Pissed, I
flicked the roach away and it smacked the stove. Like my friend’s life the
thing seemed dead but resurrected after 5 seconds and kept going. It was back
to the cookie before Clay got his next sentence lined up. Yup, quick like so
many reluctant addicts turned loose from rehab and returning to lives of
slow-mo suicide.
“Okay Ain’t
It, here is what we all gotta do.”
Skeptical,
Gal and I asked in unison, “What we Tonto?”
“The whole
fam damily we,” says Clay, beaming with pride at his cleverness.
Gal was
busting to comment so let loose. She only used her partner’s given name when
her boundaries were threatened beyond her depth and indeed she used it.
“Hey there
Mr. Clay, you is on thawed ice if you think I’m bein’ included in this deal.
Haven’t I already grabbed my ankles plenty on your account? This here’s twixt
you and him and them brain dwellers of yours,” said Gal while tapping the
middle finger of her right hand to her head.
Display of
the bird in this manner was passive aggressive. One single gesture said it all.
“F-you guys because I’m not budging and keep your voices to yourself Clay.”
Clay,
looking slightly guilty, reached up and took her bird fingered hand into his. As
he lovingly squeezed it veins and sinew rippled on the surface of his hand, one
having done both selfish and sacrificial acts. Then again, it was only
following orders from the heart.
“Sun Flower,
you saintly woman, you’s been life ta me unending,” said Clay, his eyes
gathering dew as they peered intently at Gal.
“Don’t be
callin’ me that name this instant. I’m not budgin’, nope, not goin’ willowy on
sweet words. But, I’ll help out as able if you do your part, ya know, take them
meds.”
Clay let her
hand go. Acknowledging her point he picked up the pill bottle.
“Fair nuff
Gal. I’ll do my best. You know I can’t speak for the crew inside me. Sometimes
they get to my mind before I do and take over.”
Clay,
turning his attention to me, puffed up his chest and sold me his idea. Listening,
I felt like an editor being schmoozed to accept a book proposal and wished I
had let my brother be the agent on my first work. Maybe I’d have gotten picked
up sooner by a publisher.
“Migizi,
real generous of ya to honor my request. You didn’t know about my latest
journey, yah, where I picked up these hitch hikers, these spirits here who
ain’t payin’ rent. So here’s the deal.”
The roach
perked up its antennae, twitched them, and booked off. Not thinking it
possible, this increased my unsettled feeling as I waited for the rest of the
pitch.
“Best I can
offer is to be announcer at the Pow Wow that is me. When I’m at the control
board and got access to the microphone, I’ll introduce ya to the not so
dignified dignitaries runnin’ the country of Bizaaro Land in my brain. Yah,
holdin’ me hostage bro, in a foreign country.”
Clay paused
to offer me a response so I took it. His coherent chat seemed reasonable.
“Okay, how
is this deal happening man? Do you know these spirits as you call them? If you
do, it doesn’t seem like you have a mental disorder. Crazy people don’t know
such things.”
Unhappy, His
Favorite Gal kept hushed while squirming in her chair.
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