Chapter 34 Chet
CHET
Her Highness and Dr. O’Rourke embrace again, and the four of us leave the room, locking the door upon our departure, leaving His Majesty’s body behind. I assume they will come and collect him later.
I don’t give a fig either way.
“How did you get here, Chet?” Her Highness asks.
I blink several times. “I got a ride.”
“So you’ll need to come in my car,” she says, her voice quivering slightly.
“I suppose I shall.”
“I’ll drive,” Dr. O’Rourke says. “You can sit in the back with Vanya.”
“My legs are quite long, like rivers,” I say.
“I don’t give a fuck. I’m not putting you in the back with my girlfriend.” Dr. O’Rourke glares at me. “Take it or leave it.”
I grin. “Take it.”
They are always so unpleasant to me, despite the fact that I hold their fates in the palm of my hand.
But I won’t provoke them. I will allow them to think they wield their own wheel of fortune.
The three of them go to Her Highness’s car, a silver vehicle with headlights resembling cat eyes. They set my soul at ease. It is as if they are the eyes of the Egyptian goddess Bast, beckoning me toward Paradise.
“One moment,” I say. “I need to tie my shoe.”
They ignore me.
They always ignore me.
I reach into my pocket, remove my cellular telephone. It’s a newer model, the main one I use when I’m in contact with Her Majesty.
I don’t like text messaging—it is so informal—but this will have to do.
I type in Her Majesty’s number, and then a short message.
My Queen—they are on their way.