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  Rose always laughed at Greta’s logical approach to everything she did, even washing a car. “Top to bottom, front to back, it has always worked for me,” Greta told her once. She was a Virgo after all, and although she did not suffer severely from Virgo traits, she certainly had them. “It isn’t easy being analytical and logical and right all the time,” she once told a professor. He was not impressed; she still just got a C for a final grade.

  She continued to sing as she wiped down the front bucket seats, “Automobile in America, Chromium steel in America, Wire-spoke wheel in America, Very big deal in America!” Before beginning the back seat, which was where everything landed in her car to be sorted out at some future point in time like this morning, Greta decided she needed something cool to drink. She draped the wet towel over the car door, looked at the mess that was her back seat, and walked over to the soft drink machine. On the way over, she heard another wolf whistle, but this one sounded like it came from where her car was parked. She turned and saw no one there. “This summer heat is making me delirious,” she said as she slid some coins into the machine and pushed the button for a 7-up.

  The phone in her pocket rang, “Sweet dreams are made of this.” Looking at the caller i.d. she could see that it was Rose. In a deep, guttural voice she answered, “Car wash, whattaya want?”

  “Oh no, is it a bad time for me to call?” Rose asked.

  “Not at all darling, I am here with Rita Moreno and Natalie Wood giving the car a thorough cleaning,” Greta replied. “We’re almost naked, and very wet, and nowhere near being finished”

  “That’s nice my dear, let’s do lunch on me.”

  “You bet your sweet dreaming gorgeous ass it’s on you,” Greta laughed. “Meet me upstairs by the large televisions in the Student Center, ok?”

  “I am sorry you broke up, did you say eat you upstairs by the large televisions in the Student Center?” Rose asked. “Absolutely, eat you at two.”

  Greta leaned against her car and took a drink of her pop. She placed the can on the ground and opened the door, noticing that the back seat looked different than it had before she walked over to the vending machine. The blanket was folded neatly and resting in the corner behind the shotgun seat. The mess of items strewn about the floor had been arranged neatly on the floor behind the drivers seat. She looked around to see if anyone else was around hiding somewhere, even looking under the car. There was no one around that she could see.

  “That wolf whistle,” she said to herself, as she even went so far as to open the trunk to make sure no one was in it. There wasn’t.

  “I feel pretty, Oh so pretty, I feel pretty and witty and gay, And I pity, Any girl who isn’t me today,” she started singing slowly and quietly, looking extremely puzzled. I will throw all of it in the trunk, she thought as she moved everything from the floor behind her seat and placed it in a box in her trunk. She continued singing, “I feel dizzy, I feel sunny, I feel fizzy and funny and fine, And so pretty, Miss America can just resign,” reached down and grabbed the blanket. When she did, Greta noticed something bright and shiny fall slowly from its folds as if floating, coming to a soft landing in an upright position on the back seat. It was shaped like a long thin triangle with soft slightly serrated edges, almost like an arrowhead.

  Greta stared at the object all starry eyed when her phone rang. “Sweet dreams are made of.” “Yes,” she answered.

  “Yes, yes what?” Rose asked.

  “Yes, oh what, hi, what’s up?” Greta replied.

  “Are you ok, you sound a little out of it?” Rose asked.

  “Yes, I’m ok, just about out of here, back seat was a real mess.”

  “Would you mind bringing your Office disc with so I can install it over lunch?” Rose asked. “I just found out I have to do a paper.”

  “Sure darlin’,” Greta answered, “see you at two,” and hung up the phone.

  She climbed into the back seat, still holding the folded blanket, placing it on the floor behind the passenger seat. The shiny object still rested on the back seat, still in an upright position.

  You would think that would have tipped over and fallen down when I sat on this seat, Greta thought to herself. She leaned over to take a closer look at it before touching it. “That almost looks like a faint female form imbedded in the metal,” she whispered to herself before picking the object up and placing it in her left palm. When she did a tingling sensation passed through her entire body.

  She sat there examining the object wondering what it could be. “Hmm, this would make a nice ear ring,” she said to herself.

  In the time she had been sitting in the back seat examining the object with her driver side door wide open, a pickup truck pulled out of one of the stalls, parking next to Greta’s car.

  “Who the hell leaves a car like this sitting around unattended?” the taller guy wearing a blue baseball cap asked.

  “Yeah and clean with the key in the ignition,” his partner said after walking over to her car and leaning over to look inside.

  “Hey, get your grimy paws off my car,” Greta shouted.

  The guy looked around with a startled expression on his face. “Who the fuck was that?” he asked, turning to walk back to the truck.

  “Is there someone under the car?” the tall guy asked. He walked over to the car and squatted down to see if anyone was under it.

  “Nothing, what was that?” “Do you see anyone?”

  Greta looked at them with a puzzled look on her face, and began wondering if someone put them up to this.

  “Fuck it, there’s no one around, let’s take it,” the tall one said. “You drive my truck, I’ll drive this one.”

  Greta was about to shout “Li,” when she stopped as if frozen by a voice in her brain. Think it, the voice said.

  Somehow, Greta seemed to understand and thought, Like fuck you will, the both of you can go fuck yourselves right there in the back of your pickup truck.

  When she did the tall guy in the baseball cap closed the passenger door gently before turning to walk back over to his truck. He took his friend by the hand and kissed him before the both of them got into the back of the pickup. They began feverishly removing each other’s clothes until the both of them were completely naked, then began passionately fucking each other. They seemed oblivious to the shouts and car horns from shocked passersby.

  Greta could not keep from laughing out loud. She hopped into the front seat, closed the door and started the engine before placing the object she was holding in a pouch inside her purse. She pulled away wondering just what happened and headed towards her apartment.

  The car moved slowly down the tree-lined streets en route to her apartment. She parked on the street right outside, grabbed her handbag and went up to her apartment. When she walked inside the outer door, her downstairs neighbor Abigail popped out of the door leading to her own apartment. The sounds of a pinball machine being played by one of her roommates could be heard when she did.

  “Hello Greta, what a pleashure to run into you,” she said. “I haven’t sheen you in a while, but I gotta run caushe I’m late for clash.”

  Greta knew that as much of a straight A student Abigail was, she would never be late for class. “Hiya Abigail, nice dress you have on,” Greta replied. Greta always felt herself trying to boost Abigail’s ego since she was very self-conscious about her lisp.

  “Do you really like it,” Abigail asked. “Hawell, thanksh.”

  “I’m running late too, been quite a morning,” Greta said before unlocking the inner door leading to the stairway up to her apartment.

  “Shee you around Greta,” Abigail said before heading out the door.

  Once upstairs she plopped down on her purple velour couch placing her handbag next to her. She sat there staring up at the ceiling fan spinning around on the high ceiling. “What was that all about today?” she asked herself. She started giggling at the image of those two guys in the back of their pickup truck. Is there any way that I really had
something to do with that? she thought to herself.

  You made it happen, a voice said, the same voice that earlier had told her to think it.

  She reached over for her bag and removed the pouch she had placed the object in. “Lets have a better look at you over by the window,” she said. Her kitchen had a southern exposure, so the midday sun was shining brightly through it. She held the object up to the sunlight, before noticing her friend Clarissa walking by outside.

  “Hey Clarissa, love your shoes,” she shouted waving at her.

  Clarissa stopped looked up, and just kept going.

  Greta put the object she was holding on the window ledge, opened the window a bit wider and shouted again. “Yoo hoo, Clarissa.”

  “Oh, there you are, hi Greta,” Clarissa replied. “Hey are you going to the wedding this weekend?”

  “Planning on it, taking a train, make sure you call me before you head up there ok?”

  “I will, you know a train would be a nice change of pace,” she said before turning right at the corner to head to campus.

  She couldn’t see you, the voice in her head said.

  “She couldn’t see me?” she asked before reaching down to pick up the object. The voice in her head was starting to freak her out a little.

  “You cannot be seen when you are holding me,” the voice said, “and you cannot see me if you are not,” the voice continued, but shifted to the tall figure standing in the corner by her stereo.

  Greta was so startled she dropped the object gasping for air. When she did the figure in the corner disappeared. Her hand was shaking as she leaned back to grab the counter separating the living room from the kitchen. “Oh, now I am losing it,” she said to herself.

  Oh, whatever you do, please do not lose me, the voice continued. Please pick me up.

  “Please pick me up?” she whispered to herself. It had to be the object that she found. Nothing like this had happened before she found it. She glanced over at the clock in the kitchen. It was nearly one o’clock. “Oh my, I am going to be late meeting Rose,” she said before heading into the bathroom and turning on the shower. She sat on the toilet to take a pee letting her shorts drop to the floor, and removed her top in midstream.

  Greta hopped in the shower and stood under the stream of water letting it wash off the morning. She washed her hair and lathered up with a perfumed body wash. As she wiped the lather around herself, her hands began moving as if guided by someone else. She was in a hurry, yet her hands seemed to be exploring her lathered body. She found herself not wanting to resist. It was as if she were discovering her body for the first time. It finally subsided and she rinsed off. “What a tease,” she said to herself before turning the shower off and stepping out to dry off. She shook her damp hair out and walked out of the bathroom stopping to glance at the object still on the floor before going to her bedroom and putting on a fresh pair of cut off jeans and a bright red tank top.

  Her phone rang. “Honey I may be a few minutes late so there is no need to rush as you undoubtedly are right about now, not wanting to be late.”

  “You know me so well,” Greta laughed. “Thanks for the call, now I can calm down, see you in a bit.”

  She turned the phone off and put it in her front pocket before sitting down on the couch. The sun coming in through the window made the object on the floor reflect on the ceiling above her. A face, that looks like a face, she thought looking up at the reflection.

  It is my face, the voice replied.

  “And who are you?” Greta asked.

  Please pick me up and I will show you.

  Greta walked over to the object on the floor and hesitated before looking around to see if anyone else was in the room. I bet I am looking as foolish as those two guys did earlier, she thought.

  There is no danger, do not be afraid.

  She took a deep breath and bent over to pick up the object. When she stood up, the tall figure was standing right next to her. Greta screamed with surprise falling back on to the couch. With the object still in her hands she sat there a moment looking over the figure smiling back at her.

  “What, or should I say who are you?” Greta asked.

  “My real name cannot be spoken in your language,” the figure said. “You may call me Valia.”

  “I just have this funny feeling that your presence has to do with that bizarre light show last night,” Greta said before placing the object on the couch next to her. When she did the figure disappeared. “And you cannot see me if you are not,” she thought reflecting on what the voice had said earlier.

  “That is correct, pick me up.”

  Greta did just that, and when she did the figure reappeared sitting across from her in a chair.

  “You said ‘pick me up,’ is this you I am holding in my hands?” Greta asked.

  “What you are holding is me, theoretically.” Valia replied. “The light show you spoke of last night was the destruction of my ship and the body that was once me. What you are holding is an organic piece of my ship that I was able to transfer my life force to prior to our physical destruction. What you see before you when holding me,” Valia continued, “is what you would call a ghost.”

  “I am sorry, really,” Greta replied. “But if you are a ghost, and I am holding you, what is the purpose of the object I am holding?”

  “Others from my world will come to collect the force that was me when they find it,” Valia said.

  “Why is it that those two guys earlier, and my friend Clarissa could not see me when I was holding you?”

  “My life force that you hold in your hands is powerful to your species.” “It merges with you when holding it which is why you can see me when you do, and other members of your species cannot see you.”

  “And when I don’t hold you I cannot see you?” “And what about thinking something to happen and it did?”

  “When you are one with me, you can prompt other members of your species to do what you want them to do by willing it to happen,” Valia replied.

  “So when I am holding you I can make any member of my species do what I wish by thinking it, and I am invisible?” Greta asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Was that you in the shower with me earlier?” Greta smiled.

  “Yes.”

  “Are you a female of your species?”

  “Yes.”

  Greta laughed. “Oh my, look at the time, I am going to be late after all,” she said jumping up and walking over to her sandals.

  Valia moved towards the doorway to the stairs, almost seeming to float as she walked.

  “Tell me Valia, can I wear you and achieve the same effect as holding you?” Greta asked.

  “Wear me?”

  “Yes, you know like on a necklace.” Greta replied.

  “Yes.”

  She grabbed her bag and put Valia back into the pouch then into her purse before heading down the stairs and out the front door.

  “Valia, can we communicate without me holding you?”

  Yes.

  Greta started her car and headed to campus. When she neared the car wash she had left earlier, there was such a large crowd gathered she nearly had to come to a complete stop to get by. As she did, she looked out her window to see that the chanting crowd was cheering on the two guys still fucking each other in the back of the pickup truck.

  “Oh my gosh,” Greta laughed. She reached over to her purse and into her bag wrapping her hand around Valia. Enough is enough, would you stop fucking each other already? she thought.

  Instantly the shorter of the two guys stopped pumping his partner still wearing his blue hat. They looked at the huge crowd gathered in disbelief before scrambling to pick up their clothes and get dressed. There were far too many people in the car wash lot for them to drive away, as the chant for “More, more more,” continued from the crowd.

  Greta just giggled and slowly drove through the crowd towards campus.

  “Tell me Valia, is this your first visit to our planet?�
�� Greta asked.

  It was my first time visiting your world, but my species has been visiting for thousands of your years.

  “I am going to meet my friend Rose for lunch, I hope you don’t find us too much of a bore.”

  I don’t see how anyone could ever find you boring, Valia replied.

  Greta parked the car in the lot in front of the Student Center and strolled through the front door. The wash of air conditioning felt great on this rather warm summer day. “Valia, could I have fun when holding you?” Greta asked.

  Fun while holding me?

  “Yes, no one will get hurt, I just wanted to surprise Rose.”

  Fun is allowed.

  Do you know where you are? Greta thought.

  Yes, this is a place of recreation at one of your institutions of higher learning. Valia replied.

  Greta walked down the wide halls of the Student Center. This was the summer term so the crowds were not so large that you needed to walk in a zigzag pattern to dodge everyone. She turned left at the first intersection of walkways.

  “Greta, hello,” Jamina said as they approached. She was walking with her friend Christine. Jamina was a post op transsexual female and Christine was working her way there. Greta had been in a class with Jamina every semester she had been in school.

  “Jamina darling, how are you?” Greta smiled as they gave each other a hug. “Hello Christine.”

  “Hello Greta,’ Christine replied.

  “What you been up to?” Jamina asked.

  “Oh, washing my car, taking a shower, coming to lunch,” Greta giggled. “I am meeting Rose for lunch.”

  “You sure do keep your car clean.”

  “Yes and there was this bizarre disturbance there,” Greta grinned. “I am sure it will make the papers since I saw Steve from the Daily Egyptian there.”

  “Really, what kind of disturbance?”

  “It was the craziest scene, but these two guys just took off all their clothes, except for one who kept his cap on, and got up into the back of their pickup truck and started fucking.”