Vertigo Park and Other Tall Tales (17 page)

I was restless, and got up early to take a walk. I didn’t see Sigourney Weaver all day, and I even hung out by her bank machine. She must be trying to make a comeback. Poor Sigourney. I’m through with her.

Maurice left a message on my machine that I got at bedtime. A wandering newspaper photographer had asked him if he thought ours was a world of skewed values. I forget if he said it was or not, but his picture will be in Tuesday’s paper. It occurs to me that Maurice has beautiful eyes. Patient and tender. Kind of like Benji’s.

ILLUSTRATION BREAK

“Do you not be happy with me as the translator of the books of you?”

“Fine, Mr. and Mrs.… ahem
 … Dog.
The bellboy will show you to your room.”

“… Yeah, he done me wrong, but I got over it.… I had it bad, but I’m better now.…”

“… Well now, let’s see here. I’d say you folks were just about a few feet away, right here at the county fair. Am I close?”

GUESS WHO’S PSYCHIC