AZOTUSLAND

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Wednesday, November 09, 2005

AZOTUSLAND chapter thirty five

Jim tried several responses to Spence, but each time he erased them or chucked them in the no man's land of drafts to never be seen again.

FInally he just typed out the following and hit send:

Spenceman,
Good question. I dunno. Got something to do with faith, hope and love.
Best,
Jim
It sounded lame, but it was all he had.

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Jonathan was prowling the grounds when he saw some young boys admiring the Dagger on top of the Jeep in the lot.

"Oh soooo whatha fook you lads look'nyat" he said in thick Scottish brough. "Isa Naw likeayah not seetha way to nor the gonna do the ..gagggaaaa...s'fookn GREEEAT! No?"

They shoved off rather quick and Jonathan laughed, turned and then went back to being Irish, "Do weh get to kill tha English?" he asked the trees, but hey did not reply or clap.

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Lorenna McKennit was playing in the upper cafe when Martine asked for a break and slipped into the Ops and laid down next to Maugham and nestled in his furry chest and played with his braids.

He woke up after a few minutes and began to move lightly as silk against her and she warmed and he rolled on top of her suddenly and his hair flowed down over her face and she laughed until he was there and she gasped and snorted in his ear and he sought her, then grabbed her shoulders for more traction and she wanted to yell out but didn't...a silent cry.

And he felt like love to her and she love's only goal.

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Andy watered the plants in his room under the sunlamps and clipped off some dead ends, then he hit a mister and looked at the progress.

Next he piled his laundry into a basket and set it by the door for Jonathan to pick up along with a list of needed supplies. He paid Jonathan $35 a week to do small errands and pick up necessary items. They got along well and Jonathan made Andy laugh with his impersonations of Hans, Manfred and especially Maugham "the pirate" or Maugham as a retarded "Braveheart."

"Ughhhh gar...derahhh...da we're dee dressed alike dis?"

*******

Upstairs Roo had to intervene with Ted and a newcomer named Ernesto. Ted had wiggled into a conversation with his new prey seeing that the man has a clipboard for an initiative. He asked, innocent enough what it was for and then proceeded to take up a contrary position on anything the man said. If poor Ernesto had said Jesus rose from the dead on the third day, Ted would have found a way to make it not so.

Roo came over and knelt down next to Ted and took his face in her hands and said "Do you know how handsome you are Teddy-boy?"

Ted flustered and turned red and after she kissed him on the cheek, he got up and fled the building.

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Manfred showed up in the Upper cafe around 1:30 and Renata looked at him hard and said "Where the hell have you been?"

"Police!" he exclaimed.

"Police" she said flat and hard.

"I shot the car and spent a night of abundance with many men of dis-reputation and not a few with vomit on their shoes!"

Renata shook her head.

"Well yer lucky it's a slow day because Martine has been gone on break way too long and you have been gone all day. Thank God for Rand."

Rand was behind the counter and he gave her a wicked grin like "You'll be doingme later for this," and she smiled at him playful and fresh.

"God he's a good man," she thought to herself. renata had never thought she'd meet a man both deep and freakish enough and also damned handsome in an unusal poetic way. But he was and she adored him.

In the library, Simon was on the Internet doing a web search on how to fix a persistent problem on his Volvio 1800 SE. Jonathan had offered to help him and lend tools if Simon would tell him a few stories from the old days and his many adventures.

Jeremy was sitting on the deck with his shoes off in the new bits of sun that were finally peaking through. He was writing a memoir of girlfriend 9.5 and remembering how beautiful she was and how he had utterly botched the whole affair after a brilliant start.

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Jim had finally fell asleep on the floor. When he dreamed it was not of blood, or water but of his daughter Matisse skipping through a yellow field and laughing.

When he woke up he made a quick call to Sabine and asked for her to make an exception and have gher come the next day for a day with him. He promised to take her to a museum so Sabine could justify it.

Sabine agreed and the date was set.

Jim shut down his iBook and locked up the Silo and walked through the darkroom and through the Gallery past Hans and said "You say a word and you're fired."

Hans stammered, but Jim was gone out the doors.

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