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  “On that note, let me wish you a safe journey,” Rose replied. “Call me ok?”

  “Texting might be easier with you in class ALL THE TIME,” Greta shouted.

  Rose laughed and hung up.

  “That damn mother of hers, it is not going to be easy for me to break up with Rose when that day comes,” Greta said. “She simply cannot detach from her mother, and I want nothing to do with her.”

  “Your happiness is most important,” Valia replied.

  Greta turned onto Lake Shore Drive and headed towards the Museum Campus. She turned up the Neko Case song playing and sang along, “The most tender place in my heart is for strangers, I know it’s unkind but my own blood is much too dangerous, Hangin’ round the ceiling half the time, Hangin’ round the ceiling half the time.” Valia my dear, you will hear a lot of music by this artist on our trip east,” Greta giggled.

  It was another beautiful summer day. Greta decided to park in an underground garage a few blocks from the Museum. “I am going to wear you for this tour,” Greta giggled. “Well at least I’ll start out wearing you.” “That sounds so funny when I say it, wear you,” she laughed. Once again she placed Valia around her neck. Valia was facing her, arm on the back of the bench seat with her head leaning against her hand smiling at Greta.

  “Hello gorgeous,” Greta said. “Come on, let me show you off, even though no one will be able to see either of us.”

  They made their way out of the garage up to the ground level. “First a stroll through our Millennium Park,” Greta said. “It is nothing super special really, but it’s on the way.” The air smelled marvelous as they passed a large garden on the way. “Oh wow, look at all the plants,” Greta said. “Valia, how do I say hello to them?”

  “Just direct your thoughts at them.”

  Hello, Greta thought.

  No reply.

  Good afternoon gorgeous plant sisters, she tried again.

  Good afternoon sisters, came the reply from hundreds of different sounding plants all at once. It was more than Greta could bear at one time. She fell to the ground covering her ears with a reflex action to shield her from the overwhelming experience, which was pointless since she was only hearing it in her head.

  Valia helped her back to her feet.

  “I have never heard anything quite like that,” Greta said. “You simply have to teach me how to control that I can tell you,” she laughed.

  “I should have told you, but it is a harmless cautionary lesson for when you are wearing me,” Valia replied. “You must understand that you are not invulnerable when with me.”

  “Ok, I’m not Supergirl, got it.”

  As they continued moving through the park, Greta marveled at the beauty of the place. “You know, sometimes it takes having a visitor to discover the very place you live in,” she said. They approached perhaps the one thing the park is most famous for, the seamless giant mirror finish sculpture inspired by a drop of mercury. As they got closer, Greta looked at it in astonishment. “Honey I can see us in it,” she said.

  “Yes, only we can see us.”

  “We look pretty awesome together, and look how we stand out from the crowd, superstars obviously,” Greta laughed. They passed under its twelve-foot arch looking up at their reflections as they did. “You know, I would so adore making love to you under this,” she said. “It would be like having a mirrored ceiling.”

  “Visual stimulus is desirable in lovemaking,” Valia smiled.

  They strolled across the BP Bridge, a long winding bridge walkway over the busy traffic drive below. It was such a gorgeous day; Greta decided to pass on the Art Institute. Instead they kept stolling through the large downtown park, heading towards the two museums Greta thought Valia would find more interesting, being from another world. They walked and walked, pausing a few times for Greta to get practice communicating with the flowers that were growing everywhere in the park. “Practice makes perfect,” Greta laughed.

  A few short blocks away from the Field Museum campus, they came upon an exhibit of large globes created by hundreds of artists to bring attention to Global Warming. “You see my dear, we want to make a difference, but how? One after another, the commissioned works suggested ways to prevent further damage to the planet, as well as suggestions for healing it.

  “I cannot see into the future,” Valia said, “but I am certain you must implement change immediately to insure your survival.”

  “Valia, if I were to die, right now, would I be with you, I mean, would I still be able to see you and feel you?” Greta asked.

  “No.”

  When they finally reached the Field Museum they strolled past the ticket takers undetected. It was pretty crowded, so they had to do a little maneuvering to avoid bumping into tourists or having their children running around bump into them. Valia seemed to be most interested in the children all around the museum, as they moved from era to era in man’s history. “They are your future,” she said pointing at a group of children playing, “but you must want it badly enough.”

  Upon arriving at the ancient Egyptian part of the museum, the crowds were very thick, so they chose to bypass it to avoid detection. “Let’s get some fresh air,” Greta said, so Valia followed her out the doors and back into the open air. “You know, being in a place such as this, seeing how far we’ve come as a species, and how short a distance we may have left, I can’t help but wonder why everyone on this planet with half an ounce of brains isn’t screaming for any changes necessary to heal it.” Greta said.

  “The future is unwritten, everywhere.”

  “Tell me honey,” Greta said pulling Valia down on to a park bench beside her, “can you communicate with fish too?”

  “Yes.”

  “Oh well, it’s time for underwater Heartbreak Hotel I guess,” as she stood up pulling Valia with her. “We didn’t make it back to the zoo, so I guess I’ll give you the next best thing.” They turned up the walkway leading to the Aquarium. “I have to take a pee anyway,” Greta laughed.

  Once inside, Greta immediately headed to the ladies room to relieve herself. When she came out of the stall Valia was staring at herself in a mirror. “I promise I will not shower you with all the bad news,” she said glancing at Greta in the mirror. She turned and led the way out of the bathroom and into the museum. She seemed fascinated by what she was seeing. Greta certainly knew that each time she had visited this museum she was blown away by something.

  As promised, Valia did not break the bad news she must have been hearing from the life in the tanks. It was not until she got to a display of tiny beautifully colored fish from Coral Reefs, did she finally speak. “They tell me that the oceans are so polluted, they would rather be here.”

  “Then we had better avoid the whales,” Greta giggled.

  “Oh, they hate it here, and are convinced that long after humanity is gone, they will still be roaming free.”

  “I can’t believe how fast this day went by, come on darling, they are going to be closing soon,” Greta said. They left the museum and once again stepped out into the fresh summer air. “Whenever I leave a museum I am so happy to be outside.” “I am getting hungry, what would you like for dinner?” Greta giggled.

  “Pizza,” Valia replied with a laugh.

  “Oh, my feet are aching, and such a long walk back to the car,” Greta moaned. “We’d better get started.”

  “Greta, come here and wrap your arms around me tightly,” Valia said.

  “Sure honey, but we could find a place a little less crowded with no problem.”

  “Now I want you to close your eyes and visualize your car where it is parked,” Valia said once they had their arms wrapped around each other.

  Greta did as she asked. Her body tingled all over, while feeling a wash of hot air encompass her.

  “Now open your eyes,” Valia said.

  When she did, they were both standing next to Greta’s car. “Now that I would love to learn,” Greta shrieked. “Can we get to New Yo
rk that way?”

  “It is MIRAK, and only safe for you for a short distance for now,” Valia replied.

  “Come on,” Greta said, “let’s get out of this garage, it smells like peepee.”

  “Peepee?” Valia asked.

  “Yep,” Greta laughed before removing Valia and returning her to the comfortable pouch between her thighs.

  Once out of the garage, Greta ordered a pizza over the phone to be delivered at her place in an hour. “You simply must sample one of our deep dish pizzas,” Greta laughed.

  When she arrived back at home, Greta had six messages on her answering machine from friends who did not have her cel phone number, all heading to the protest in D.C. The pizza arrived shortly after she did. She returned Valia around her neck until she finished eating then thought it best to tuck her away for the evening, since she did not know when her mother would return.

  “I plan on leaving bright and early in the morning,” she said before starting to pack all that she would need for a weeklong trip. “I bet you’re glad you don’t have to pack.”

  “Actually, I am not.”

  “Sorry, I keep forgetting, you seem so alive when I am wearing you.”

  Greta set an alarm and stretched out on the couch with the television on. She was sleeping when her mother came home. Marlene turned off the television and the light before retiring to her room.

  Chapter 10

  Mile Marker 266

  In the morning Greta woke to the sound of the television at nine a.m. She had missed the five a.m. alarm she set in her bedroom. “Oh well, so much for an early start,” she moaned softly. Marlene was already at work. There was a note under the television remote asking her to be careful and keep her posted as to her whereabouts. “Ok mommy,” she smiled. She went into the kitchen and put on a small pot of coffee.

  “I had hoped to be on the road for hours by now,” Greta said.

  “You needed the rest before a long journey,” Valia replied.

  Greta went to her mother’s computer and printed driving directions from Chicago to New York, From New York to D.C., and from D.C. to Carbondale. She then printed out the tour dates and locations for Sissy and her band. “I simply can’t start my day without a shower, are you up for one?” Greta asked.

  “Always.”

  Following what had become the routine of a passionate morning shower, Greta had a first cup of coffee with Valia watching the news and weather. She traveled to different points of the house, then back to her bags gathering last minute items she might need for the trip. She ate a bowl of Cheerios and finished a second cup of coffee.

  “Valia, have I told you I love you yet today?” Greta asked.

  “Everything you do tells me that?”

  “I think I have everything I need, that is until I am 300 miles away and think of what I forgot to pack,” Greta laughed. She checked to insure the doors and windows were locked, picked up her bags and slowly moved out the back door to the garage. “I always bring too much shit,” she laughed.

  Once she was on the road, she called Abigail to make sure she made it back to school in time for class. She did. She then stopped to fill up her tank before hitting the interstate. Greta then took out a roll of tape and taped the driving instructions to the dashboard. “Valia darling, I am making you my navigator,” Greta said. “If you can get here from another world in the cosmos, you can certainly tell me what to do once I hit I-90,” she laughed.

  My pleasure.

  The traffic was so heavy it took nearly an hour to get to I-90. Greta reached into the glove compartment for a new c.d. to play. “You know, it doesn’t feel like a Monday to me, how about you?’

  Feel like a Monday? Valia asked.

  “It is the feeling of pain and despair at having to start the working week again after having two days of the weekend to yourself,” Greta said. “That is if you’re lucky and don’t have to work on weekends.”

  On my world it is called Musti, Valia replied.

  “Sounds like it begins with an M so that’s close enough for me.”

  Greta had never driven east before. With her tunes playing which always seemed to set a positive mood, she and Valia took in the passing sights both as strangers and tourists. It was refreshing for Greta to hear Valia laugh. “You see the strangest things traveling on an Interstate sometimes,” Greta laughed. “How do you travel on your world?”

  Most of our transportation methods are bio-solar and fly, Valia replied.

  “I just can’t imagine human drivers flying through the air, crashing into office buildings and each other,” Greta laughed.

  At one point in time, piloting a vehicle such as this would have seemed difficult or impossible, Valia replied. Your’s is a species with so much potential, but it is currently locked in an extremely self-destructive time of greed.

  As they crossed the border into Ohio, a song by Sissy came on. “What do you think of this song?” Greta asked. “It is one of Sissy’s.”

  Valia listened for a bit and answered, It is primal and seductive.

  “Oh I am going to have to remember that,” Greta laughed. “I wish there was some way my friends could meet you.”

  There is, but it would not be advisable.

  Greta took a short detour off the Interstate stopping in Toledo. “There has got to be a Starbucks here,” she giggled. After asking directions from a few drivers at stoplights, she finally found one in a tiny strip mall. “If I had to travel this far every time I wanted a latte, I probably would.” She ordered two of them as usual, extra shots and extra hot. Driving back to the Interstate she stopped to fill the tank and in no time she was heading east again.

  “Valia, what is the closest drink you have to this on your world, you know something with a kick?”

  That would be Machti, it most definitely has a kick as you put it, Valia replied.

  It was nearly five p.m. when they started nearing the Ohio-Pennsylvania border so Greta chose to stop in Youngstown to grab a bite to eat. “Valia, what I am about to eat may gross you out, but it is usually safe to eat at fast food chains when traveling,” Greta laughed. “At least they are consistent.” She pulled into the golden arches, ordered a Big Mac, fries and a coke, and ate in the car.

  “Do you have anything like this on your world?” Greta asked.

  Most of the vehicles on my world can create a meal for you, so there is no real need for fast food chains as you put it.

  When she finished eating, she went inside to use the bathroom before she once again was on the Interstate heading east. “Set a course for New York,” Greta laughed trying to give her best imitation of Captain Picard on Star Trek.

  Just keep driving on this road until you have to pee, or eat again, Valia laughed.

  “Make it so,” Greta replied before turning up the music.

  They drove for hours laughing, singing and enjoying the ride. “Sunsets are so romantic, don’t you think?” Greta asked as the sun began to set behind them.

  They are considered such on our world as well.

  Greta pulled over on the shoulder. She reached between her thighs and touched Valia with her hand. “I just wanted to see your face in this light,” she said before kissing her deeply. As quickly as she appeared, her image vanished as Greta released her and pulled back on to the highway.

  It was shortly after eleven when she pulled off the highway to find a bathroom and some water. “How could I have forgotten to bring water?” she asked.

  She stopped at a rather quiet looking snack and gasoline stop, asked to use the bathroom which required a key, purchased three liter bottles of water, and returned to the car. She took her time opening a bottle and took a long sip. As she was screwing the cap back on, a car pulled into the lot with its lights out. Greta watched as two men in their twenties got out of the car and walked into the store. Just as they entered, Greta started her car, turned on the headlights which lit up the two entering the store, and pulled away heading back towards the Interstate.


  “That bitch got a good look at us,” the short stocky guy said to the other quietly. They quickly went through the motions of robbing the store at gunpoint, shooting the store attendant when he tried to pull a gun as they turned to run out. Once in their vehicle, they peeled out of the lot and sped off in the direction Greta was driving.

  “Did you have to shoot the fucker in the chest?” the tall guy asked.

  “We need to find the bitch that saw us,” the short one said as he reached in the back seat for a blue baseball style cap. “I am guessing she is heading east from the looks of that car she is driving. I can’t risk having her identify us, that would make me a three time loser.”

  “Honey, I think I am going to find a place to call it a night shortly,” Greta said. “My ass is sore, my eyes are burning, I’m getting highway hypnosis from the lines,” she started laughing. “The rare vehicle coming towards me or going my way is blinding me with their lights, and I am horny.”

  You don’t have to try and convince me, use your best judgment and find a place to rest. Valia giggled.

  Greta thought nothing of the lights in her rear view mirror. She reached for her bottle of water, opened it and took another gulp. Screwing the cap back on she noticed that the pair of headlights that moments ago seemed distant, were very close. “This guy sure is in a hurry,” she said as the car slowed to remain behind them. “Maybe it’s a cop,” Greta said. “I had better be Little Miss Perfect Driver,” taking note that she had just passed mile marker 265.

  As the car got into the left lane and started to pass them, Greta noticed that it was the Mustang she had seen in the snack stop parking lot. When they pulled alongside, Greta saw that the guy sitting in the passenger seat staring at her was wearing a blue baseball cap. “What is it about fucking guys in baseball caps that always try to ruin my day?” she asked.

  Valia sensed the bullet before it ignited and left the chamber. Greta was pinned to the front seat as the Pontiac took off as if propelled by a rocket. They were moving so fast, Greta could only see a wobbling pair of lights in her side mirror disappear behind them. What she did not see, was that the moment the bullet left the chamber of the pistol, the two guys in the car exploded into microscopic fragments of organic mush, their stolen car eventually rolling to a gentle stop between both sides of the Interstate.