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I’m walking away and there’s this voice. the voice says:
“ah, you’re here.”
I ignore it. I’ve got my important thinking to do. but the voices pipes up again, a little louder:
“ah, you’re here.” now I’m a little riled, so I turn around and speak up.
“what do you mean by that,” I ask him, “that I’m here. of course I’m here. you wouldn’t be staring at me if I weren’t.
“I mean,” he says, “that I’ve been waiting for you.”
what? what’s the matter with this fool. “do you mean that you’ve just been fussing around in this clearing, waiting for any old someone to come along, or that you’ve been waiting for me?”
“you,” he smiles. “I’ve been waiting for you. I’ve known for a long time that you were coming, and I’ve been waiting for you, and now you’re here. tea?” and he holds up this china cup with a little saucer under it, and weird-looking flowers and creatures painted on it. I’m getting a flipping headache.
“but how could you know I was coming when I didn’t even know I was coming to this clearing until I came?” let the smarty-pants answer that one.
“I’ve simply known it. the same way anyone knows anything, really.”
“you knew I was coming, and you knew it for a long time. do you also know my name, or how old I am, or where I come from?”
“oh yes, I know all of those things. surely those things aren’t supposed to be secrets, are they? tea?”
“not so fast with the tea thing, buster. how did you know? my name, and all the rest. how?”
“the same way anyone…” he starts to say, but I interrupt him. I do this because I can see I’m not getting anywhere with my question. he just keeps saying the same nonsense, like some multi-colored parrot.
“fine, fine, I’ll have some tea.” maybe it will help my headache. I sit down in one of his dainty little chairs and change the subject. “that’s very nice incense you’re burning. does it have a name?”
“it’s called epiphany. I invented this blend myself. so glad you like it. it’s especially for you.”
oh brother. he knew I was coming, he knows my name, he blended incense just for me. hocus-pocus and airy-fairy and my head really hurts. he gives me the tea, and a little plate of sweeties that maybe are chinese.
I change the subject again. the tea and the sweets turn out to be gorgeous. “what was that song you were singing? I don’t think I’ve heard that one before.”
“of course you haven’t heard it before,” and he smiles this ever-so-sweet smile, “I made it just for you. would you like to hear the second verse?”
no, no, I don’t want to hear the stupid second verse. I didn’t even understand the first one. but I can’t say those things out loud and be that rude to someone I’ve just met for the first time, someone who gave me tea and treats. I can’t be that rude at the first meeting, even if he is bananas. so I tell him I’d like to hear it. off he goes:
O naany noony
the human race whines,
O naany noony
the human race pines.
they pine for their Zizas,
and they pine for their dough.
you could fill a whole ocean
with the things they don’t know.
“what do you think?” he’s quite serious. it seems important to him, what I think. I hate that brainless song, but what the heck can I say? “the song seems important to you.” I’m hoping he’ll say something sensible, like Yes.
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