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pink. I’m taking a nap."

"Wait. What is four degrees that was three
before?"

"Relic background radiation, Savvy. I
never told you this? It’s like a pilot
light. It flares up when somebody does an
epochй. It didn’t work though. I’m taking
a nap." Brooking no protest, Izzy turned
off the radio and scooted down in his
seat.

"I am driving with a mad man, and still no
female action."



5. The Temporary

Thoughts smoked from my skin.

"Is he a werewolf, Izzy?" Sarvaduhka
whispered.

Izzy said, "Let me snooze."

I squeezed Mel’s eyes shut to keep from
slashing too brutally the delicate inner
membrane, with my light. Rising open-armed
before Sarvaduhka’s VW Squareback heading
east out of Albuquerque, I bathed them,
squinting in the munificence and splendor,
till Izzy yanked down the visors.

"Snooze, he wants to snooze!" Sarvaduhka
said. "Snooze, Izzy, but when do I get my
female action? Everything you want to do,
we do. Now we have the boy and you are
satisfied. But I still have no female
action. I never should have left my
videos." He pinched a cone of incense from
a slot under the ashtray, stuffed it into
a compartment in Ganesha’s back, and lit
it clumsily with a cheap butane lighter.
Smoke spouted from Ganesha’s trunk.

"You horny bastard," Izzy grumbled,
"didn’t I tell you, you get some nooky in
Memphis? We gotta finish with the kid