"Yves, Ursula," Dee said to the odd couple goggling at him in the hallway. "You guys okay?" He scrutinized Ursula's face. Her eyes were hidden behind the fog filming her wide, oval glasses. "Ursula?"
Yves followed Dee's gaze. "Ursula, how're you doing?" Her hand squeezed his tight enough to grind his knuckles together. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah," Ursula gulped. "Still gay." She nodded. "I'm impressed but still gay." She surrendered Yves' hand. "Just having a strong flashback, sorry."
"Ursula?" The green girl peeped over her shoulder. "Oh, it's the pharmaceutria from two doors down. Hey."
Ursula started at the term but raised a palm. "Uh. Hey."
The green girl shifted her weight in Dee's arms to leer up at Yves. A sheaf of agate dreadlocks fell over her eyes. "Why hullo there," she drawled. "You're Vigo? A guy like you, staying home playing computer games all night?" She shook her head. "What a crime."
Yves laughed, massaging his hand. "I'm Yves. Upstairs neighbor. Favorite video game: Ms. Pac-Man."
She tipped her head. "Nice to finally meet you two."
Ursula turned away, muttering, "Pharmaceutria."
Dee held her away from his chest to look her in the eye. "I would've introduced you to my friends if you'd ever let me out of the apartment."
"Friends?" The green girl's brow wrinkled. "You have friends?"
"Very funny." Dee rolled his shoulders. The green girl gasped, giggled, and decanted from his arms onto the floor. The cheap carpet wilted and browned under her feet.
Yves marveled at how she moved, sumptuous, feline and somehow familiar. Dee. The green girl sinuated herself under Dee's right arm and nested in the hollow of his shoulder. She moves like Dee does. She purred, her gel flesh smooching against his, a leopard lazing against her favored tree. Or does Dee move like her? He's always moved like that, at least a little or whenever he gets worked up about something, hasn't he?
Dee grinned down at her. "Meet my girlfriend, guys. Honey, these are the guys."
"Just after the nick of time," the green girl sighed, "like always." Dee's right hand disappeared behind her back and she squealed, jumped, and wriggled—No, she's oscillating, Yves realized. Her jelled curves rollicked in the aftershock. It's not a sex kitten act; it's colloid physics. She moves that way even standing still, the poor girl.
Ursula wiped the dew from her glasses on a sleeve. "Galatea, you don't look anything like…" Yves pinched her on the elbow. "…Yves said you would." She glared at him and dodged a second pinch. "You're years younger and a lot shorter than I expected."
The green girl, still undulating against Dee, arched an eyebrow at Yves. "Real subtle."
Yves shrugged. "I'm not worried about subtle. I've got two accomplices. Right, Dee?"
Dee tore his gaze away from the green girl's shimmying rack. "Huh?"
The green girl's face clouded over.
"See?" Yves grinned. "We were just wondering if Galatea was all right, considering everything that happened." His smile fell when he saw the green girl's expression. "Galatea, what is it?"
The green girl fluttered a hand around her throat. "You called me 'Honey,'" she said, staring up at Dee. "You've never called me that before. Have you?"
"I have." Dee cupped her chin. "I'm sorry."
She trembled. "I've lost the first time you called me 'Honey.'"
"We'll get it back," Dee told the green girl. "We'll get all of you back."
"Is it amnesia?" Yves asked.
The green girl shook her head and clung to Dee's side.
"It's a lot more complicated than that," Dee explained. "There are things that happened to Galatea that she's never experienced. And she hasn't just lost Galatea's memories; she's got a bunch of the wrong ones."
"I don't understand," Ursula said. Yves nodded in agreement.
Dee sighed. "It's best if we start over, with proper introductions." He gave the green girl a reassuring squeeze. "Okay?"
"Okay," she said, sniffled and stepped forward.
"Ursula, Yves," Dee said, "I'd like you to meet my beloved, Eurydice."
A myrtle blush flushed Eurydice's bare breasts and flashed up her throat. Yves and Ursula recoiled from a sudden flare of heat, retreating sideways into the dingy dead-end of the long hall. Dee turned but Eurydice squirmed and fled behind him, yipping, "Sorry, sorry!" Yves could only see the daggered points of her hair quivering behind Dee's neck as she spoke. "I'm so sorry. Dammit, Dee!"
Dee flinched under a splattered drubbing against his back. "Ow. What, what?"
"Dee, I can't believe you named me in front of your friends! You know how much that turns me on!" A few rivulets of green syrup spilled over Dee's hunching shoulders and rolled down his sinewy, naked frame. "So few men ever live long enough to name me and the one that gets to name me twice turns out to be an idiot."
"I understand even less now," Ursula said, pressing her palm against her forehead.
"You’re not alone." Yves sidled as close as he could in the baking heat. "Dee, Ursula and I just risked our lives saving you and your girlfriend's asses, and I know it's not over yet—but I have no idea what happened in there." He stood on tiptoe to stare down at Eurydice from over Dee's shoulder, "Are you Galatea or not?"
"Hey," Dee started.
"Shut up," Ursula said, her back still flat against the beige wall. "Let Sherlock do his thing."
Eurydice propped her chin on Dee's brawny back to glare up at Yves. "I am Galatea." Her brow crinkled. "And a few others, too. Dee brought us back." The nervous writhing of her medusa's hair grew more purposeful, the tips of her snaking dreadlocks exploring the cords of Dee's neck. "I mean Dee brought me back from just a few nanomek…"
Ursula said, "What's—" but Yves muttered, "Magic powder, raw material for meliae magic, makes girls out of goo. Move on."
"Oh!" Ursula jumped away from the wall and babbled. "There's a material component for summoning nymphs? Is it the massa confusa? Does it only make female things? Can I have some?"
"Massa what?" Dee said, "Cherry Cupcake called it novilunium."
"Novilunium, really? Why doesn't anyone tell me these things? Can I have some?" Ursula bounced on her feet. "Actually, that connection makes a lot of sense. Seriously, though, can I have some?" She frowned. "Wait, who's Cherry Cupcake?"
"Oh my God," Dee cried, "you mean you don't know?"
Yves and Eurydice chorused, "Shut the fuck up!"
Yves blinked. Eurydice poked her head around Dee's left arm and grinned like a madwoman up at Yves. "They talk way too much, don't they? How do we get rid of them?"
Yves shook his head. "I'd shake your hand if it weren’t three hundred degrees."
"Time to cool off, then." She stepped out from Dee's shadow. "Dee, go hose yourself down and then bring me some ice. I don't need much—I'm very energy efficient—but only if you're not around getting me hot and bothered."
Dee glanced down to give her a wry smile. "Yes, dear."
Eurydice slapped him on his bare rump when he turned about-face and marched back into Bee's smoldering apartment. "Ooh, I shouldna done that," she said, touching the tips of her fingers to her lips. The gelled blades of her hair stuck together and a green sugar glaze ran down her forehead. "I'll need more ice, solid boy!"
Ursula whistled. "Wow, I knew you'd got it bad, but not that bad."
"Have you seen that man's ass?" Yves asked.
"I wasn't looking," Ursula admitted.
Eurydice hooked her thumb at the apartment door. "Go check it out."
Ursula rolled her eyes. "Fine, I get the point." She disappeared into the misty apartment and squeaked, "Holy shit!" Yves and Eurydice exchanged worried looks. "Look at this mess!" Yves gave Eurydice the thumbs-up.
"So," Eurydice sighed, peeling her sticky clumps of hair apart into a forest of shimmering dreadlocks. "How much time we got, do you think?"
Yves watched her shake out her jade mane. She's green. She's made out of Jell-O. She's real. "Just a few minutes, but that's not the real worry." The real worry is you're God-damned made out of God-damned Jell-O. He glanced down the hallway. "The real worry is morning rush hour." No, the real worry is I'm talking to a girl made out of Jell-O as if I meet one every day waiting in line at Starbucks. Well, at least this one isn't fisting my dick and my ass at the same time like the last one did. "There are only two other apartments along this hallway since the rental office is on this floor, and both Kay and this Esteban guy are…gone…but someone's bound to notice all this collateral damage. We're supposed to have security, but somehow they've missed all this. So stop showing off and give it to me straight."
Eurydice cocked her head to one side at a ninety degree angle. "If you stop feeding me a line of bullshit, and tell me what you're really thinking, I'll stop showing off."
"I'm thinking security didn't notice because Cherry Cupcake ate them, like she ate Bee, and possibly Esteban, Kay, and God knows how many other people. Ate them for their collagen; human bones and fibers are loaded with the stuff. That's why she was as strong as Dee, maybe stronger, when they duked it out."
Eurydice's eyes clouded and brimmed. "Did Dee…I mean, was he—"
"Ready? Yes. He was ready. Galatea prepared him well. I saw the video." Yves smiled as kindly as he could. "It was a pornographic version of the Karate Kid training montage, a black belt in goojitsu via four day fuck-a-thon. My turn: How many men sublimated before you found Dee, found the one that could go all the way?"
Her sadness flipped into a visage of shock. "Dee videotaped us?"
Yves snorted. "Dee? Never, and you know it. Bee rigged a webcam from his bedroom into yours. It's hosed now. Melted into slag."
Her mock shock downshifted into real regret. "Aw, damn. I would've loved to see that."
Yves smiled but his eyes were hard. "Answer the question: How many men?"
Eurydice shrugged. "Most of them I guess."
Yves laughed. "That's not the kind of answer I was looking for."
"That's the only kind you're going to get," Eurydice said, "because I don't know. I don't remember everything, even now. Especially now."
"But you said 'most,' so a few meliae-makers before Dee have gone all the way with you instead of sublimating. Dee isn't the first, after all." That would explain her speaking in tongues.
She smirked. "You really like that pun."
Yves shushed her. I bet I can put it all together now. "You remember at least three. Let me guess:" Greek. "Hercules."
"Now who's showing off?" she said, but nodded. "And it's 'Heracles,' if you please. He had thirteen labors, you know, not twelve. No one ever remembers the first one."
"Very funny." Latin. "Romulus."
"And Remus, too." She winked at him. "My one and only twosome, other than Gilgamesh and Enkido. Tag-teaming's more trouble than it's worth. Dee's already made me cum more than all four of those bozos ever did, and we're just getting started and I've lost half my memories of him."
She's trying to distract me. "And, uh…" It's working "Damn, I don’t know."
"Oh yes you do, Yves." She stressed his name and arched her brow.
"Better not be John Donne," Yves said.
"No," Eurydice laughed. "Gawain." Her grin was wistful. "He was almost as hard and good as Dee. Mm, almost. His friend was kinda cute, too."
"Wait. 'Sir Gawain and the Green Knight.' The green knight. You?"
"Kinda sorta almost," Eurydice said, rocking to and fro on every word.
"The same way you're kinda sorta almost Galatea?"
Her hips froze in mid swing and her smile vanished. "I am Galatea."
"You mean Galatea is in there with you."
Eurydice stamped her foot, setting off temblors in her many curves. "That's not how it works at all."
Yves crossed his arms. "Then tell me how it does work." Eurydice huffed and heaved. "You can stop the T and A show. Dee and Ursula will be back any minute now, though, and you'll get a captivated audience out of the two of them, I promise you."
"Fine, fine." The turbulence of her tits and ass smoothed out. "Nanomek memory is holographic."
"Handwritten?"
Eurydice flicked a hand at him. "Pfft, don't you start. I mean one iota of nanomek contains enough info to reconstruct the whole shebang."
"But when Dee brought you back," Yves said, "something went wrong, the nanomek when down the wrong reconstruction path a few times and brought back fragments of the wrong shebang before it found Galatea. Hey, that's your pun, not mine, so don't blame me for using it. So what went wrong?"
Eurydice turned away. "I don't know."
"Was it Galatea?" Yves guessed. Eurydice shivered but stayed silent and Yves plunged ahead. "Galatea's not sure she wants to come back."
Eurydice spun to face Yves, hair writhing, her glare thunderous. "I wanted to come back. I did come back. I am Galatea."
"But you don't remember how Dee left you." He reached for her shoulders and found them shaking and cool as marble. "What he said, what he did, and what happened after. But there is a part of you—the whole of you, really, because you're the part and she's the whole—there's a Galatea out there that does remember. And Cherry Cupcake has her. And Dee wants her back."
"I hate you," Eurydice sobbed. "I hate you. I could ask Dee to kill you. And he would!" She batted her fists against Yves' stomach as she cried. "Gilgamesh killed Enkido, Romulus killed Remus, Gawain killed Yvain, and Dee will kill you!"
"Is that how this always ends?" Yves demanded. Eurydice wriggled in his grip but Yves would not relent. "Galatea divided? Friends and brothers dead?" 'Yvain?' Who the Hell was Yvain?
"I don't know. I don't know!" Eurydice threw her arms around Yves and hugged herself to his chest. Her face and breasts were cool but her core still burned. "What if Dee finds Galatea and she wants him but we can't re-assimilate? I couldn't share him, I'd go mad. Or, God, what if we do re-assimilate and I don't want him any more? That would be worse, so much worse."
Yves cradled her head as she wept. "It won't end that way," he told her, "not this time. Dee's different than the others, you said so yourself. And I'm different, too."
Eurydice snuffled and looked up at him. "What do you mean?"
"Cherry Cupcake," Yves said, pulling away from her a few inches to escape the furnace below her belly. "She's always involved too, right?"
"That depends," Eurydice said. "Is Cherry Cupcake Dee's psycho bitch ex-girlfriend from Hell?"
Yves nodded. "Yeah, that's her. Like Gawain and Morgan le Fey. Hercules…I mean Heracles and, uh, Medea."
Eurydice laughed once between sniffles. "You've got your myths all mixed up."
"This is Ursula's area, not mine," Yves said. "I took English for Engineers in college. The names don’t matter, but listen: Dee did not screw around with Cherry Cupcake. She came to him disguised but he figured it out and rejected her before anything was fully consummated. That's not why he and Galatea broke up. Hell, they didn't really break up at all. They had a row, a lover's quarrel, that's all."
Eurydice gasped and leapt away, her fingers fluttering about her throat. "He didn't…You mean they didn't…?"
"Dee figured out Galatea fed him nanomek. They had their first fight, and Dee stormed out to get roaring drunk."
Eurydice's eyes were as wide as saucers. "And he didn't sleep with Cherry Cupcake? With you? Anybody?"
"No, although he had to fight off potential psycho ex-girlfriends with a stick." And now I know why. "I wasn't one of them, thank you very much."
"Then what the fuck happened?"
"What usually happens when women throw themselves at Dee: absolutely nothing. It just made him mopey and piney…for you."
Relieved laughter bubbled out of her. "I knew he was different! I knew he could be the one!" She jumped up and kissed Yves on the cheek, leaving a warm, gooey green lip-print. "I wish he could have done it some other way than moping and pining. You're not smiling, Yves," she realized. "What are you not telling me?"
"When Dee rejected Cherry Cupcake, she raped me," Yves said, voice flat.
"Oh my God. Oh, Yves, I'm so sorry." She nestled back into his chest and held him close for a long while before muttering, "I'm going to kill the bitch."
Yves hesitated before he ruffled his fingers through her hair, a mop of thick, velvety rope. "No macho bullshit."
Ursula staggered through the doorway to Bee's apartment, shreds of metal scraping across the floor. Green flakes of plaster speckled her hair. "It's Hell on Earth in there."
Eurydice winked up at Yves and turned to face her. "How's Dee?"
"The walls are gone," Ursula said. "Just green gunk, stained cement, and support beams. Like walking inside the ribcage of a giant, rotting corpse."
Eurydice revolved a finger in an unmistakable wrap-it-up gesture. "How's Dee?"
"There's water running everywhere," Ursula said, staring past Eurydice's left ear. "All the porcelain and plastic in the bathroom melted into lumps. Even the toilet."
"Ursula," Yves said, "where's Dee?"
Ursula ran shaky fingers over her braids, knocking out the plaster. "He stood in the water splashing into the hole where the tub should have been. The water was cold." She met Eurydice's gaze for the first time. "I could hear things…cracking…inside him as he cooled off. He said it felt great, like whole-body chiropracty. When he was done, he reached up and pinched the pipe shut." She reached above her head and pinched the air with a thumb and forefinger.
"Sorry," Yves said, "I should have warned you."
"What did you think of his ass?" asked Eurydice.
"I've got ice," Dee declared, waltzing through the doorway with a mostly-melted ceramic bowl full of ice cubes. "The freezer shorted out a few minutes ago, so there's a little more if you need it." He stepped around Ursula and passed the bowl of ice to Eurydice. "I've stopped the leaks in the bathroom, but there's like three inches of water in the bedroom."
Eurydice grabbed a modest handful of ice from the bowl and munched on it like popcorn. She tipped her head to regard Ursula. "Well?"
Ursula blinked and glanced downward, pulling her glasses to the very tip of her nose. "Nice ice." She straightened up. An ice cube bounced off her forehead. Eurydice catcalled and threw another cube at her. Ursula ducked and it sailed overhead.
Dee stood still, a naked, human maypole, as the two girls bobbed and weaved around him, ice cubes flying. "What now?" he said over Eurydice's howls and cackles.
"I go get you some clothes," Yves said. He deflected an ice cube with a casual swipe of his open palm.
Eurydice readied her last cube, squinting at Yves. "Shove it, samurai." The icy projectile flew. Yves caught it an inch in front of his eyes and Euyrdice said, "Ooh—ow!" when the returned volley struck her in the nose.
Dee frowned. "Clothes."
"You are buck naked, you know," Ursula pointed out.
Dee's frown deepened. "Yeah."
"Last time you were naked in front of me," Yves said, "you blushed like a school girl."
Eurydice leered at Dee, eyes roving. "He's meant to be naked. Wait." She turned on Yves. "Naked in front of you? You weren't naked, too, right?" Her eyes narrowed and she readied the empty bowl. "Right?"
"You'll need some clothes as well, green girl," Yves told her. "We've got to get out of here before anyone can connect us with Bee's disappearance and all this destruction."
"If you look up in Bee's bedroom," Ursula said, "you see Dee's bedroom ceiling. It's green, too. And arterial red. Security's not going to call the super; they're going to call the fucking cops."
"Worry about it later," Dee insisted. "Yves's right; we've got to go. We've got to go to SRU."
Eurydice leapt between the three of them. "How's this?" She reached behind her neck and pulled. An olive, pullover hoodie stretched over her head and down to her waist. Drab, baggy fatigues unrolled over her legs and tucked themselves into green army boots dark enough to pass for black. Eurydice reached into a pocket of her fatigues and drew out an oversized pair of tea green, wraparound, Onasis sunglasses. She pushed them over her face, tucking a few stray tentacles into the olive hood.
Yves swore and stepped back. Ursula just boggled in silence. Eurydice turned to Dee, one hand on her hip, twirling the plastic bowl with the other. "Well?"
"You look like the Unabomber." Dee glanced down. "With a really nice rack."
The bowl clomped upside down onto the carpet before Dee's feet. Eurydice hopped atop her makeshift pedestal and bussed his forehead. "I can be anything you want," she said, her kiss on Dee's mouth lingering until Yves cleared his throat, "as long as it's green."
Dee looked at her with his inscrutable smile. "You don't remember the food coloring."
"Ooh, food coloring?" Eurydice clapped her hands. "Wuzzat?"
Yves cleared his throat louder. "The, uh, Unabomber thing will work great at a distance, but up close the clothes look, well, rubbery. That's not the right word. Fluid?"
Ursula found her voice. "Cartoon. She looks like a living cartoon."
Eurydice turned a sly eye to Dee. "Do I?"
Dee placed a hand on her hip. "Yes."
Eurydice reached down and slid Dee's hand back from her hip to the seat of her pants. "That's a good thing, isn't it."
"God, yes." Dee pulled her off the pedestal. She squealed into his mouth, her legs kicked up into the air.
"God help us," groaned Yves. "They're worse than teenagers."
Ursula moved over to Yves. "Give them a minute—we've got a minute, right? Well, give it to them. You didn't see Galatea in full cartoon cosplay mode. It sticks in your head." She shifted her weight. "And other places."
"Still," Yves said, "all she needs is one genuine article of clothing and no one other than a cop or campus patrol will look twice. Do you have anything to give her?"
Dee murmured into Eurydice's ear and she sighed and giggled quiet replies. Yves felt the urgent need to brush his teeth.
"Are you kidding?" Ursula clutched the air before her chest, fingers curved inward. "Dee likes her big and busty, and all she's thinking about is him. Besides, I'm a size 2."
"We'll risk it, then," Yves decided. "But no food coloring or we'll have to hose Dee down." He raised his voice. "Guys, I'm going to my apartment to get Dee something to wear. You need to stay here, it's the most isolated place in the building and everyone's heading off to work now. Hopefully. Ursula, unless you need anything from your apartment, you should stay with them."
"I'd really like to change," Ursula said, "and if you want me to find Galatea, I'm going to need a few minutes to prepare the divination."
Eurydice sprang out of Dee's arms. "Wait. What?"
"You can find Galatea?" Dee asked, dumbstruck.
Yves dropped a hand on her shoulder but Ursula shrugged it off. "Sure," she said. "Galatea established a sympathetic connection with me when she, ah, used the soap I made you."
"A sympathetic connection," Dee repeated, uncomprehending, while Eurydice said, "You made him soap?"
"At the trace stage of saponification process," Ursula explained, "I add an extra series of distilled oils and herbal essences—not that shampoo bullshit, the real thing, camphor basil, Jupiter's Beard, myrrh oil—anyway, a series of oils and essences that resonate with my nativity." She glanced around. "None of you understand a word I am saying, do you? Ha!"
"Translation, please," Yves said.
"Let me revel in the moment for a second." Ursula bopped back and forth, humming. "It's wonderful to be on this side of a conversation for once. Okay. I gave Dee some soap. The soap has a magic tracer in it. Galatea ate it. I can use magic to trace her. I'm an apothecary, a pharmaceutria, a 'sorceress'," she said, enunciating each syllable and drawing out each sibilant, as if tasting the word for the first time. She threw her hands in the air. "I'm a witch!"
She stood in silence, arms high.
"Oh," said Dee.
Eurydice shrugged. "Meh."
"I'm going upstairs," Yves said.
"Fuck you," Ursula said, arms dropping. "Fuck you all."
"And then Dee said, 'Ready?'" Eurydice recalled. Yves' Jeep bounced over a deep pothole and it took a few moments for the green girl in the backseat to regain her composure. "And then," she said, sunglasses and mouth settling into their proper places and proportions, "it was like giving birth and being born at the same time. He tore me apart. He tore me open. He tore me free. He burned away all the nanomek that I couldn't control, anything that fought back." She blushed black, the flush spreading through the substance of her sunglasses and hoodie. "I gain nanomek by making Dee cum, but I burn nanomek whenever he makes me cum. Everything I do costs me nanomek, but an orgasm costs the most. I don't remember telling him that, but he must have figured it out, because…because he ripped and shred and fucked me into pieces. The pain was worse than anything I'd ever experienced but I kept cumming and cumming, harder and faster and, God, stronger than anything I've known, than anything any of us have ever imagined in all our thousands of years. It was awful. It was terrific. It was …"
"Sublime," Yves croaked from the driver's seat. "I was wrong. I thought you were sublimating him. I thought you, Dee," he said, turning to Dee in the passenger seat, "had planned to sublime into Galatea in order to bring her back. But I was wrong, wasn't I?" Dee stared at him but said nothing. "When you kicked me out of the bathroom, you already knew. To get Galatea back, you would have to sublimate her."
Eurydice muffled a gasp with the palm of her hand. "Oh, Dee, is that true? Was that sublimation? Was that what subliming feels like?"
Dee twisted in the passenger seat to treat her to his inscrutable smile. "It's a good description of what I've been through a few times, yeah, but I've never gone as far as you did."
Ursula, her eyes shut tight, her voice drifting in from some other world, said, "Two miles to the North, two to the East, one behind the Sun." She shifted in the back seat next to Eurydice. "But don't worry about that last one."
Eurydice's voice barely rose above the rumbling of the road and the Jeep's engine. "All these years. All those men. I don't really remember, I mean, it wasn't really me, but…" She held her head in her hands. "There are echoes of them all in my head."
"Don't feel guilty," Yves told her. He tapped the touch-screen of his GPS navigation gadget. "It's what they wanted."
Eurydice pulled the sunglasses away from her teary eyes. "What?"
"Make a right at next traffic light onto Campion Street then proceed two point oh three miles," said the clipped, synthetic voice of the GPS.
"Yves' right," Dee said. "You never forced me to do anything, not really. I bet no lime meliae ever forced sublimation onto anyone, either."
Eurydice shook her head hard enough to sprinkle Ursula and the window with tear drops. "The Demonic Fifteen Point—"
Dee bent backwards to grab her hand. "I loved it."
Eurydice stared at his hand wrapped around hers.
"I never said 'No'," Dee said. "Believe me, I know how to say 'No'. You may not remember, but I've said 'No' to you a few times. And 'Pygmalion,' too."
Eurydice opened her mouth to speak but Ursula shouted, "Stop the car!"
Yves swore, hit the brakes, and wrestled the Jeep to the side of the road. "You're worse than this thing," he said, jabbing the GPS.
Ursula turned her head this way and that, eyes shut and mouth parted, as if sampling the air. "Galatea's a few hundred yards to the right of us." She opened her eyes and squinted out the plastic window. "We're on fraternity row?"
Yves called up a map on the GPS screen. "The next right turn doubles back into a cul de sac. We've found her."
Eurydice shrank into the back seat. "Galatea?"
"And Cherry Cupcake," Yves said, "If we're still assuming she's got Galatea imprisoned somehow."
Dee nodded. "I'm shooting for the Disney lovey-dovey ending: free the enchanted princess." He saw Yves' expression and smiled. "I'll explain later. Listen, should we leave the car here and sneak up?"
"I wouldn't," Yves said. "In case we need to cut and run."
Dee frowned. "I don't want Cherry Cupcake hurting anyone else. Maybe I should go alone."
Eurydice cried out, "No!"
Yves growled, "No fucking way."
"I slept with Galatea," Ursula said.
Eurydice glanced up, agog, before creasing her brow. "Yeahbuhwha'?"
Ursula's mouth worked wordlessly as Dee leaned further into the back of the Jeep. She gawked back at him, transfixed and aghast.
Yves worked the gearshift, speaking as fast as he could. "I have an idea let's circle the block once and say when was the last time you ate I'm starved and I think I saw a Waffle Shack around here somewhere—"
"I know," Dee said. He twisted sideways and engaged the emergency brake. His gaze did not leave Ursula's shocked face.
Yves flinched but relaxed when the brake handle did not snap off in Dee's hand. "You know…where the Waffle Shack is?"
Dee ignored him. "I know," he told Ursula again.
Ursula swallowed. "What?"
"How?" Yves asked.
Eurydice sized Ursula up, a petite moppet in a black poncho, distressed jeans, and Doc Martins. Plaited ponytails tied up with white-lace ribbons arced away from her head and into the foot well. "I fucked the loli-goth?"
"I'm twenty-two," Ursula murmured.
"How did you know?" Yves demanded, pushing the gearshift forward into park.
"Still," Eurydice said, eyeing Ursula up and down. "You're really not my type, no offense, but…" Ursula folded up one side of the poncho and held a bare, porcelain white forearm under Eurydice's nose. "Oh," Eurydice breathed, mouth watering.
Dee turned to Yves. "What color are Ursula's eyes?"
"Oh. Um." Eurydice's eye's crossed. She brought her mouth within an inch of Ursula's flesh. "Oh."
"Green," Yves said without looking.
"Darkling green," Dee agreed. "Emerald on black velvet."
Ursula blinked, pulling her arm back. Eurydice's lips smacked together over empty air. "But…" Ursula began.
"They're usually hazel," Dee finished. He broke the sun visor off the windshield, flipped its flap open to reveal an oblong mirror, and passed it back.
Ursula snatched the visor out of his hands, scrabbled the eyeglasses off her face, and glared at the mirror, eyes wide. "Holy shit."
Eurydice leveled a suspicious finger at Ursula. "She smells just like you, Dee. Except, you know, girly."
Yves shook his head. "You're paying for that mirror, Dee. How did you notice something like that when I didn't?"
"Give me some credit, Yves." Dee rolled his eyes and settled back into his seat. "It's an easy mistake to make, and I've got a thing for girls' eyes."
Eurydice grinned. "He does, you know," she sighed.
"Listen," Ursula said, her glasses slipping in her shaking fingers as she pushed the red frames over her face, "I didn't mean to tell you. I mean, I wanted to tell you, but telling you now would've been insanely stupid."
Yves nodded. "It was."
"Fuck you." Ursula flipped Yves off. "Dee, listen, maybe it was the divination trance. I've been concentrating on my memories of Galatea and they're pretty, uh, specific. Anyway, the words just popped out. I'm sorry."
"You have nanomek in you," Dee said, not turning around, "Galatea's nanomek."
"Dee, I'm really sorry."
"You don't understand. I'm not jealous at all. That's not the point. You have Galatea's nanomek inside you." He turned around again. "Eurydice?"
Eurydice squinted, looking deep into Ursula's eyes. "Yeah," Eurydice agreed, "she's been royally mindfucked, alright. It's amazing she isn't a zombie." Eurydice straightened Ursula's glasses. "You've got some serious firepower between your ears, sister."
Yves sat bolt upright. "Oh, crap, I get it now."
"That's not all she's got between her ears," Dee said, grinning like an idiot.
The goth and the green girl crinkled their brows in confusion and chorused, "What?"
Yves met Eurydice's gaze in the rearview mirror. "Dee wants you to re-assimilate with Ursula's nanomek, Eurydice."
Eurydice blanched a pale celadon. "You know what I'd have to do to go in and, uh, get it, right?"
Dee's grin puckered into a smirk. "You've done it before, apparently."
"Whoa, whoa!" Ursula waggled her hands, pressing herself up against the window. "I'm not ready for Lesson Six."
Eurydice locked onto Yves' reflection in the rearview mirror. Yves read her silent, abject plea, nodded, and tapped Dee on the shoulder. "You know, Dee, you're acting awfully cruel for someone who says he isn't jealous."
Dee's smile vanished. "What?"
"I'll do it," Eurydice muttered, downcast, "if you want me too."
"You mean you don't want to?" Dee asked, reaching for her.
Ursula scooted forward and took his hand instead. "What do you want, Dee?"
"A show?" Yves suggested.
Dee shook his head. "No."
Ursula shrugged. "Revenge?"
"No, Jesus, what's with you guys?"
Eurydice caressed his arm, bare and cool in Yves' spare muscle shirt. "Then what do you want?"
"Damn it," Dee spat. He lurched back into the front seat. "Isn't it obvious? I want you to re-remember what happened, what happened between you and me." He sighed, quiet and sad. "So I can say I'm sorry. I guess that's pretty selfish."
Yves hauled the Jeep into gear. "No." He toggled the turn signal. "Wanting her to not remember would be selfish. Wanting her to remember your acting like an idiot just so you can make it up to her is so hopelessly romantic I think I vomited in my mouth a little."
Eurydice slid the sunglasses back on her face in silence.
Dee grumbled, "Thanks."
"Ignore him, Dee," Ursula said as the Jeep pulled away from the curb. "Besides, the nanomek stuff in me wouldn't help."
Eurydice sat up, the oversize sunglasses hiding any emotion. "Really?"
Dee toyed with the GPS touch screen, zooming in on the cul de sac Yves had flagged as their destination. "Why not?"
"Well," Ursula said, "Galatea didn't mention anything about a breakup or even a fight to me. She was just pissed off that you were having sex with her, somewhere else. It didn't make much sense to me then." She glanced at Eurydice, who was watching her with the expressionless cool of reflective lenses. "But it does now. Plus, from what Yves' told me, whatever happened between the two of you happened late last night, after Galatea's visit to my apartment. So I all have inside me is Galatea's memories…of me."
Yves made a hard right at the next light. Eurydice rode the Jeep's momentum and sidled over to Ursula, faster than a sidewinder. "Really?" she said again, drawling, one brow arching high above the rims of her sunglasses. Eurydice's breath was warm against Ursula's cheek. "Now that's interesting." Ursula blushed and squirmed away but Eurydice just inched closer and wedged herself against the retreating goth girl. She finger-walked a jelled hand up Ursula's thigh and wondered, "Did you smell as good then as you do now? Like Dee, but, you know…" Eurydice dipped her head to coo into Ursula's ear, "…girly?"
"Dee? Hey, Dee?" Ursula stammered as Eurydice wriggled and giggled against her. "Your Unabomber's sticking her tongue in my ear."
Dee turned around. Ursula sat sandwiched between one side of the Jeep and Eurydice's supple gel-flesh. Eurydice clasped one arm around Ursula's back, squeezing the goth girl in a sideways hug. The green girl's hoodie had grown a zipper while the garment shrank two sizes too small. Dee watched Ursula's shoulder sink into Eurydice's corseted cleavage. The gummy fingers walking up Ursula's thigh flicked at the hem of the poncho and crept under and upward.
"Uh, Dee?" Ursula implored while Eurydice tittered, "Ooh, perky."
"The safe word is 'Pygmalion'," Dee said, facing forward again.
"She knows that already," Yves said, keeping one eye on the road ahead and the other on the GPS readout.
"I figured," Dee said, looking back over his shoulder. Ursula's eyeglasses dangled askew on her face. Eurydice nibbled her way down Ursula's jaw line, casting frequent wicked grins in Dee's direction. "You guys okay back there?"
"Yeah," Ursula said. Eurydice's arm rippled fluidly under Ursula's poncho and the goth girl added, "Oh, yeah. Definitely."
Eurydice pivoted her head and pouted, "Maybe we should pull over and—"
The Jeep rocked to a halt. "We're here. I think," Yves announced.
Eurydice whispered, "Dammit."
Ursula pushed Eurydice's hands away with a quick kiss. "It will be alright," she whispered back. "Where are we?" she asked, louder, leaning between the two front seats to get a good look. "Oh, you have got to be shitting me."
Eurydice peered forward at the imposing, brick building and its columned façade. "What?"
"This thing is working fine," Yves said, tapping the GPS. "What about the one inside your head?"
Ursula shut her eyes for a second, gasped, and unclosed them again. "Galatea's dead ahead. This is it. She's in there, somewhere."
"We're fucked," Dee groused.
"What is it?" Eurydice urged. "Research lab? FBI satellite office? Culinary institute?"
"Worse," Yves said.
Ursula sighed, resigned to doom. "It's the Epsilon Zeta sorority house."
Eurydice glanced around the cul-de-sac. The E-Z house grounds were flanked by far less grand, unaffiliated student housing. A sporty, yellow SUV squat in the U-shaped driveway in front of the E-Z house door. A gravel road branched from the paved driveway to an overcrowded parking lot on the sorority grounds, housing a few dozen more cars. "I don't get it," Eurydice conceded.
"E-Z's the biggest sorority in town," Yves said. "Over a hundred active members. Very active, well-funded, and well-to-do."
"Very homophobic," Ursula muttered. Eurydice looked quizzical. "They've been drubbing out gay girls for years. Even got a professor fired back in the Sixties. Someone blew the whistle a while back and now, a couple of discrimination suits later…they're just more polite about it."
"Okay," Eurydice shrugged, "a bunch of rich, asshole coeds. So? Dee can just punch his way through the walls and…Oh."
"Exactly." Dee waved a hand at the sorority house. "I can't get in there, and get out again, without innocent people getting hurt, thanks to my public fuckability."
Ursula swallowed a bark of laughter and hiccupped. "Your what?"
Dee sunk into his seat. "Public fuckability."
Eurydice stretched to glower out the window at the sorority house.
"We're using the term 'charism' now, Dee," Yves said, smirking.
Ursula could not suppress her giggle fit. "Public fuckability!"
Dee twisted in the seat, face burning. "Take the wax out of your ears," he growled, "and see if you're still laughing…little girl." Ursula flinched and Yves cursed and thumped a fist against the steering wheel. "Oh, shit," Dee said, paling. "What happened?"
"I don't need to take the wax out," Ursula said, her voice small. "I felt that in my teeth."
Yves reached out an open palm. "Pass me the wax."
"Jesus, you too?" Dee said, head in hands. "It's getting worse!"
"Yes." Yves blinked. "Wait: No. Not like that, anyway. You didn't turn me on. You gave me a migraine." He ran a fingernail down a fault in the driver side window. "And nearly broke the window. I'm pretty sure this crack wasn't here a few minutes ago. Before this is over, we need to get you to SRU and get your charism, kiai, or whatever-it-is, under control."
"Yeah." Dee shook out his hair, exhaling. "Yeah. So, anyway, Eurydice, I can't go in there without innocent people getting hurt." Ursula coughed and Dee added, "Innocent of this matter, I mean. Cherry Cupcake could not have picked a better spot to take Galatea."
"If Cherry Cupcake's in there," Yves pointed out.
Dee shook his head. "She's definitely in there. I can tell."
"How can you tell?" Yves asked. "Are you sure?"
["…Oh, Master. I'm in you now. I'm in you…"]
"I don't know," Dee lied. "But I'm sure."
Eurydice still glared out the window. "We're being watched."
Yves threw the gearshift into reverse but pushed hard on the footbrake. "We’ve got a choice: leave at the first sign of trouble or at the last possible moment. Staying is not an option; we are not ready for a fight."
"Leave at the last possible moment," Dee said, "and try to learn as much as we can." He turned around. "Is that okay with you two?"
Eurydice nodded. Ursula said, "You can just leave Galatea?"
"No," Dee answered, "but if Yves says we're not ready, I believe him. I don't want anyone else getting hurt."
"What about Cherry Cupcake hurting Galatea?" Ursula asked.
"She won't do anything to Galatea until after we make our move," Yves said.
Dee shivered at the memory. ["…You'll never push me away again…"] "She wants my attention," he said. "She wants me thinking about her all the time. Right now, we've got no plan and little information. Charging in blind would mean I'm not taking her seriously, and that would put Galatea in real danger. Plus, the parking lot is full, so I can't go in there without being buried in Easies. Eurydice, what are you smiling about?"
"I'm thinking of you fucking your way out of a mob of frenzy-sisters." Her teeth were daggered. "It's an interesting mental image. I bet you could do it." Eurydice sat up and pulled the sunglasses off her face. "Orpheus couldn't handle it, they fucked him apart instead, but you'd get through, Dee…Ursula, you okay?"
Ursula groaned, clutching the sides of her head. "My worldview hurts."
"We've got company," Yves said, his hands worrying the steering wheel.
The three passengers followed his gaze. The heavy front door to the sorority house bumped open and a tall coed in ragged jean shorts and a white tee-shirt shuffled through. Her hair was a bird's nest of red tangles.
"That's the worst case of bed-head I've ever seen," Yves said as the newcomer stumbled down the porch steps. A brunette coed in the same outfit tottered out of the building behind her and Yves quipped, "Okay, second worst." A blonde carrying a plastic bucket followed, fumbling the door closed behind her. "Christ, it's a makeover emergency."
The trio bumbled around the yellow SUV. The blonde upended the bucket and a flurry of towels fell onto the driveway. The brunette pulled one end of a garden house from the shrubbery and blasted the SUV with a jet of water. Her aim was unsure and wild. She stood with the hose shooting water straight up into the air as her friends divvied up the towels. Water splashed down over everything.
Ursula kneeled in between the front seats of the Jeep, squinting. "Are they stoned?"
"I know them," Dee said, and as soon as he spoke the trio of coeds turned to face the Jeep, their movements fluid and in perfect synchronization. The brunette kept the hose firing into the sky. The trio was sopping wet in moments, their shirts slick and translucent. The redhead pulled a bottle out of her shorts and squirted its contents into the bucket.
"There's no fucking way they heard you from there," Yves hissed.
"They couldn't, all by themselves," Eurydice murmured, "but maybe someone else is helping them."
"I'd vote for the blonde in a wet tee-shirt contest," Ursula said. "Just look at those. Damn, I can see her nipples from here…What?" She poked Dee in the shoulder. "C'mon, back me up on this."
"What the Hell is going on?" Dee asked her. The three coeds triangulated their attention to the front passenger seat of the Jeep.
"Not another word, Dee," Yves said.
The brunette brought the hose down, training its spray at the bucket. The jet of water caught the redhead in the ear as it arced downward. Her hair flew wild. She did not flinch or move an inch.
Ursula swore. Dee opened his mouth but Yves punched him in the arm. "Shut up, Dee," Yves barked. "They're putting on a show, trying to get you to…" Yves eyes watered. "Ow, Jesus, ow." Yves cradled his right hand in his left, massaging his knuckles gingerly. "It's like punching a brick wall."
"Marble," Ursula corrected. She poked Dee's shoulder again. "His skin gives." Dee turned and made a sour face at her but she ignored him, exploring the hollow of his collarbone instead. Her fingers worked under the narrow strap of the muscle shirt. "His skin gives as you'd expect but the musculature underneath is marble." Dee grumbled and folded his arms. Ursula gasped as his shoulder flexed beneath her palm. "Stone sliding against stone," Ursula stuttered, voice hushed. "Polished granite or greased marble…"
Eurydice cleared her throat in the sudden, icicled silence.
Ursula withdrew into the back seat. "Look," she told Eurydice, "I'm gay, but I'm not dead. I can see the attraction of that sort of thing but I don't want it." Dee grimaced and rooted around the Jeep's glove compartment. Ursula pointed out the window to the driveway where the coeds, their expressions cockeyed but otherwise blank, were busy soaping up their SUV and each other with sudsy towels. "I'm much more interested in the Night of the Living Coed Carwash going on out there."
"They've been mindfucked, right?" Yves asked. "Cherry Cupcake's gotten into them. How much nanomek does that cost?"
Dee found a pen and waved it around in silent triumph before diving back into the glove compartment.
"It depends on what you want to do," Eurydice explained. "Opening someone to suggestion costs just a little, enthralling someone takes a little bit more plus a really good, hard screw, but remote control zombies? A metric fuckton. What's Dee doing?" Dee scribbled with his pen on the back of an old gas station receipt. "It looks like he's trying to tell us something. What is it, solid boy?"
Dee shoved the receipt in Eurydice's face. She read the back of the piece of paper, and passed it to Ursula in stunned silence.
"'Don't objectify me'," Ursula read as Eurydice burst into giggles.
Eurydice made little, happy snerk! noises. "You left out the three exclamation points."
Ursula peered up at Dee's silent, wounded-puppy expression. Her chin trembled, lips working to hold back laughter. "I'm s-sorry, Dee. But…" she held up the little slip of paper, "…but this is just so cute."
Eurydice plopped sideways into Ursula's lap, hooting. Ursula's composure cracked and she laughed right into Dee's face.
"So zombifying three girls would take a shit-load of nanomek," Yves said. He eyed the sorority house.
"Yeah," Eurydice chuckled, her head propped on Ursula's knees.
"How about three dozen?" Yves asked, his voice cool and steady.
Ursula looked up and out and her mirth died in her throat. Dee turned to sit face forward, moaned in wordless dejection, and hid his head in his hands. Eurydice rolled upright and yelped. "Gah! Where the fuck did they come from?"
The sorority house porch was packed with girls. The crowd spilled down the porch steps and ringed the horseshoe driveway, evenly spaced as if posed for a yearbook photograph, with the original trio, dripping and foamy, serving as a vanguard. The sisters of Epsilon Zeta stood at attention in various clubbing outfits, curve-hugging bellyshirts, and low-rise jeans, all staring at the passenger side of the Jeep with the blank, empty intensity of a camera lens.
"Holy shit," Eurydice said after she took the whole scene in, "that's a lot of skank-bots."
"There are probably a couple dozen more," Yves said, scanning the building's windows for other signs of life. "Reserves. These are just the ones Cherry Cupcake thinks will make the biggest impression on Dee. I mean, look at them. They could all be featured in a Girls' Gone Wild video."
"They're just standing there, waiting," Ursula said, eyes wide. "And everything's so quiet. I feel like we're in a Hitchcock movie."
"There's just one thing I don't get," Yves said, scratching his smooth chin.
"Just one?" Ursula cried.
Yves pondered aloud. "Cherry Cupcake's blown so much nanomek without attacking, without even making an appearance. She's just being cute—well, psycho-bitch cute—playing around. But she knows she's going to need even more nanomek if she and Dee face off again, and that's what she wants most of all: Dee versus Cherry Cupcake, round two."
"Electric boogaloo," Eurydice mumbled.
Dee scrabbled about, gathering more receipts.
"I hate it when he does this," Ursula told Eurydice. "Get to the point, Yves."
"Where's she planning to get it all?" Yves said. "How? Jump the mailman? Send her skank-bots to knock over a fertility clinic?"
Dee wrote with stabbing furious strokes on a receipt. He gave the message to Yves who read it and passed it around.
PARTY
"She had a party," Yves said, dubious.
Dee threw another receipt at Yves.
TONIGHT
"She's going to have a party," Ursula said, uncomprehending.
"Oh, for God's sake," Dee spat, making everyone in the Jeep jump. The mob of girls pitched forward with every word. "I met some Easies yesterday and they said that they were holding a party Friday night, and that's tonight—"
Eurydice's arm shot forward, stretching across the length of the Jeep's cabin. Her hand clamped down over Dee's mouth. "That's enough, dear. Cherry Cupcake knows that you know that she knows about the party now. Please stop making the zombie horde horny."
The sidewalk fronting the sorority house lawn swarmed with coeds. The vanguard trio and a half-dozen other girls perched on the curb. The redhead ran her tongue over her teeth. A blob of soap suds fell from her chin onto the hood of the Jeep.
"Do you have the air condition vents open, Yves?" Ursula asked. A girl in pink hot pants panted great wet gulps of air by Ursula's window.
Yves checked the dashboard dials. "Yes."
A spreading patch of moisture darkened the crotch of the pink pants outside her window as Ursula said, "Would you set the AC to recirculation, please."
"Yeah," Eurydice piped up, her head bobbing in time with the blonde coed's heaving, tee-shirt plastered chest, "or in about 30 seconds this whole car is going to reek of skank-bot pussy and…" Her brow crinkled in confusion. "…Tollhouse cookies?"
Yves slammed the vent toggle shut and turned the air conditioner on full blast.
"This feels like the last possible moment to me," Ursula said, checking her seat belt.
Dee shook his head and passed around another note.
MONOLOGUE
"What the heck does that mean?" Eurydice asked.
Yves tried to scope out the sorority house through the throng of coeds. "We're waiting for Cherry Cupcake to make her appearance and gloat. Hopefully she'll tell us her grand plan or something."
"That doesn't happen in real life," Ursula insisted.
"No," Yves replied, "but Cherry Cupcake isn't a real person."
Eurydice kicked the back of the driver seat. "Watch it, samurai."
"Not like that," Yves told her via her grumpy reflection in the rear view mirror. "I mean she's detached from reality. She doesn't want real life, she wants the story. What about you, Eurydice?"
Eurydice said nothing and Dee wrote a new note.
WTF?
"Later, Dee," Eurydice whispered. "I promise. At least until after the psycho ex-girlfriend gives her monologue." A winged shadow passed over the Jeep. Eurydice eyed the sky. "And here she comes, flying in right on schedule."
Yves blanched. "Oh, fuck."
"Wha—" Eurydice started, but leapt out of her seat as Dee cried, "Go!"
There was a clamor of the knocking and scraping of a dozen pairs of hands slapping against the Jeep as the mass of coeds surged forward. Dee punched out the passenger window with an almost effortless backhanded swing.
"What the Hell?" Ursula cried.
A multitude of hands pushed their way into the Jeep, heedless of the broken glass, to tug at Dee's collar, yank on his hair, and feel up his pectorals.
"We're getting out of here," Yves announced.
Dee leaned out through the window. Arms scrambled over his shoulders, urging him farther out. The redhead's lips descended over Dee's mouth with a vacant but bottomless hunger.
Eurydice panicked as the thumping and drumming of arms and bodies against the Jeep grew louder and harder. "Oh my God, ohmygod."
Yves jammed two gobs of beeswax into his ears. "Now."
Dee broke the zombie kiss, turned his head and shouted.
"Get off."
A guttural groan resounded from many throats. The redhead's eyes rolled over white. She fell backward a few paces before she toppled over. All around the Jeep, girls followed suit, zombies attempting to tap-dance and landing on their asses.
Dee craned his neck. "You've got a path. No idea how long it'll last."
Yves took his foot of the break and the Jeep rolled backward, with Dee shouting directions. "Keep it straight, keep it straight. Okay, clear, turn around." The Jeep performed a quick K-turn in the mouth of the cul de sac. "Now floor it!"
Eurydice trembled and shook. "What. Why. What."
"Next time you two boys plan an escape," Ursula said as the Jeep sped down the side-road, "you damn well better let us in on it."
Dee buckled himself in. "It's not over. Left, go left. We need to head for the highway, South."
Yves ran a red light.
"What happened to staying for the monologue?" Eurydice demanded.
"There wasn't going to be one," Dee said. He kept watching the skies. "She wanted to surprise us, instead."
"But Cherry Cupcake…"
"Weighs in at over three hundred pounds of cherry-chocolate flavored wet cement," Yves interrupted. "There's no way she can fly with those wings. She can only fall with style."
"So it wasn't Cherry Cupcake," Dee said, "but something else." The shadow fell over the Jeep again. "Drive faster, Yves."
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My heart had a problem, in the early hours,
So I stopped it dead for a beat or two.
But I cut some cord, and I shouldn't've done that,
And it won't forgive me after all these years
So I sent it to a place in the middle of nowhere
With a big black horse and a cherry tree.
Now it won't come back, 'cause it's oh so happy,
And now I've got a hole for the world to see.
—KT Tunstall, Black Horse and the Cherry Tree
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