me for awhile, but not if you continually bullshit me.â
âHow much truth can you handle?â Weena produced one of her giggles and held up her hands as if measuring the variable size of a fish. âA wee scrap? A vast lump?â
âLetâs start with that crumbling Victorian house. You came from there, right?â
âVery well then, yes. You opened the portal from my world. And when we met face to face in Mahalo Gelato, I became quite sure that youâre the man I seek. Youâd already acted as my doorman, and I realized you could be my, my postman as well. So Iââ She made a gesture of shaking on sprinkles.
I felt odd, as if my living room were stretching away from me, with Weenaâs face a pale disk at the other end.
âYouâyou drugged me?â This part hadnât occurred to me before. âYou deliberately gave me those seizures?â
âIâd wager the sprinkles saved your life,â said Weena. âThey enriched your personality and gave you strength. You would have had the apoplectic fit in any caseâthis was your fate.â
âWhat are the sprinkles?â I asked, more and more confused.
âSouls? Oh, never mind that. Iâll just tell you that I harvested sprinkles on my way here from Flimsy. And that they served as a tonic to give you pep. And now youâll be able to host a jiva, and youâll be fit to battle that horrible yuel. The Graf must have smuggled the yuel over here. Do you know that right now the yuel is rutting under the Santa Cruz pier? The imbecilic sea lions believe him to be one of them! But soon the yuel will attack us and...â
Weena stopped, clapped her hand over her mouth and bulged her eyes at me. I couldnât tell whether it was a laugh or a scream that she was holding back. Obviously she liked being dramatic.
âFlimsy?â I echoed, groping for the right question. âYuel?â
âIâm sure you take me for a madwoman,â she said, lowering her hands. âIâve chattered enough. Consider insteadâthe alabaster mounds of my breasts.â Weena pulled her T-shirt over her head and unhooked her bra. âAlluring, yes? Caress me, Jim. Weâll recline on your bed.â
So we did that. The love-making was great, once I got up to speed. Weena was patient, and funny, and then hot. And that old-fashioned accent of hers made it the more exciting.
Afterwards, lying in bed next to her, I stared at the old frosted-glass light fixture on my low ceiling. I seemed to see the tint of the glass changing in slow waves, the faint pastel hues amping up and down, as if I were diddling the worldâs color balance sliders.
âI can teep what you see,â murmured Weena.
âTeepââ I said. âIs that supposed to mean telepathy?â I kept having the uneasy feeling that Weena was a little crazy, or that she was totally putting me on. âIf you can teep me, why canât I teep you?â
âYou have no jiva as yet,â said Weena. âThis I will soon remedy. And then your mind will unfold like a spring jonquil. And youâll have the strength of three men. For now, the action of the sprinkles has already raised your vim. Swaying your inner vibrations is an occult technique for glimpsing the inner essence. Flimsy lies inside every electrical particle, you see. As you oscillate your vibrations, fix your attention on one particular objectâperhaps that lamp on your dresser. And observe.â
So I relaxed, and let the swaying begin again, and now I noticed that as the colors shifted, my lamp began to look like a cloud of bright dots. It was as if I were seeing the swarms of electrons around the lampâs atomsâas if my mind were a scanning-tunneling microscope. In my trance-like state, I perceived that each of the electrons was the same, and that each of them was somehow very vast. One single hidden form lurked within each. The
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