Lilith by Paul Kidd

Author:Paul Kidd [Kidd, Paul]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-02-06T05:00:00+00:00

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“Jay-man!”

“Dee-ster! You phoned at last! How doing?”

“Oh - pretty cool, actually.” Sitting on a hard bed in a tiny room that overlooked Rome’s Piazza de Republica fountain, David felt tired, worn and happy. “Rome’s the most righteous city on earth, man! Christ - you should see this place! I haven’t stopped drawing since we arrived. Great food, great skies - and every side street has pyramids or a thousand terracotta warriors.”

The phone was heavy, old and black - probably installed just after Mussolini came to power. “Carol’s happy. She cruises the place like she was born here. You know she speaks Italian?”

“Dude, I think she must have been one of those power babies - you know, with the pictures and stuff? Either that or she escaped from some sort of secret military base.” Jason’s voice carried from the telephone clean across the little hotel room. “It’s part of a government plot to conquer the world by breeding warrior jailbait. I saw it on TV - I swear!”

“She’s not jailbait!”

“Keen! Succumbed at last, did she?” Jason seemed honestly happy. “She’ll be good for you, man. Hell - she was good for me!”

“No one likes you, Jason. I just called to tell you that.”

Hotel phone rates would be ferocious; David felt that strange, panicky sensation that always made one wonder why one called in the first place. “Anyway - just thought I’d tell you where the hell we are. The money’s lasting pretty well. Carol picked some guy’s pocket yesterday; he had my wallet and three hundred bucks American!”

“Freedom through petty theft!” Jason crowed like a drunken cockerel. “But hey! Can you make it to Paris in ten days time? I’m a star, man! The band’s got an international tour!”

“International?”

“Um - well, cross channel, anyway. It’s foreign! The concession stands are only allowed to sell sauerkraut and snails. Hell man - there may even be Belgians!”

“I say we nuke the site from orbit. It’s the only way to be sure.”

“Too true.” Jason’s English genes traced their way back to the same Britons who had cursed Roman cooking for putting garlic sauce on their dormice. “But grab Space-babe and get to Paris! We’ll hit a theme park, take a whiz off the Eiffel tower and then watch me rocket to stardom. This time - this time it’s gonna double my penis size for sure!

“That makes four inches!” David sat bolt upright in joy. “Cool - I’ll be there!”

“Meet you at the dreaded theme park at ten fifteen on Sunday morning. I’ll wait outside the gates for you.”

“Cool! I’ll be the one who’s naked and carry a blazing gerbil on a pole.” David reached out to break the connection. “Later, beef cakes!”

“Bye.”

Exhausted by the call, David flopped back onto the bed, almost hitting his head on the wall. The mattress seemed to be made half of gravel, and half of cut-price vinyl.

“Carol? Hey Carol - I think I just booked us into a theme park!”

“A what?”

“A theme park. You know - rides and roller

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