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mode of thought. She looked at me through a smokescreen of archaic beliefs. I wasn’t going to back down and lose my pride over who I was. My existence was interwoven with my shitty past, my lousy childhood, my father who went along with the men who drove me out of town like a common head of cattle. My reality was intertwined with my memories, my passion for martial arts and birds of prey, my hatred of CGI fantasy movies. My past made me who I am.
    Nurse Warrior’s science could inform humanity a great deal. But it didn’t tell us why we should give a shit about the flight of a peregrine falcon, the fluorescent glow of a jellyfish, why a certain child lives when another perishes under the weight of nasty, twisted parents. Nurse Warrior made the mistake of thinking science was the most rational guidebook to the shining truth. Science was all right for some. But it shouldn’t be the crowning tyranny through which all reality was viewed. There was much more to it than that.
    “Oh, God. Oh, Jesus. Oh, God, that was good.”
    I went into the bathroom to wash up, thinking some more about the nurse. Was she really going to steal Deloy Pingree away from me? She’d do it just to spite me. I wouldn’t put it past her. Deloy Pingree was a star performer for those who liked the boyish innocent type. In honest truth? Deloy was a boyish, innocent type, a guy who liked to arrange flowers, to bake cakes, to coordinate Toys for Tots drives. To put up Ariana Grande posters on his bedroom walls. Yeah, he really did that, though he was nearing twenty years old. I thought he’d make a splendid dentist, and I wasn’t going to stand in his way if he wanted to go.
    Avalanche . All I knew about the place was, it was right outside the gates of that whacked fundy stronghold where I’d grown up. It sounded like Mahalia’s boyfriend Gideon, a biker type, was rejuvenating the town, I guess painting it with his special biker flair. Well. Good for them. All I could remember from the few times I’d ever gone outside the gates was basically a ghost town. Houses had been built, but developers had backed out, probably when they heard whacked polygamists were moving in and buying up land.
    So there was this weird scenario with these suburban skeleton houses in neighborhoods as empty as the Dust Bowl, backed with the gorgeous flaming spires of Zion National Park. It always struck me as a weird juxtaposition, because those houses would’ve been nice to live in, with those views. Maybe I always wished I could live there, instead of the colonial style project where I’d grown up. Room after room built one upon the other like a train to accommodate all the children. And of course none of us had a room of our own. God forbid.
    When I took the money from the client, he handed me a business card. Guys did that all the time—as if pretending we’d just had a simple business transaction. But then he said something weird as I was exiting.
    “I bid thee farewell.”
    It struck me as weird, but I was halfway out the door. I took a second look at him, wondering briefly if maybe he knew me from somewhere, if he was a repeat client. Nope. Just your average middle-aged polygamist hypocrite who wanted a long fat cock down his throat on the side.
    I was a couple exits down the highway on my custom Sportster, still thinking about the sultry nurse, when it struck me. Literally, an image from my way-distant past hit me like a lightning bolt. It was such a strong jolt, I was lucky I didn’t jerk the handlebars and park my scoot horizontally. I had the presence of mind to pull off at the next exit, stopping on the dark side of a fluorescent gas station.
    I bid thee farewell . That’s what that whackamole goon, Allred Lee Chiles, had said to me before shoving me into the bed of a pickup and watching me drive off to my fate.
    I’d been dating the daughter of an elder. I was always very careful with Zelpha Pratt, having been taught that girls were snakes, ready to