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Nine oclock?Ten oclock.
I have to have bed check for the men at ten oclock. What about eleven oclock?
I think I make eleven oclock. Let me look in my book.
She looked in her book.
Eleven oclock, then, she said, writing a note in her book. Uhe trees?
Uhe stars, said Thomas.
The trees, said Julie, looks like rain.
If no rain, thears, said Thomas. If rain, therees.
Or the hedge, said Julie. Wet and dripping. Mulchy.
What are ying? asked the Dead Father. Could it be an assignation?
Nothing, said Julie. Nothing you should yourself about, dear old soul.
The Dead Father flang himself to the ground.
But I should have everything! Me! I! Myself! I am the Father! Mine! Always was and always will be! From whom all blessings flow! To whom all blessings flow! Forever and ever and ever and ever! Ameissime Pater!
He is chewing the earth again, Julie observed. One would think he would tire of it.
Thornas began singing, in a good voice.
The Dead Father stopped chewing the earth.
That is one I like, he said, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his golden robe.
For thihomas sang, in a good voice, is the kingdom, and the power, and the glo-ree, for-EVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVWVVVVVVVV-er. . .
That is one I like, said the Dead Father, I have always liked that one.
Thomas stopped singing.
By the way, he said, let me have your passport.
Why? asked the Dead Father.
Ill take care of it for you.
I take care of my oort.
Many people lose or carelessly misplace their passports, Thomas said. Ill take care of it for you.
Very kind of you but not necessary.
A lost or misplaced passport is a very serious matter. Many people are extremely careless with their passports especially older people.
Ive always been very careful with my passport.
Especially older people who are sometimes vague or fetful, a ita<cite>９９lｉb?</cite>nt of advang age.
Are you suggesting Im being senile?
Ghastly look of the Dead Father.
Oh no, said Thomas. Not senile. Not for a moment. I just thought it might be better if I took care of your passport. We are crossing frontiers and all that. Let me have your passport.
No, said the Dead Father. I will not.
I knew an old person once who lost or misplaced his passport, said Thomas. Stopped by the border police, at a certain border, he could not find or locate his passport. There he was at the border station, frantic, digging through his suitcases, patting himself on the chest, turning out his pockets, and then bato the baggage. The amused tolerance of the buards turning into impatiehers waiting behind him in line, assorted loafers and jeerers loafing and jeering. Not to mention members of his own party nervously drumming fiips on every available surface. The entire group was forced to turn bad return to point in, all because this old coot had thought himself able to take care of his ow<u>?</u>n passport.
The Dead Father reached inside his cloak and produced a wreen passport.
Thank you, said Thomas. You see? Its bent.
Iion<samp></samp> of passport in which sundry creases were seeable.
Only a little bent, said the Dead Father.
The individuals passport is the property strictly speaking of the g gover and therefore should not be bent, even a little. A bent passport makes suspect the petence of the passport holder.
I dont like this, said the Dead Father.
What? asked Julie. What, dear old man, dont you like?
You are killing me.
We? Not we. Not in any sense we. Processes are killing you, not we. Inexorable processes.
Inexorable inapplicable in my case, said the Dead Father. Hopefully.
"Hopefully" ot be used in that way, grammatically, said Thomas.
You are safe, dear old man, you are safe, temporarily, in the maude of our care, Julie sai<cite>..</cite>d.
The what?
The maude that is to say mild gentleness of our care.
I am surrounded by creepy murderous pedants! the Dead Father shouted. Unbearable!
Thomas hahe Dead Father the praphiic book.
Now now, he said, no outbursts. Read this. It will keep you occupied.
I dont want to be kept occupied, said the Dead Father. Children are kept occupied. I want to participate!
Not possible, said Thomas. Thank God for the praphiic book. Sit there and read it. Sit there with your back agai<samp></samp>nst that rock. Thank the Lord for what is given to you. Others have less. Here is a knapsack to place between your bad the rock. Here is a flashlight to read the praphiic book by. Edmund will bring your Ovalti ten. t your blessings.
The trees. The stars. Each tree behaving well, each star behaving well. Perfume of nightst.
Thomas lying on his back, cru.
Julie prowling the edges.
Julie kisses inside of Thomass left leg.
Thomas remains in Position A.
Julie kisses Thomas on the mouth.
Thomas remains in Position A.
Julie ba her haunches with a haween her legs.
Thomas watg Julies hand.
Glistening in the hair between Julies legs.
Slight movement of Julies stomach.
Thomas watg Julies hand (neck ed to see).
Julie kissing underside of Thomass dipstick.
Co standing almost straight up but a bit of wavering.
Julie licks.
Pleasure of Thomas. Movement of Thomass hips.
Julie lights cigarette. Thomas remains in Position A. Julie smokes looking at Thomas.
Julie smokes with one hand (sed finger) moving up and dowween her legs.
Various movements on Thomass part. Trying to see. Julie smokes. Offers cigarette to Thomas.
Thomas raises head, takes cigarette between lips. Two puffs.
Julie removes cigarette. Haween legs.
Julie smokes looking at Thomas.
Thomas remains in Position A, as per the agreement.
Julies hand moving up and dowween her legs.
Thomas staring at Julies hand.
Various movements on Thomass part -- lurches, mostly.
One of Julies legs in the air.
Julie remaining just out of Thomass reach. Thomas cru, as per the agreement.
Thomass mowdiwort at 90 degree angle (roughly) to Thomas.
Julie sucks.
Thomas scratches h left hand, violating the agreement.
Julies breasts dipping this way and that, as she sucks.
Thomas stares at breasts, straining and ing.
Julie stands and moves sed finger between legs, gazing at Thomas.
Thomas makes sug sounds.
Julie kneels astride Thomass right leg, and rubs. Again and again and again.
Julie offers fiips to Thomas, who licks.
Julie attends to Thomass gadso, which is at a 90 degree angle (roughly) to Thomas.
Julie lies on one elbow twelve inches from Thomas and sips a whiskey. Haween her legs.
Thomas staring at her hand, at her buttocks, stomach muscles.
In-and-out of Julies stomach muscles. Haween legs, eyes closed.
Thomas remains in Position A. One of Julies legs waving in the air.
Julie stands and then squats. Presenting greens to Thomass cabbage tree.
Takes cabbage tree in hand. Use of cabbage tree as dildo.
Thomas staring at Julies face.
Thomas remains in Position A, so as not to violate the agreement.
Julie attends to Thomass bag-of-tricks for a long time.
Julie turns arsy-versy all co-kissing.
Thomas licks what there is to lick.
Happiness of Thomas. Happiness of Julie.
Movement of Julies buttocks, to the right, to the left, and so on.
A short aria of three notes.
And so on and so on and so on and so on.
What time is it? asked Julie.
Almost one, said Thomas.
How much further?
Almost there, Thomas said. A days journey, perhaps. Twenty-four hours at most. Julie began to cry.
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