | Izzy and the Father of Terror | Epilogue