Not possible, said Thomas. Thank God for the pornographic comic book. Sit there and read it. Sit there with your back against that rock. Thank the Lordfor what is given to you. Others have less. Here is a knapsack to place between your back and the rock. Here is a flashlight to read the pornographic comic book by. Edmund will bring your Ovaltine at ten. Count your blessings.
A lost or misplaced passport is a very serious matter. Many people are extremely careless with their passports especially older people.
She looked in her book.
"Hopefully" cannot be used in that way, grammatically, said Thomas.
Julie removes cigarette. Hand between legs.
Almost one, said Thomas.
One of Julies legs in the air.
Thomas stares at breasts, straining and craning.
Thomas makes sucking sounds.
The trees, said Julie, looks like rain.
What are you arranging? asked the Dead Father. Could it be an assignation?
Julie stands and then squats. Presenting greens to Thomass cabbage tree.
How much further?
Thomas handed the Dead Father the pornographic comic book.
If no rain, then the stars, said Thomas. If rain, then the trees.
We? Not we. Not in any sense we. Processes are killing you, not we. Inexorable processes.
Ghastly look of the Dead Father.
Thomas scratches nose with left hand, violating the agreement.
Cockalorum standing almost straight up but a bit of wavering.
Many people lose or carelessly misplace their passports, Thomas said. Ill take care of it for you.
The what?
Thomass mowdiwort at 90 degree angle (roughly) to Thomas.
What? asked Julie. What, dear old man, dont you like?
Happiness of Thomas. Happiness of Julie.
Almost there, Thomas said. A days journey, perhaps. Twenty-four hours at most. Julie began to cry.
Why? asked the Dead Father.
Thomas remains in Position A.
Very kind of you but not necessary.
Thornas began singing, in a good voice.
Thomas licks what there is to lick.
Slight movement of Julies stomach.
Nothing, said Julie. Nothing you should concern yourself about, dear old soul.
Thank you, said Thomas. You see? Its bent.
Only a little bent, said the Dead Father.
He is chewing the earth again, Julie observed. One would think he would tire of it.
I am surrounded by creepy murderous pedants! the Dead Father shouted. Unbearable!
Thomas staring at Julies face.
Julie stands and moves second finger between legs, gazing at Thomas.
Julie smokes looking at Thomas.
I have to have bed check for the men at ten oclock. What about eleven oclock?
By the way, he said, let me have your passport.
Movement of Julies buttocks, to the right, to the left, and so on.
Thomas remains in Position A, as per the agreement.
Are you suggesting Im becoming senile?
Thomas raises head, takes cigarette between lips. Two puffs.
The Dead Father flang himself to the ground.
Julie turns arsy-versy all cockalorum-kissing.
Thomas watching Julies hand.
Ten oclock.
Thomas lying on his back, cruciform.
Ill take care of it for you.
What time is it? asked Julie.
The Dead Father reached inside his cloak and produced a worn green passport.
Thomas stopped singing.
You are killing me.
Ive always been very careful with my passport.
Especially older people who are sometimes vague or forgetful, a concomitant of advancing age.
Julie attends to Thomass gadso, which is at a 90 degree angle (roughly) to Thomas.
Julies hand moving up and down between her legs.
No, said the Dead Father. I will not.
I dont want to be kept occupied, said the Dead Father. Children are kept occupied. I want to participate!
For thine, Thomas sang, in a good voice, is the kingdom, and the power, and the glo-ree, for-EVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVWVVVVVVVV-er. . .
Julie prowling the edges.
Various movements on Thomass part -- lurches, mostly.
Oh no, said Thomas. Not senile. Not for a moment. I just thought it might be better if I took care of your passport. We are crossing frontiers and all that. Let me have your passport.
Julies breasts dipping this way and that, as she sucks.
That is one I like, he said, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his golden robe.
The individuals passport is the property strictly speaking of the governing government and therefore should not be bent, even a little. A bent passport makes suspect the competence of the passport holder.
Inexorable inapplicable in my case, said the Dead Father. Hopefully.
Now now, he said, no outbursts. Read this. It will keep you occupied.
Julie back on her haunches with a hand between her legs.
Julie lies on one elbow twelve inches from Thomas and sips a whiskey. Hand between her legs.
Julie sucks.
Under the stars, said Thomas.
Thomas staring at her hand, at her buttocks, stomach muscles.
Julie offers fingertips to Thomas, who licks.
Thomas remains in Position A, so as not to violate the agreement.
You are safe, dear old man, you are safe, temporarily, in the mansuetude of our care, Julie said.
The Dead Father stopped chewing the earth.
Julie kissing underside of Thomass dipstick.
Inspection of passport in which sundry creases were seeable.
Eleven oclock, then, she said, writing a note in her book. Under the trees?
Pleasure of Thomas. Movement of Thomass hips.
Julie smokes with one hand (second finger) moving up and down between her legs.
Julie remaining just out of Thomass reach. Thomas cruciform, as per the agreement.
The mansuetude that is to say mild gentleness of our care.
Thomas staring at Julies hand.
Julie kisses Thomas on the mouth.
Various movements on Thomass part. Trying to see. Julie smokes. Offers cigarette to Thomas.
Julie licks.
I can take care of my own passport.
In-and-out of Julies stomach muscles. Hand between legs, eyes closed.
Julie attends to Thomass bag-of-tricks for a long time.
A short aria of three notes.
But I should have everything! Me! I! Myself! I am the Father! Mine! Always was and always will be! From whom all blessings flow! To whom all blessings flow! Forever and ever and ever and ever! Amen! Beatissime Pater!
The trees. The stars. Each tree behaving well, each star behaving well. Perfume of nightscent.
I think I can make eleven oclock. Let me look in my book.
Julie lights cigarette. Thomas remains in Position A. Julie smokes looking at Thomas.
Nine oclock?
Julie kneels astride Thomass right leg, and rubs. Again and again and again.
Or the hedge, said Julie. Wet and dripping. Mulchy.
Glistening in the hair between Julies legs.
Julie kisses inside of Thomass left leg.
Thomas remains in Position A. One of Julies legs waving in the air.
I dont like this, said the Dead Father.
I knew an old person once who lost or misplaced his passport, said Thomas. Stopped by the border police, at a certain border, he could not find or locate his passport. There he was at the border station, frantic, digging through his suitcases, patting himself on the chest, turning out his pockets, and then back into the baggage. The amused tolerance of the border guards turning into impatience, others waiting behind him in line, assorted loafers and jeerers loafing and jeering. Not to mention members of his own party nervously drumming fingertips on every available surface. The entire group was forced to turn back and return to point of origin, all because this old coot had thought himself able to take care of his own passport.
That is one I like, said the Dead Father, I have always liked that one.
Takes cabbage tree in hand. Use of cabbage tree as dildo.
Thomas remains in Position A.
And so on and so on and so on and so on.
Thomas watching Julies hand (neck craned to see).
