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as if she detected something, and then, her gaze returned to the passersby, searching for me.
“Do you think she can feel my presence… just a little bit?” I asked Giddeon.
He replied, “Doubtful. For the most part, you couldn’t even detect mine.”
Melody removed her hand from my attempted touch and put it around her glass of tea. She stared into her drink, and the lashes of her eyelids momentarily masked the look that I found so painful. The look that was full of questions… ‘ Where are you? Why haven’t I heard from you? We had such a nice time… ’
It broke my heart to see her like that.
The vision seated beside me finally sighed, dug through her purse and paid her tab. She stood up and waved goodbye to her waiter. I watched her look out over the people on the concrete path one last time, and then join them on the walkway. Her honey-blonde hair shimmered in the breeze, and I sat there as the last of her fragrance dissipated around me into the bright, California sky.
Chapter 20
Giddeon sensed that I needed cheering up, so we went to a movie. ‘ Avatar ’, at the theater on Orange Avenue . I’m pretty sure ‘ Avatar ’ wasn’t playing there… as a matter of a fact, I’m fairly certain the theater was closed for renovations. I suppose Giddeon just sampled the field of probabilities of the building until he found the reality that he wanted, and, poof , there we were. I wasn’t really interested in the particulars of how he did it… I was just glad that he did.
The special effects were awesome; I didn’t even mind wearing the clunky 3-D glasses. For over two and a half hours, I forgot I was in a coma… I forgot about my brother’s pain… and, I almost forgot about how much I wanted to be with Melody… except for when the love story woven into the plot of the movie kept reminding me. All in all, though, it was nice to just put my brain on hold and let the scenes of Pandora wash over me.
When it was finished, we stepped out onto Orange Avenue into the afternoon. As always, it seemed strange going into the daylight after a movie… for some reason I always forget I’m at a matinee when I go to one. Giddeon was thirsty and wanted another smoothie.
We crossed the street and made our way over to ‘MooTime’, once again, so that Giddeon could peruse the menu. Sure enough, a new flavor had appeared on the Formica board and he ‘ordered’ it. I stuck with MangoMooMania.
We sat down in the seats outside and took our time savoring the drinks.
Tourists and locals were out in force, and we silently watched the parade of real people file past our position. The colors, textures, sounds and smells all around us were in their own ways more overpowering to me than Pandora; it was easy to forget I was somewhere else, and, that that particular somewhere else was a sterile, aseptic room full of monitors.
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Boris was asleep in the captain’s chair when we got back. He had a pretty good life. If there’s a lottery for cats, he must have hit it. Everyone at the marina knew him, food was not a problem and the weather is practically made to order. He showed no inclination to get up from his spot, so Giddeon and I went on inside the Catalina. I had a seat at the table; Giddeon positioned himself on the couch across from me and picked up my Ovation guitar. He strummed a few chords, and then did a perfect rendition of the beginning of ‘ Hotel California ’. The clarity of the Elixir strings was extraordinary, and his timing mimicked the original so closely that it was like listening to a CD. He went on up to the part where the vocalist comes in, and then, stopped.
“Any requests?”
“That’s really good. Where did you learn to play like that?”
“You’ve been to a lot of concerts and watched a lot of music videos… I pay attention.”
“I pay attention, too, but I don’t play like that.”
He smiled, and did
“Do you think she can feel my presence… just a little bit?” I asked Giddeon.
He replied, “Doubtful. For the most part, you couldn’t even detect mine.”
Melody removed her hand from my attempted touch and put it around her glass of tea. She stared into her drink, and the lashes of her eyelids momentarily masked the look that I found so painful. The look that was full of questions… ‘ Where are you? Why haven’t I heard from you? We had such a nice time… ’
It broke my heart to see her like that.
The vision seated beside me finally sighed, dug through her purse and paid her tab. She stood up and waved goodbye to her waiter. I watched her look out over the people on the concrete path one last time, and then join them on the walkway. Her honey-blonde hair shimmered in the breeze, and I sat there as the last of her fragrance dissipated around me into the bright, California sky.
Chapter 20
Giddeon sensed that I needed cheering up, so we went to a movie. ‘ Avatar ’, at the theater on Orange Avenue . I’m pretty sure ‘ Avatar ’ wasn’t playing there… as a matter of a fact, I’m fairly certain the theater was closed for renovations. I suppose Giddeon just sampled the field of probabilities of the building until he found the reality that he wanted, and, poof , there we were. I wasn’t really interested in the particulars of how he did it… I was just glad that he did.
The special effects were awesome; I didn’t even mind wearing the clunky 3-D glasses. For over two and a half hours, I forgot I was in a coma… I forgot about my brother’s pain… and, I almost forgot about how much I wanted to be with Melody… except for when the love story woven into the plot of the movie kept reminding me. All in all, though, it was nice to just put my brain on hold and let the scenes of Pandora wash over me.
When it was finished, we stepped out onto Orange Avenue into the afternoon. As always, it seemed strange going into the daylight after a movie… for some reason I always forget I’m at a matinee when I go to one. Giddeon was thirsty and wanted another smoothie.
We crossed the street and made our way over to ‘MooTime’, once again, so that Giddeon could peruse the menu. Sure enough, a new flavor had appeared on the Formica board and he ‘ordered’ it. I stuck with MangoMooMania.
We sat down in the seats outside and took our time savoring the drinks.
Tourists and locals were out in force, and we silently watched the parade of real people file past our position. The colors, textures, sounds and smells all around us were in their own ways more overpowering to me than Pandora; it was easy to forget I was somewhere else, and, that that particular somewhere else was a sterile, aseptic room full of monitors.
__________
Boris was asleep in the captain’s chair when we got back. He had a pretty good life. If there’s a lottery for cats, he must have hit it. Everyone at the marina knew him, food was not a problem and the weather is practically made to order. He showed no inclination to get up from his spot, so Giddeon and I went on inside the Catalina. I had a seat at the table; Giddeon positioned himself on the couch across from me and picked up my Ovation guitar. He strummed a few chords, and then did a perfect rendition of the beginning of ‘ Hotel California ’. The clarity of the Elixir strings was extraordinary, and his timing mimicked the original so closely that it was like listening to a CD. He went on up to the part where the vocalist comes in, and then, stopped.
“Any requests?”
“That’s really good. Where did you learn to play like that?”
“You’ve been to a lot of concerts and watched a lot of music videos… I pay attention.”
“I pay attention, too, but I don’t play like that.”
He smiled, and did
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