Being a Green Mother (18 page)

“Oh. Yes,” Orb agreed. She had been so intrigued by the situation that she hadn’t thought of the obvious. “Down, Jonah, if you please.”

The fish slowly sank, coming to rest in alignment with the lawn. They stopped out as Luna appeared.

“Well,” Luna said. “You seem to have found your transportation.”

“We seem to,” Orb agreed. “Jonah, this is Luna; Luna, meet Jonah.”

“So pleased to make your acquaintance,” Luna said formally. The fish made the slightest wiggle of a fin; perhaps that was acknowledgement.

“The Gypsies told us about him,” Orb explained. “He is looking for the Llano, too.”

“Yes. I did some spot research when I realized how you were approaching. But you know this fish is not completely reliable.”

“But not dangerous?”

“Not to you or those you accept. It’s just that this is not a servant, but rather an ally, and sometimes your interests may not coincide. I wasn’t able to ascertain more than that.”

“Sometimes I wish our futures weren’t clouded,” Orb muttered. “Then we could read them for ourselves and avoid a lot of mischief.”

“It is a necessary protection, I’m sure,” Luna said. “My father seldom made errors in judgment about magical matters.” She contemplated the huge fish a moment more. “Well, let’s get your things moved in.”

“Just like that?” Orb inquired, raising an eyebrow.

“Mrs. Glotch has bookings piling up; I told her to start scheduling them, because you have solved the problem of transportation.”

“You have confidence in us, Moth!” Orb said, smiling.

“Of course I do, Eyeball!” Luna agreed. Then they exchanged a sisterly hug.

They moved Orb’s things in. The big fish turned out to have a number of compartments separated by bony walls that served nicely as private rooms, and there was a lavatory region in the tail that had running water and a facility for the disposal of wastes. It seemed that somewhere along the way, someone had gone to some trouble to outfit Jonah for human comfort.

“But how does he eat?” Orb asked.

“It seems he doesn’t need to eat. He is magically suspended, until he obtains his release and can die.”

“Does that mean we had better not be inside him when we find the Llano?”

Luna laughed. “Perhaps so! But first find your song.”

The boys moved in that evening, the fish moored beside their apartment complex. No outsiders seemed to notice the oddity of the procedure. They simply carried their bags and equipment into the mouth and returned for more, as if loading a moving van. They left it to Mrs. Glotch to settle their accounts with the renter; they were checking out.

Orb, fatigued, slept early. Her bed consisted of a section of her chamber floor that was marvelously soft and comfortable and tended to shape itself somewhat to her contours without being obsequious about it. There were some definite advantages to traveling in a living creature!

She woke in the night, hearing voices. Still dazed, she lay still and listened. The voices seemed to be close, yet there was no one in her room. Soon she realized that the bony structure of the fish was transmitting them, so that she could clearly hear what was said elsewhere. Yet that had not been the case before; the noise of the boys and Lou-Mae setting up their rooms had been blessedly muted.

“You
flew
!” the organist’s voice demanded incredulously. “On her carpet?”

“I was scared stiff,” the guitarist responded. “But like I said, those townsmen were after us, thinking we were the Gypsies, and the river—”

“But that carpet only holds one!”

“She sort of put me in front, and she got on behind, and put her arms around me, and her legs around me—”

“Man!” the drummer exclaimed. “You were between her legs?”

“I guess. I was so scared, I never noticed. That river—”

“Let’s get this straight,” the drummer said. “You were hunched up like this, and she was behind you like this, on that li’l carpet? Her boobs pressed up against your back, and her thighs—”

“Damn it, don’t make it like that! She saved my stupid life! I was so far out of it, all I saw was that damn river, till she put her hands on my eyes and sort of calmed me down.”

“Damn, if it’d been me—”

“Yeah?” the guitarist asked challengingly. “And what of your black chick?”

“Listen, man, don’t call her no—”

“Well, don’t make like there’s any dirt between me and Orb!” the guitarist retorted. “She don’t give a shi’ for me, she just wanted to save my worthless life and maybe get me off the H. And you know, I was off it maybe three hours, ’cause I was just starting to feel the pang when I gave her the stuff, and it was a good hour after that. But I couldn’t do it; I couldn’t get the shakes outta my hands, and I had to play. ’Cause she had to dance, and …”

“She danced?”

“And how! I never saw the like! Seems she had to prove she was a Gypsy, for the fish, and this Gypsy dance—whew! I never saw a porno tape better’n that! The way she threw that stuff around, I like to’ve busted a string!”

“Her?” the drummer said derisively. “She’d spook if she even knew how her skirt hikes up when she’s on the harp, showing her gams. She thinks sex appeal’s a crime!”

“Just don’t forget,” the organist said, “we need her. Without her, we’re nothing. Forget her skirt!”

“
You
forget her skirt!” the drummer retorted. “I sit right opposite her when we practice. She’s got the best damn legs—”

“She’s got the best damn everything,” the organist said. “Think I’m blind? I’m half behind her, and sometimes I see down her blouse, and you think I don’t drool? But it’s ten times all the luck we ever deserved that she joined us, and we don’t none of us want to do anything at all to sour her. Keep your hot eyes on your music.”

“Yeh,” the drummer agreed. “But my point is, we know
she’d never do that kind of dance. She’s got the body for it, no doubt at all, but not the mind.”

“But she did it,” the guitarist insisted. “I tell you, I was on a new sniff, so maybe you think I saw more’n there was, but—”

“On a sniff? H don’t pack much punch that way!”

“You think I was going to shoot up in front of her? It got the edge off, anyway, so I could feel my strings and play. I tell you, she may be dowdy with us, but when she lets go with it, hang on to the moon! I’ve seen some real hot dances, but that one she did—if they could bottle that stuff, man of a hundred and ten could have the potency of—”

“So our beautiful prude ain’t so prudish somewhere else,” the drummer said thoughtfully. “I wonder why she wants the Llano? I mean,
we
need it to get off the H, but she’s already got everythin’ any man or woman’d want. What’s she need it for?”

“Just be glad she does want it,” the organist said. “She’s one good woman, and we’re sludge. Just let her be.”

“One good woman,” the guitarist echoed. “I’d be dead now if she weren’t.”

“So are we going to get this room shaped up, or not?” the drummer demanded.

The last comment was fading, and thereafter there was nothing. Orb could hear the bustle of their labors when she concentrated, but their voices no longer come through to her.

She lay awake, wondering about that. What a coincidence that the reception had been so good, just when they were talking about her! The sound of their voices had awakened her; perhaps they had been talking for some time before she listened. Yet it had faded when their subject changed.

Coincidence? She wished she had the little snake ring again, to squeeze yes or no to that question. She was in another magical creature, and maybe—

There was a quiet knock at her portal. “You up, Orb?”

“Awake, anyway,” Orb said. “Come in, Lou-Mae.”

“I hate to bother you,” the girl said. “But something funny happened, and—”

“You heard voices?”

“How’d you know? I was lying there, drifting off, and then clear as day I heard the words ‘black chick.’ I knew
it was me, and them talking about me. But all they said was—”

“Not to call you that,” Orb finished.

“You heard, too? After that I listened, but I couldn’t hear anything. But it—I mean, if I wasn’t dreaming—”

“I think we have just learned another property of the big fish,” Orb said. “When anybody talks about anybody, the other person hears. They mentioned you in the course of a conversation about me. So I heard somewhat more than you did.”

“Then I’m not crazy!” Lou-Mae said, relieved.

“And neither am I. But it occurs to me that we had best be quite careful what we say about others, while we are here.”

Lou-Mae smiled knowingly. “Meanwhile, we sure can listen!”

Orb returned the smile. She liked Lou-Mae. “But tell me—is it true that my skirt shows too much leg when I play the harp?”

The girl considered. “I never thought about it, but you know, when you set cross-legged, I guess it could. You mean they were peeking?”

“Just noticing. I’d better change to slacks.”

“Then they’d know you had caught on.”

“Um. But if I don’t—”

Lou-Mae brightened. “I’ll give you a pair of slacks! Then you’ll have to wear them, so’s not to hurt my feelings, at least for practice.”

“I would certainly not want to hurt your feelings, Lou-Mae,” Orb said gravely.

“I wonder how long it’ll be before they catch on?”

“That may depend on us,” Orb said. Then they were silent, lest even that reference reach the appropriate ears and give it away.

Lou-Mae returned to her chamber. Orb lay awake for a time, pondering this and that. She had mixed feelings about the boys’ assessment of her. Any woman, she realized, liked being considered beautiful, but not crudely. They saw “boobs” and “gams” while she would have preferred some more esthetic and less specific image. Still …

Meanwhile, she had learned something new about Jonah.
She liked the big fish very well and was liking him better as she got to know his qualities.

In the morning the girls were up first, while the boys slept late. “You know, if we don’t watch it, we’re liable to wind up as cooks and housekeepers,” Lou-Mae remarked. “Who’s going to do the cooking?”

“Oopsy!” Orb exclaimed. “That never crossed my mind. We’d better hire a maid.”

“We can do that the same time we go shopping.”

“Shopping?”

“For slacks.”

Orb laughed, remembering. That overheard dialogue did embarrass her; the notion that her thighs were being ogled while she played—she knew she should shrug it off, but she found she couldn’t. She wanted to embarrass the boys the way they had embarrassed her, uncharitable as that attitude might be. But of course she couldn’t.

Actually, they had no supplies for breakfast, so had to leave Jonah for it. The fish remained moored by Luna’s estate. He descended at their behest, and they disembarked. Then Jonah slowly ascended to rooftop height again.

“But why don’t people stare?” Lou-Mae asked.

“They can’t see him, dear,” Luna said. “He allows only selected people to see him. You are invisible inside him.”

The girl shook her head. “That’s hard to believe.”

“Jonah,” Luna called. “Would you show them how it works?”

The fish slowly faded from view. Then there was nothing but sky.

“That’s easier to believe,” Lou-Mae said.

Luna served them breakfast. Then Lou-Mae went shopping, and Orb went to the employment agency. Luna’s connections helped her here, too; the man had a list of prospects waiting when she arrived.

“But you don’t even know what I want!” she protested.

“A female cook and housekeeper, competent, discreet, and unattractive.”

Orb paused, taken aback. That
was
what she had in mind, her pique at the boys making her want to bring in someone whose legs they would not ogle. She was abruptly ashamed of herself, but not enough to change the specifications. “I will talk to them.”

“There is only one present at the moment,” he said. “Interest fell off when the applicants were advised that an indefinite period of travel with young musicians was entailed.”

“I can’t think of why,” Orb muttered with irony. “Well, let me see that one.”

The woman was about fifty years old and looked worn. Her hair was straggly and her enthusiasm minimal. “Can you cook?” Orb asked.

“Fantastically.”

“Keep house?”

“Perfectly.”

“What kind of salary are you looking for?”

“Nominal.”

“You know that we are traveling with three young musicians?”

“So?”

“And don’t know our precise route, or when we will return here?”

“Yes.”

All the answers were right, but Orb felt somewhat out of sorts. Why was this woman so obliging?

“You know that we will fire you if your representations prove to be untrue?”

“Yes.”

“Why do you want this job?”

“I don’t.”

“What?”

“I don’t.”

“Then why did you apply?”

“It’s better than nothing.”

Such enthusiasm! Orb decided to try to jolt the woman into some more revealing statement. “We’re looking for the Llano.”

“Yes.”

“You knew that?”

“Jonah wouldn’t take you otherwise.”

“How do you know of Jonah?”

The woman sighed. “If you ask me, I have to answer. But you won’t like it.”

“All the same, I think I’d better know.” The complexion of this interview had changed entirely.

“I am of demon breed. I seek the Llano. When Jonah
moved, I came. I can’t find it myself, but maybe someone else could. I doubt you find it, but I have to look.”

“Demon breed!” Orb exclaimed. “You are from Hell?”

“No. Some demons are earthbound. Cursed. The Llano can abate my curse.”

“What is your curse?”

“You will not like my answer.”

“Do you intend to harm me, or any of us?”

“No. I can not harm any mortal person.”

“Then I can handle the answer.”

“I must have relations with a man every hour of the night. Every hour adds an hour to my age.”

“Relations?” Orb was amazed. “You mean—?”

“I am a succubus. I have no choice.”

A fifty-year-old succubus! “You don’t want to do it?”

“I hate it.”

“Then why don’t you stop?”