From the Way the Liquor Bottles were Arranged
I’ve never managed a gas station, but- create an extraordinary hybrid
- a little squiggle, like a flourish
- “My brain is huge.”
- holding our hearts together
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From the way the liquor bottles were arranged (before I hurtled into them), I knew they’d been stacked by Jason. I’ve never managed a gas station, but my twin has, and he was very proud of the window displays he built from elaborate pyramids of various car maintenance fluids. Windshield washer fluid and STP should never be mixed, but in the hands of my brother, their bottles create an extraordinary hybrid architectural monument to the internal combustion engine, and these flasks of artisanal tequila and jugs of cheap vodka melded into a similar celebration of raw beauty. As I careened through them I felt in my chest a little squiggle, like a flourish of guilt at the destruction of such a glorious construct. I also felt a throbbing in my ears from the outrageous noise of all those bottles ricocheting around the airship’s corridor. Somehow, though, my cacophony had not alerted Zeus Pamplemousse to my approach. From around the corner I heard him say, “My brain is huge.” The way his voice resonated, I knew he was entering the chapel where my mother had so recently wed John. I ran faster, determined to interrupt whatever foul ceremony the Moon King had planned with my darling Tessa. I burst through the doors to see Zeus Pamplemousse standing at the altar with Tessa struggling in his arms. She was still bundled inside his black cape of highly flammable moon velvet. There were so many candles in the room, I was terrified. Zeus Pamplemousse said, “And thus, holding our hearts together like so…” He pulled Tessa against his barrel chest. “Through my powers as King of the Moon, I pronounce us married. Say the word, Tessa! Say the word! You are my wife and I command it!”
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