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JUPITER RISING
Chapter Seventeen
The Blue cab was made of newspaper. In it sat Pan, and he wasnÕt
playing a tune on a cheap harmonica anymore. He had a real pan pipe, reeds
bound with twine and wax. Overhead a golden sun shone down on us. It
was about an hour past noon, now. UC Mercy was no longer quite so
forboding-looking. In fact, people were eating it: it was made of candy.
I got into the cab with Lisa in my arms. My pants were gone, left
somewhere in the half-ruined foyer at the front of UC Mercy, which
onlookers were now eagerly devouring. As for the cops, they were no
longer a problem. Those that were still living had escorted Lisa and I and
Hephaestus and Apollo to the cab. They were gingerbread men, and Lisa
giggled as they graciously saw to the opening and closing of the cabÕs
doors.
ÒCops as cookie doormen. How nice,Ó Hephaestus muttered.
ÒIt beats being shot at,Ó I said to Hephaestus.
ÒBelive it or not, I looked at the bullets--Ó Hephaestus said, meaning
of course the bullets lying around in the building as we exited it.
ÒYes?Ó I asked. I was glad to see he was healthy again. His clothes
were still bullet torn but there was no blood coming out of him anymore.
ÒBubblegum,Ó Hephaestus said to me. He shook his head. ÒBits of
bubblegum.Ó Lisa smiled up at me, in my arms.
ÒYour reign has begun,Ó she said.
ÒThatÕs nice,Ó I answered, and kissed her. Then I realized I was still
naked below the waist and I added, ÒI could use some pants, though.Ó
ÒPluto will perhaps have better attire for us now, or I suppose
someone will,Ó Hephaestus said, sitting in the cabÕs back seat with Apollo
as Pan drove off. He waved at the cops and the gingerbread men waved
back. Lisa waved too, momentarily. Then she looked up at me again and
giggled.
ÒI knew youÕd come for me,Ó Lisa said.
ÒAnd cum, too,Ó I joked.
ÒYes,Ó she grinned.
ÒWell I guess IÕm officially not a virgin anymore,Ó I told Lisa. I
looked around at the abruptly different Los Angeles, all the buildings made
of candy now and every cop I saw a gingerbread man, or woman, as the
case was, depending, I suppose, on the original gender.
ÒMe too,Ó Lisa smiled, and giggled again.
We found clothes, royal robes which Pluto, coming briefly above
ground and outdoors, had waiting for us when we arrived back at the
building heÕd been living in. Or under, as it actually was, the whole
building candy now and looking no better than before, except that now it
was edible. Pluto had requested the clothes using a pay phone. They came
free of charge. The owner of the store that had provided them was eager
to see Lisa and I dressed in them, as well as Hephaestus and Apollo. He
had mirrors set up for us right there in a room in the front of the old
building. When we were dressed I suggested we find a better place to
stay.
ÒI am going below, again, if my Lord permits,Ó Pluto, standing
uncomfortably in the bright sunshine, said to me, Persephone by his side.
ÒOf course,Ó I answered.
ÒHearst castle isnÕt too far up the coast. Perhaps that would be an
acceptable lodging for my Lord,Ó Hephaestus said to me.
ÒNo! I want to live in the castle at Disneyland!Ó Lisa chirped. I was
holding her hand, she was standing in very fashionable purple robes beside
me. I looked down at her.
ÒSilly, they just have rides and shit in the Disneyland castle,Ó I told
her.
ÒOh,Ó Lisa said.
ÒHearst castle is best,Ó Hephaestus said, raising his eyebrows and
looking down at Lisa for her approval.
ÒOkay,Ó Lisa said.
ÒIÕll take you there, my Lord,Ó Pan said.
And so we went, passing out along the coast, where a soda pop ocean
washed a white sugar shoreline. When we reached Hearst Castle we spent
many pleasant days there, feasting on golden apples under the rich
California sun, seeking the shade when the perfect sunshine became a
touch wearisome, climbing chocolate trees and making tree forts out of
sticks of peppermint.
And then, one fine late summer morning, when all was going well as
it inevitably had to go, the cavalry arrived. It came with choruses of
Hallelujah and it was at that moment, sitting lazily with Hephaestus, Lisa
cuddled in my arms, that I began to understand the true meaning of
Godhood. You got to rule, provided you could. The laws of nature that man
thought applied to only himself were universal, and my competition hadnÕt
given up yet. Oh, heÕd been winded, but he wasnÕt gone.
ÒI am the Lord your God. You shall have no other Gods before me!Ó a
voice thundered across the heavens, as sharp and powerful as a blast of
lightning.
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