OIABAM: Indeterminacy, chapter31

 

His best friend, a retired porn star he had once rescued long ago, two of the great loves of his life, and his wife…now thoroughly infatuated with his best friend.

All the necessary ingredients for a really complicated Daisy-Chain of Karma.

With all the commotion and uproar since their arrival, it was in the occasional odd quiet moments that he realized how much Amy’s sudden appearance had managed to preoccupy increasingly larger portions of Elliott’s most private thoughts.

Amy Rogers; originally of Miami Beach, of late a true Mondo Civitano.

Her intellect at least matched (perhaps even exceeded) Elliott’s, which not only hypnotized him when they first met, but he soon began to realize just how shrewd she had been since they had arrived.

When she called him “Boss” over the radio, he couldn’t have been more stunned, and once it sank in that it really was her, he was overcome with emotion, realizing that he might just “choke” (cry) when he saw her, (absolutely not acceptable in his world), but instead she managed to slip back and forth between distraction (with Rebel’s help) and just enough familiarity to provoke speculation without showing her hand.

(It never occurred to Elliott that Amy might be just as apprehensive about direct, sincere, or emotional interaction as he was.)

She had been like a fan-dancer, showing only as much as she chose, all the while implying…hinting…alluding to so much more.

Up until she had explained some of the visual experiences associated with The Knowledge…, she had also scrupulously avoided exposing either her mind, or the depth of her character, or how well-cultured she really was, but to Elliott, it had been conspicuous in its absence.

She knew that he would be expecting her to reveal her intentions, all the while playing coy, ever the coquette, avoiding direct interactions with Elliott, and using Jeannette Rogers, her “twin sister of different mothers and fathers” (aka Rebel, Rebecca Steele, and about a dozen other aliases) as bait to sweeten the deal, much like she had done so many times before, so long ago, without having to risk outright rejection.

…Not a second time, and he knew it, having had so many years to ponder if it had been a mistake to let her walk away the first time.

They both pretended it was mutual, even though neither of them wanted it to end, each hoping the other would intercede; both of them regretting that they hadn’t, even as they were doing it…Ah! Pride….

In the bigger scheme of things, they probably had a metric shit-ton of Karma to burn off first…and other fish to fry…but this had been unresolved for so long; long gone, but not forgotten…just sent to a dormant wing of each others’ brains that had been shut down since that acid trip at the Pink Floyd concert.

 

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

09/20/2019

Fish swim with the tides, in and out of the lagoon as it empties itself, receives from, and flows back into the sea.

Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei 

さよなら絶望先生

(Goodbye, Master of Despair)

 

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