Part 13 (2/2)

”Black cubes in the daytime sky are suspicious,” Gwedif said. ”Red Datsun pickups in the daytime sky are merely unbelievable. Even if someone saw it, no one would know what to think of it. And that's not a bad thing.”

”Good thing you haven't had anything to eat in a while,” Joshua said.

A few minutes later, as I prepared to get behind the wheel of my pickup, I said my good-byes to Gwedif and Joshua. I asked Gwedif when or if I would see him again.

”Probably not for a while,” Gwedif said. ”When we send someone again, it will be Joshua. But even he will stay here for a few months, to benefit us with your knowledge -- now his -- as to how to approach humanity. We probably won't see each other until the day our race makes its debut. But I look forward to that day, Carl. I will be happy when it arrives. We'll finally take that stroll through the tivis gallery.”

”I can't wait,” I said, and then turned to Joshua. ”I look forward to seeing you again, then.”

”Thanks, pop,” Joshua said. ”It'll be soon. Get a better car by then.”

Chapter Eleven.

Carl looked at his watch. ”d.a.m.n,” he said. ”I've missed my 4:00.”

”The Call of the d.a.m.ned premiere was four months ago, Carl,” I said. ”What have they been doing between now and then?”

”Grilling Joshua, I'd imagine,” Carl said. ”Remember, he's got my memories -- it's better than having me there, really, since I don't know that I'd be up for a daily brain-sucking. It's with Joshua that the Yherajk came up with the idea of using us to be their agents.”

”I don't get that,” I said. ”If they have all your knowledge, I don't see why they would need you or me to do anything for them.”

”Well, they are still gelatinous cubes,” Carl said, ”which does limit their ability to blend. But I think there's something else to it. I think they have a plan already, but they wanted to see what I, and now you, would come up with. For them, It's not simply a matter of the most efficient way of doing something, otherwise Joshua would be addressing the UN right now. But there's that notion the Yherajk have of surrendering to the crucial moment, burned right down into their reproductive strategies. I think that once again, they're surrendering the moment to us -- they're saying, here, we trust you to take this, the most important moment in the history of both our races, and make it work.”

”That's a lot of trust,” I said.

”Yes, well, frankly it's also annoying,” Carl said. ”I'm not saying that we should refuse the responsibility, not at all. But we're carrying the entire load -- if it gets messed up, the failure is entirely on our shoulders. All the pressure is on us. On you, actually, Tom, since I foisted it on you. Have you, since we started this, really thought on what we're doing here?”

”I've tried to avoid doing that,” I said. ”It just makes me sort of dizzy. I try to concentrate on the smaller things, like hoping that Joshua will turn up sometime today.”

”That's probably the right att.i.tude to have,” Carl said. ”Now, I think about it quite a bit. It's monumental and exhilarating -- and I wish it were already done with.”

”It's going to work out fine, Carl. Don't worry about it,” I said. I was taken aback by Carl's comment -- it didn't sound like the Carl Lupo we all knew and feared.

Carl must have realized it, because he sudden gave a wolflike grin, true to his name. ”I can tell you these things, Tom, because we're both in on the biggest secret anyone's ever had -- no one else would believe me. Or you. Who else are we going to tell these things to?”

”That's funny,” I said. ”Joshua once said the very same thing.”

”Like father, like son,” Carl said, and stood up. ”Now, come on, Tom. We have to head back. I can't keep Rupert Murdoch waiting much longer. He gets testy when he's stood up.”

”Three and a half hours for lunch?” Miranda said, as she followed me into the office. ”Even by Hollywood standards, that's a little extravagant. Your boss would kill you, if it weren't for the fact you had lunch with him.”

”Sorry, mom,” I said. ”I'll do all of my homework before I go out tonight.”

”Don't get fresh,” Miranda said, ”or you'll get no dessert. Would you like to hear your messages, or do you want to give me more lip?”

”Oh, I'd like messages, pretty please,” I said, sitting.

”That's better,” Miranda said. ”You have six, count them, six messages from Jim Van Doren. In one two hour-period before your lunch. I think that qualifies as stalking by California law.”

”I should be so lucky,” I said. ”What does he want?”

”Didn't say. Didn't sound particularly happy, however. I suspect if he hasn't been raked over the coals by his editors at The Biz, he may be in the process of being torched right now. Carl called me this morning to get some information on the mentor program of yours. He mentioned that he was planning to rip Van Doren and The Biz new a.s.sholes in the Times. Not promising for either of them, if you ask me.”

”G.o.d,” I said. ”That's just going to make them both more annoying. Anyone else?”

”Mich.e.l.le called. She's apparently having some sort of difficulty with the Earth Resurrected folks. She said something about a latex mask. It didn't make much sense to me. She also said that Ellen Merlow is definitely out of Hard Memories, and that she now felt she was up to the role, because she read 'Iceman in Jerusalem'.” Miranda looked up at me, confused. ”She can't possibly mean Eichmann in Jerusalem.”

”Give her a break, Miranda,” I said. ”She got two-thirds of the t.i.tle.”

Miranda snorted. ”Yeah, well, and I bet she's averaging that for the rest of the words, too. Anyway, she'll be calling back later. Last message, from your mysterious friend Joshua. He says he's fine now, and not to call, he's busy at the moment but he'll be there when you get there, whatever that means. Dealing with shady characters again, Tom?”

”You have no idea,” I said. Why wasn't I supposed to call? Despite Joshua's rea.s.surance, I was worried. I fought the urge to grab the phone right off. I decided to think about another entirely futile task instead. ”Miranda, could you get Roland Lanois on the horn for me?”

”Absolutely. Who is he?”

”Miranda,” I said, pretending shock. ”You're so low cla.s.s. He's the director and producer of the Academy Award-nominated motion picture The Green Fields, and also of the upcoming Hard Memories. His production company is on the Paramount lot, I believe.”

”What?” Miranda said. ”Tom, you can't be serious. You're not really going to try to get Mich.e.l.le that part.”

”Why not?” I said. ”It's not totally outside the realm of possibility that she could get the role, you know.”

Miranda rolled her eyes and looked up, with upturned palms. ”Take me now, Jesus. I don't want to live here no more.”

”Oh, stop it, and get Roland for me.”

”Tom, the G.o.ds of common decency implore me to stop you from making this call.”

”There's a ten percent raise in it for you if you get Roland on the phone for me, right now.”

Miranda blinked. ”Really?”

”Got it approved by Carl at lunch. So you have a choice. Common decency or a raise. Your call.”

”Well, I've done my part for humanity for today,” Miranda said. ”Time to cash in.”

”That's what I love about you, Miranda,” I said. ”Your firm bedrock of moral values.”

Miranda did a little step as she exited the office. I smiled. Then I grabbed the phone and made a quick call to Joshua's cel phone.

No answer.

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