BUT just before she left, Zoyd had slipped Prairie a strange Japanese business card, or as some would call it, amulet1, which, leery as always of anything that might mean unfinished business from the olden hippie times, the girl at first had been reluctant even to touch. Zoyd had received it years ago, in return for a favor. At the time he was working a Hawaiian cruise gig for Kahuna Airlines, a non-sked flying out of LAX's East Imperial Terminal, a gig he'd stumbled into in the turbulent last days of his marriage, out on one more desperate attempt, transpacific this time, to save the relationship, as he saw it, or, as she saw it, once again come messing with her privacy, red-eyeing in to Honolulu on a charter flight in an airplane of uncertain make that was not only the flagship but also the entire fleet of a country he had not, till then, heard of. If Frenesi was half expecting him, it was not in the condition he arrived in, taken over by an itch2 he could no longer control to see how she spent her evenings. "Me, I get through OK," practicing in front of a stained and cracked mirror in the airplane lavatory3, whispering in the jet throb4 and structural5 creaking, "just worryin' about you, Frenesi," standing7 there miles above the great ocean making these faces at himself.
At first it had seemed like a terrific idea, a perfect break for them both, at a critical time. Sasha had been there too, to see her off on the flight, she and Zoyd handing the half-asleep Prairie back and forth8, arms to arms, like a rehearsal9 of arrangements to come. It was a rare cooperative moment for the in-laws, in their mutual10 uneasiness, Sasha never having known really what to make of Zoyd, settling instead for a reflex headshake whenever they met, with an embarrassed laugh that seemed to mean, "You are so inappropriate for my daughter that even you must see it and be as amused as I am — we're adults after all, and we can certainly share a chuckle13, can't we Zoyd." But they were to find themselves, amazingly, on the same side of the law after all, which meant no custodial14 battles ever, for as they both came to learn, no judge would waste the time deciding whose rap sheet was more disreputable — if it was a choice between a lifelong Red grandmother and a dope fiend father, Prairie would end up as a ward15 of the court, and no question, they had to keep her out of that. Like it or not, they would be forced, now and then anyway, to coordinate16 their lives.
"Feel like Mildred Pierce's husband, Bert," is how Zoyd described his inner feelings to Frenesi, having located her finally at the gigantic Dark Ocean Hotel, a towering dihedral wailful17 of 2,048 rooms with identical lanais cantilevered into blue space, all facing the Pacific. Far below, tiny figures rode the curl of the tiny surf, sunned upon the beach, frolicked in tiny glowing aqua pools set in tropical groves18 of deep green.
From any distance an observer would have noticed, here and there upon the great bent19 facade20, folks on their lanais out taking the breezes, eating room-service banquets, smoking the local can-nabis, fucking in semipublic.
"Appreciate the comparison Zoyd, although as you see I'm alone, yes quite alone, not that there aren't enough good-looking guys around. ..."
"Ain't pickups I'm thinkin' of, or we could've had this li'l get-together21 long ago."
"Oh? When, exactly?"
"Nah, forget it."
"Wait a minute, you come barging in here —"
"Yeah and on my own ticket too," almost adding, "my mommy didt'n pay for it," but seeing she was expecting it, he let the wave go by uncaught.
In fact what he'd done was check in right next door to her, so that they were standing on adjacent lanais hundreds of feet above sea level having this adult discussion, each holding a can of beer, Frenesi in a bikini and Zoyd in an old pair of baggies — except for the lethal22 altitude, it could have been year before last, back in Gordita Beach. Above them somewhere another couple were screaming at each other, out of control. Their voices, punctuating23, helped to calibrate24 Zoyd and Frenesi's own, though they could share no smug look meaning, "at least we're not that bad," because they knew better.
Zoyd couldn't help wondering, almost aloud, where Brock Vond, her charismatic little federal boyfriend, might be. Hiding under the bed in her room, copping rays down on the beach at Waikiki? Zoyd didn't want to be disappointed. It was ignorance of U.S. Attorney Vond's whereabouts, after all, a kind of reverse presence, that had helped fetch Zoyd across the Pacific Ocean in a plane whose airworthiness only grew, in memory, more doubtful.
Sasha had been no help either. "You can't bring me into this. I'm not going to fink on my own daughter, am I? Even if I knew anything in the first place, which I don't — why would she tell me?"
"Well — you're her mom."
"You got it."
"OK then, how about Brock Vond, who we both know for what he is, exactly the kind of criminal fascist25 you've been takin' honest shots at all your life — are you gonna be loyal to somebody like that? All's I'm askin'," dropping into gentler, con-man tones, "is didn't you ever meet him? See him face-to-face?"
Sasha could hear the pleading, close enough to whining26 to make her careful. This poor sap could too easily settle for any least shadow of pain, seemed to want to suffer every hurtful detail. Dummy27. Why waste his time so? He looked old enough to've been through it before, but who knew, maybe this was his maiden28 voyage into the green seas of jealousy29. She might have asked him, but her job these days, it seemed, was just to hold her tongue, keep it sharpened and ready but withheld30 in a sheath of silence. Doubly frustrating31 because she was furious as hell with her daughter. Frenesi's involvement with Brock, politically, was appalling32 enough, but she'd also once again failed to take care of business, and Sasha was as angry as she'd ever been at Frenesi's habit, developed early in life, of repeatedly ankling every situation that it should have been her responsibility to keep with and set straight. Far as Sasha could make out, this eagerness to flee hadn't faded any over the years, with its latest victim being Zoyd.
Who at the moment was pretending to have a look around Honolulu. "So — I don't see Superfuck anyplace, what happened, Steve McGarrett couldn't solve a case, had to call him in on it?"
"Zoyd, better lay off, we don't want any trouble."
That she could have said "we" so easily had him suddenly short of breath, numb33, drawing blanks. "Trouble? Me? Hey —" unbuttoning the native shirt he'd bought, flapping his arms, "I'm clean, lady! I ain't gonna shoot some asshole just 'cause he's fuck-in' my wife, 'specially34 if it's a federal rap," while he really wanted just to double over in a clenched35 bodyfist right in front of her face ... except that she would only shift away those eyes of blue painted blue, as the Italian oldie goes, shift them away to sea, weather, any prop12 in visual reach, for deploying36 that blue whammy was just as good — she knew it — as touching37, or taking touch away.
She withdrew into her room, slid the glass door shut, pulled the drapes. He stayed outside, contemplating38 the airspace between him and the ground. He was almost pissed off enough to do the deed on himself, almost. ... He finished off the beer in his hand and with what he imagined as cold scientific interest dropped the empty can, observing it all the way down, particularly the convergence of its path with that of a pedestrian far below, a surfer carrying a board over his head. Seconds after the beer can hit the board, Zoyd heard the faint clank of impact, as the can meanwhile bounced away into a nearby pool and sank, leaving no proof of its visit but the ding on the board, whose perfect geometry the surfer was now examining closely, with suspicions extending well beyond Earth's orbit.
Back inside his room, first thing Zoyd looked for was a connecting door to Frenesi, but no such luck. He lay on the bed, flipped39 on the Tube, lit a joint40, took out his cock, and imagined her beyond the drywall barriers that could as well have been the years to come, seeing her at least as clearly as he would later, again and again, on the astral night flights he would make to be near and haunt her as best he knew how, seeing her now taking off her bikini, top and bottom, then unhooking her earrings41, an act, because of how it revealed her nape, that had never failed to stir Zoyd's heart. She headed for the shower, feeling soiled, no doubt, by her encounter with him. Apprentice42 ghostly peeper, he went right along, watching the bathing ritual he'd once grown to take for granted, fool, now able only to fine-tune the way the steam came and went around her body, being limited, given his own incorporeal43 state, to the lightest of physical forms....
As sex fantasies go, this one, especially for vile-minded Zoyd, was pretty bland44. More like an ex fantasy. No outfits45, accessories, or scenarios46 beyond this pure interaction of woman, water, soap, steam, and Zoyd's own unseen restlessly throbbing47 eye, registering it all. Getting accustomed to the only future they would have. What didn't enter into this was that Frenesi had in reality repacked her bags immediately and checked out, so quietly that Zoyd, preoccupied48 with jerking off, never noticed.
It wasn't till later, when he tried to get flowers delivered to her room, that he learned she was gone. He had to break down, cry, and divulge49 most of the story before he could get an assistant manager to admit that Frenesi had gone to the airport and had mentioned catching50 the next flight back to L.A. "Well, shit," said Zoyd.
"You're not going to do anything, mm, weird51, are you?"
"How's that?"
"Hawaii is where men from California bring their broken hearts, seeking exotic forms of self-injury not so readily available on the mainland. Some specialize in active volcanoes, others in cliff diving, many go for the classier swimming-out-to-sea option. I can put you onto several travel agents who offer Suicide Fantasy packages, if you're interested."
"Fantasy!" Zoyd was sniffling again. "Who said anythin' about make-believe, dude? Don't you think I'm serious about this?"
" 'Course, of course, but please, just—"
"Only thing that holds me back," Zoyd blowing his nose at length, "is the indignity52 of lying there all splattered by the pool and in my last few seconds on Earth hearing Jack53 Lord say, 'Book him, Danno — Suicide One.' "
The assistant manager, long used to this kind of talk, let Zoyd ramble54 on for a while, then tactfully disengaged. Soon evening had swept in and wrapped the islands. After a short unintended beer nap, Zoyd got up, put a white suit he'd borrowed from Scott Oof on over his Hawaiian shirt, rolled up the cuffs55 of the pants, which were a little long, left open the jacket, too tight and also too long, giving it a zoot-suit effect, put on shades and a straw hat he'd got at the airport, and hit the street in search of someplace he could sit in on a keyboard instrument, preferably with people he knew. That he was not headed for the airport owed as much to the indecipherability of the fine print on his ticket, a special excursion offer nobody at the airline said they'd ever heard of, as to a strange cheery fatalism that had often, instead of tears, been known, as now, to overwhelm him. Fuck her, he chirped56 to himself, today's your release date, let ol' Brock have her, let him take her on into that lawyers' world where they can get away with anything and get everything they want, and someday when the little bastard57 is running for national office, there together on the evening news they'll be, and you can pop a beer and toast the screen and think of that last time up on the balconies, her turning away, sashaying ass11 in that tiny flowered bikini bottom, hair swinging, the window sliding, no look back....
He bounced slowly from one Honolulu bar to another, allowing himself to trust to the hidden structures of night in a city, to a gift he sometimes thought he had for drifting, if not into intersections58 of high drama and significant fortune, at least away, most of the time, from danger. At some point he found himself back in the toilet of the Cosmic Pineapple, a then-notorious acid-rock club, conferring with a bass59 player he'd worked with, who told him about the lounge-piano opening at Kahuna Airlines.
"A gig of death," his friend assured him, "nobody knows how they stay in business, and that's not the only mystery, either." There were unconfirmed reports of incidents high above the planetary surface that no one talked about in any but the most careful euphemisms60. The list of passengers who arrived was not always identical to the list of those who'd departed. Something was happening, in between, up there.
"Sounds like just what I'm lookin' for," Zoyd figured, "who do I see?" Turned out to be a 24-hour number in the Yellow Pages, with a display ad whose biggest type read ALWAYS HIRING. Zoyd called them at about 2:30 A.M. and was signed up on the spot for a dawn takeoff to L.A. He had just time enough to get back to the hotel and check out.
Each 747 in the Kahuna Airlines fleet had been gutted61 and refitted as a huge Hawaiian restaurant and bar, full of hanging island vegetation, nightclub chairs and tables instead of airplane seats, even a miniature waterfall. In-flight movies included Hawaii (1966), The Hawaiians (1970), and Gidget Goes Hawaiian (1961), among others. Zoyd was presented with a thick tattered62 fake book full of Hawaiian tunes63, and on the lounge synthesizer, a Japanese make he'd heard of but never played, he found a ukulele option that would provide up to three orchestral sections of eight ukes each. It would take several flights across the Pacific Ocean and back before Zoyd felt easy with this by no means user-friendly instrument. The critter liked to drift off pitch on him, or worse, into that shrillness64 that sours the stomach, curtails65 seduction, poisons the careful ambience. Nothing he could find in the dash-one under the seat ever corrected what he more and more took to be conscious decisions by the machine.
Many would be the starry66 night, transparent67 dome68 overhead, subpurple neon outlining the baby-grand synthesizer, that Zoyd's fingers would creep the keys in auto69 mode while his mind occupied itself with sorrows attending the ongoing70 self-destruction of his marriage. Layovers in L.A. usually were only long enough for phone calls she didn't return, seldom for visits to Prairie and her grandmother, but never even the sight of Frenesi, who would have already slipped out. On westbound flights, Zoyd's job at the keyboard, like that of the hula dancers, flame eaters, cocktail71 waitresses, and bartenders, was to keep passengers from thinking about what lay in store for them on the Honolulu end, the luggage misconnected and untraceable, the absent bus links to hotels which had already lost everybody's reservations, the failure of Jack Lord to show up, as promised in the brochure, for photo opportunities. Kahuna's all but unpredictable scheduling produced arrival times lost in midwatch hours when airport security grew eager to play roles with disagreeable subtexts, harassing72 the single women, sweating the dopers, abusing the elderly and foreign, staring, needling, trying to get something going. Where were the traditional local cuties with the flower leis, one for each deplaning neck? "For you?" the armed, uniformed gents all broke out into high barks of laughter. "At this hour? What for?"
And then there was the sky — something going on in between air terminals. Zoyd had been hearing rumors73 since that first Cosmic Pineapple encounter, and then later from coworkers such as Gretchen the make-believe Polynesian cocktail waitress, to whom he had introduced himself with an arpeggiated E flat 7th and some original material that went
Whoa! Come 'n' let me roll that
Little grass skirt,
In the Zig Zag, of my em-
Light on up, with th'
Flame of love, take
The frown right, off 0' your face!
Put it in a roach clip,
Pass it to and fro,
In between your lips and let th'
Good smoke flow, oh
It won't cost much, and
It ain't gonna hurt, just
C'mere with that uh little, grass skirt!
— long before the final bars of which she would usually have escaped his clutches, halfhearted, let's face it, to begin with, a social approach, considering the fog of postmarital misjudgment he was groping around in all the time back then, not so hopelessly offensive, anyway, that Gretchen wouldn't allow him points for going to the trouble. They presently had reached a keel even enough for her to start confiding75 things she'd heard, and after a while things she'd witnessed as well. Aircraft that came alongside and, matching course and speed exactly to those of the jet, hung there, fifty feet away, windowless, almost invisible, sometimes for hours. "UFO's?"
"Not—" she hesitated, the grass skirt, which was actually polyester, rustling76 rhythmically77, "what we'd call a UFO. ..."
"Well who would?"
"Just that they looked too familiar ... up from Earth, for sure, not in from . .. out there or nothin'."
"You ever see who was flyin' 'em?"
Her eyes flickered78 in every direction they could before she murmured, "I'm not crazy, ask Fiona, ask Inga, we've all seen 'm."
He played four bars of "Do You Believe in Magic?" and squinted79 up at her, eyes mostly lingering on the synthetic80 skirt. "Will I see them, Gretchen?"
"Better hope you don't," but as she was soon to add, he must not've been hoping hard enough, because on their very next flight out of LAX, about 37,000 feet above the middle of the ocean, the festive81 jumbo was taken, the way a merchant's ship and cargo82 might be by pirates, an easy target, an aluminum83 shell dainty as a robin's egg to the other, which was solid, smaller, of higher mass and speed. As Gretchen had foretold84, not exactly a UFO. The captain took what evasive action he could, but the other matched his maneuvers85 exactly. Finally they stood, side by side above the tropic of Cancer, between them, some twenty meters across, a flow of savage86 wind, as, slowly, not telescoping out, but assembling itself from small twinkling pieces of truss-work, the other spun87 across to them a windproof access tunnel, with a cross section like a long teardrop, that locked firmly on to the forward hatch of the Boeing.
In the plane, passengers milled among the resined88 hatch-cover tables, the plastic tikis and shrubbery, clutching their oversize paper-parasoled drinks, Zoyd attempting to keep up a medley89 of peppy tunes. Nobody knew what was going on. Arguments started. Through the port-side windows could be observed the burnished90 seams, the glowing engines of the other. Last sunlight lay in bands at the horizon, and some of the windows had begun to ice up, not in the quiescent91 way of frost on a kitchen window on Earth, but in a stressed clash of jet-speed geometries.
When the hatch at last sighed open, the intruders entered the flying nightclub with elite-unit grace, automatics ready, faces dim behind high-impact shields, all business. Everyone was ordered to a seat. The captain came on the PA. "This is for our own good. They don't want all of us, just a few. When they get to your seat number, please cooperate, and try not to believe any rumors you hear. And till we get the rest of you where your tickets say you're going, all drinks are on the Kahuna Airlines Contingency92 Fund!" which brought loud applause but would prove, in the drawn-out litigation attending this incident, to have been an appeal to a fictional93 entity94.
Gretchen dropped by the synthesizer just to take a breather. "This is fun," Zoyd said. "First time I ever heard the cap'n's voice. If he can sing 'Tiny Bubbles,' I'm out of a job."
"Everybody's nervous and drinking. What a bummer. Kahuna Airlines done it again."
"This doesn't happen on the majors?"
"There was some kind of a industry-wide agreement? It would have cost more than Kahuna wanted to spend. The word they all use is 'insurance.' "
Night fell like the end of a movie. The alcohol flowed torren-tially, and soon it was necessary to switch over to a reserve tank of inexpensive vodka, located in the wing. Some passengers fell unconscious, some glazed95 out, others kicked off their shoes and partied, notwithstanding the grim shielded troopers working slowly, methodically among them. As Zoyd was segueing into the main title theme from Godzilla, King of the Monsters (1956), he was distracted by a voice somewhere behind and slightly below him. "What it is, bro! OK if I — sit in?" He saw somebody in a blond hippie haircut, floral bell-bottoms, and tropical shirt, with a dozen or so plastic leis piled up around his face and shoulders, plus some pitch-black goggle-style shades and a straw hat, holding a banjo-ukulele of between-the-wars vintage. The hair turned out to be a wig96, borrowed from Gretchen, who had also suggested Zoyd for sanctuary97.
"Man's after you, eh," smoothly98, finding a lead sheet with, inevitably99, uke diagrams on it. "How about this?"
"Uh-huh!" the strange ukulelist replied. "But it'd be easier — in the key of G!" Ukulele talk, all right, the new sideman proceeding100 to turn in a respectable rhythm job on the old Hawaiian favorite "Wacky Coconuts101," though when Zoyd took the vocal102 he got confused enough to have to go back to the tonic103 and wait.
Can't ya hear ... them ...
(vumm) Uh Wack-ky Coconuts,
(hm) Uh Wack-ky Coconuts,
Thumpin' in a syn-copated island,
Melodee...
Con-tinuouslee....
Yes one by one those
(vum) Wack-ky Coconuts,
(vum) Wack-ky Coconuts,
Fallin' on m' roof like th' beat of some
Jungle drum . .. (mm!)
Vum-vum vum!
Why won't those
Ol' Wack-ky Coconuts, find some other place?
Why should I remain in Wack-
Ky Coconuts' embrace? Must be wacky 'bout6
(vum!) Wack-ky Coconuts,
(vum!) Oh, those loco nuts,
They're the coconuts
For me!
The pursuers moved along among the boogeying and the ca-taplectic, none of them giving the strumming fugitive104 much of a look, in search, it seemed, of some different profile. Further, Zoyd noticed that every time he hit his highest B flat, the invaders105 would grab for their radio headsets, as if unable to hear or understand the signal, so he tried to play the note whenever he could, and soon was watching them withdraw in a blank perplexity.
Zoyd's odd visitor, with ritual economy, held out a business card, iridescent106 plastic, colors shifting around according to cues that couldn't always be sensed.
"My life — looks like you saved it!" The card read,
Takeshi Fumimota
ADJUSTMENTS
Phone Book, Many Areas
"That's you? Takeshi?"
"Like Lucy and Ethel — if you're ever in a jam!" He played a few bars on the uke. "At the point in your life when you really need this, you will — suddenly remember! that you have this card — and where you have stashed107 it!"
"Not with my memory."
"You'll remember." It was then that he simply faded into the environment, became invisible in what would be a nightlong party that now, with the departure of their visitors, had shifted into high.
"He-e-e-y," Zoyd spoke108 to the room, "I heard of job skills like that, but don't know that I'd care to associate with that heavy-duty type of a hombre, nothin' personal understand, that is o' course if you're still someplace you can hear me. Hah?" No reply. The card went into a pocket, then another, into a long sequence of pockets, wallets, envelopes, drawers, and boxes, surviving barrooms, laundromats, doper's forgetfulness, and North Coast winters, till the morning, not knowing if he'd ever see her again, when he suddenly remembered where it was after all the years and gave it to Prairie, as if she were supposed to be the one to have it all along.
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