Recuerdo R/W
Next, it is north to the Alice In Wonderland sculpture.
In her picnic bag, UW has a thermos of strong, fresh coffee that has remained remarkably warm. And a flask of Jim Beam…just in case.
They toast the March Hare, and march on.
“And on your birthday?” asks UnderWoman.
“And in your deepest dreams?”
“And what was one thing you believed with all of your heart and every fiber of your being even before you had words to express it?
“And do you believe it still?”
“My God,” says Brian, silencing her.
“All I want to think of…and to feel…is this! But the closer I come to anything approaching a real emotion…much less an intoxicating cocktail of emotions…then the hunting accident rears its head, and I….”
He cannot continue.
UnderWoman waits patiently for what seems like a long time, and then:
“Seriously, Brian. How many times do you have to dab doe urine behind your ears before it ceases to become ‘an accident?’
“I mean, maybe it’s time to start telling yourself a new story….”
They fall silent again. He gives her the kind of look that she can feel as full sensation in her spine and throughout her body.
She takes his hand:
“Let us go then! We have less than 72 hours….”