‘Here, there. There, here,’ Shep repeated.
Behind the house, Vonetta put down the kickstand. She climbed off the Harley.
‘No here. No there. Herethere,’ Shep said, making a single noun from two. ‘Herethere.’
They were actually conducting a conversation. Dylan had only the dimmest understanding of what Shepherd might be trying to tell him; however, for once he felt certain that his brother was listening to him and that what Shep said was in direct response to the questions that were asked.
With this in mind, Dylan sprang to the most important question pending: ‘Shep, do you remember the movie The Fly?’
Head still lowered, Shep nodded. ‘The Fly. Released to theaters in 1958. Running time – ninety-four minutes.’
‘That’s not important, Shep. Trivia isn’t what I’m after. What I want to know is do you remember what happened to the scientist?’
Far below them, standing beside the motorcycle, Vonetta Beesley took off her crash helmet.
‘The cast included Mr. David Hedison as the scientist. Miss Patricia Owens, Mr. Vincent Price—’
‘Shep, don’t do this.’
‘—and Mr. Herbert Marshall. Directed by Mr. Kurt Neumann who also directed Tarzan and the Leopard Woman—’
Here was the kind of conversation that Dylan called Shepspeak. If you were willing to participate, involving yourself in patient give-and-take, you could spend an entertaining half-hour together before you reached data overload. Shep had memorized prodigious quantities of arcane information about subjects that were of particular interest to him, and sometimes he enjoyed sharing it.
‘—Son of Ali Baba, Return of the Vampire—’
Vonetta hung her helmet from the handlebars of the bike, peered up at the hawk that circled to the east of her, and then spotted Shep and Dylan high on the hill.
‘—It Happened in New Orleans, Mohawk, and Rocketship X-M among others.’
‘Shep, listen, let’s get back to the scientist. You remember the scientist got into a teleportation booth—’
‘The Fly was remade as The Fly in 1986.’
‘—and there was a fly in the booth too—’
‘Running time of this remade version—’
‘—but the scientist didn’t know—’
‘—is one hundred minutes.’
‘—it was there with him.’
‘Directed by Mr. David Cronenberg,’ said Shepherd. ‘Starring Mr. Jeff Goldblum—’
Standing down there beside her big motorcycle, Vonetta waved at them.
‘—Miss Geena Davis, and Mr. John Getz.’
Dylan didn’t know whether or not he should wave at Vonetta. From this distance, she couldn’t possibly know who he and Shep were, but if he gave her too much to work with, she might recognize him by his body language.
‘Other films directed by Mr. David Cronenberg include The Dead Zone, which was good, a scary but good movie, Shep liked The Dead Zone—’
Vonetta might be able to see the suggestion of a third person on the hilltop – Jilly – but she wouldn’t be able to discern enough of the gateway to understand the full strangeness of the situation up here.
‘—The Brood and They Came from Within. Shep didn’t like those cause they were too bloody, they were full of sloppy stuff. Shep doesn’t ever want to see those again. None of that stuff anymore. Not again. None of that stuff.’
Deciding that to wave at the woman might be to encourage her to come up the hill for a visit, Dylan pretended not to see her. ‘Nobody is going to make you watch another Cronenberg movie,’ he assured his brother. ‘I just want you to think about how the scientist and the fly got all mixed up.’
‘Teleportation.’
Apparently suspicious, Vonetta put on her helmet.
‘Teleportation!’ Dylan agreed. ‘Yes, that’s exactly right. The fly and the scientist teleported together, and they got mixed up.’
Still addressing the ground at his feet, Shepherd said, ‘The 1986 remake was too icky,’
‘You’re right, it was.’
‘Gooey scenes. Bloody scenes. Shep doesn’t like gooey-bloody scenes.’
The housekeeper mounted her Harley once more.
‘The first version wasn’t gooey-bloody,’ Dylan reminded his brother. ‘But the important question is—’
‘Nine minutes in the shower is just right,’ said Shepherd, unexpectedly harking back to Dylan’s critical tirade.
‘I suppose it is. Yes, I’m sure it is. Nine minutes. You’re absolutely right. Now—’
‘Nine minutes. One minute for each arm. One minute for each leg. One minute—’