Not today. Today, Jettin” Jay was out for a stroll, through an Eastern garden. It wasn’t strictly accurate, his program, it had mixed elements in it: Right where he was at the moment stood a Japanese tea house with a little brook running past it. Just ahead was a Zen garden, three rocks in a bed of raked sand. But over to the left was a Shaolin temple, monks out front doing kung fu, and to the right, a second temple, straight out of Bangkok, with traditional Siamese dancers moving like snakes. The Taj Mahal was past that, and there were even some pyramids off a ways behind him. It was a veritable theme park of Eastern religious thought.
The sun shined brightly, the day was warm with a little breeze, and the smell of jasmine and sandalwood mixed with roses and musk.
Welcome to the land of the happy, nice people. Jay.
Your kind of place.
He smiled, walking slowly, not in the least bit of a hurry. What he wanted was here somewhere, but you know what? He would get to it when he got to it.
To be honest, he hadn’t exactly embraced the tenets of Buddhism. The eight fold this, or the four ways of that.
But there was an energy about what Saji did and how she related to it that he did find worth thinking about.
He’d never considered himself much of anything, other than a computer jock, but this go-with-the-flow stuff–that was Taoism rather than Buddhism, right?–well, here of late, it had a whole bunch of appeal.
Thank Sojan Rinpoche for that, along with her other, more earthy talents.
A bee flew past, buzzing, looking for pollen.
Ah, yes, what could be better than a stroll in the cosmic gardens-“Hey, Jay, you awake?” came the somewhat dissonant voice, intruding on his scenario.
Jay dropped out of VR, and was at once back in his office at Net Force. Standing in the doorway were two coworkers, Alan and Charlie.
“That door is supposed to be locked,” Jay said, mildly irritated.
“Yep, and if you hadn’t wanted somebody good enough to rascal the sucker, you’d have hired somebody other than us,” Charlie said. He waved his key card.
“You ought to change the codes every year or two.
Jay.” “Would that do any good?” “About as much good as me changing the codes on my bike did,” Alan said.
Jay laughed. He had broken into the comp on Alan’s fuel-cell scooter and programmed it so it wouldn’t go faster than nine miles an hour.
Well, that was the old Jay.
He was a new man these days. No more sophomoric games.
“C’mon, we’re going to Pud’s for burgers and beer.” Jay spoke without thinking.
“Nah, I’ll pass. I’m giving up eating flesh.” Both Alan and Charlie stared for maybe two seconds before they cracked up. They laughed. They laughed harder.
They fucking howled.
“Flesh? Flesh, you said? Ah, hahahaaa!” “Gee, Jay, we wouldn’t want you to kill and eat the waitress or anything. Flesh? Oh, yeah, I can hear that: “Excuse me, ma’am, could I get a flesh burger on an onion bun, and could you sprinkle it with a little ground-up human skull?” was “I dunno, Charlie, come to think of it, maybe we ought to skip Pud’s and go to that new place, you know. Cannibal Moe’s, instead. I hear they have a real good chicken fried thigh there.” “Nah, Alan, I think we should go to the new Donner’s Pass Pizza, and pick up a pizza with fingers and nipples.
Or maybe the spaghetti and eyeballs.” “Fuck off and die,” Jay said.
“You know what I mean.” The two men looked at each other and shook their heads in mock sadness.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Alan said.
“The man is in love. Next thing you know, he’s gonna be wearing a cowled robe to work and doing Gregorian chants up and down the halls.” “Yeah, and sprinkling rose petals everywhere and smiling at everybody like a fool.” “Go away,” Jay said.
They did, cackling down the hall as they went.
Well. That certainly went well, didn’t it?
Maybe you might want to be a little bit more low key in your conversion to vegetarianism, hmm?
Too late now. By tomorrow morning, this would be all over the building. He knew the jokes would be coming, and he had better recede his lock and his access, or his computer would be full of crap, too.
Still, he grinned. He could stand a little ribbing. He was, after all, the new, improved Jay Gridley, much more mellow than the old Jay had been. Much more.
Washington, D.c.
Toni came up from sleep all of a moment. She looked at the clock on the bedside table. Two a.m.” and she was wide awake, not a trace of drowsiness. Well, wasn’t that terrific?
What, she wondered, had awakened her? Another hormone-fueled dream she couldn’t remember?
She glanced at Alex, who slept soundly, tangled in the sheet and a couple of pillows.
Sometimes he snored, and that might do it, but while he was breathing deeply, he wasn’t making any noise to speak of.
She listened carefully, but the house was silent.
No footsteps skulking down the hall, no creaks of doors being stealthily opened. No feeling of intrusion.
Was it because she needed to go pee?
No, not really, she always needed to go pee these days, and the urge wasn’t particularly strong. She had fallen asleep plenty of times needing to go more than now. Still, as long as she was awake… She got up, went to the bathroom, did what she needed to do, and padded back to bed. Alex didn’t stir. You could come in and walk off with the place, and he wouldn’t wake up, he slept heavy. He had told her he hadn’t done that before they got married, but now that she was here, he could could relax. That amused and pleased her on one level; on another level, it was mildly irritating. So she had to be responsible for their safety after hours? Not that she wasn’t qualified, but still… She slipped carefully back into bed and began practicing her djurus mentally, going through them step by step in her mind’s eye, striving to capture all the details of each move. That usually would put her to sleep before she got very far along, but it wasn’t working tonight. She managed to go all the way through the eighteen on the right side” and was halfway through doing them on the left when the phone rang.
It managed less than half a cycle before Toni grabbed it.
“Hello?” “Toni? It’s me. Mama.” Toni felt her bowels and belly twist suddenly. Mama would never call at two in the morning unless somebody was seriously injured or dying.
“Is it Poppa?” “No, dear. Poppa’s fine. But I’m afraid it’s Mrs.
De Beers “Guru? What happened?” “She had a stroke. About fifteen minutes ago.” Toni glanced at the clock again. Exactly when she had awakened. Was this some weird coincidence, or were she and her elderly teacher psychically connected as Guru sometimes said?
“She’s on the way to the hospital,” Mama continued.
“When it happened, she managed to reach her medical alert button, and the paramedics and ambulances woke us all up. Poppa is going to the hospital with your brother.
I thought you’d want to know.” POINT OF IMPACT 69 Alex finally woke up.
“Toni?” She waved him quiet.
“Which hospital. Mama?” “Saint Agnes.” “Thanks for calling me. Mama. I’ll talk to you later.” She cradled the phone. Alex was sitting up.
“Who–?” “Guru had a stroke,” she said.
“How bad?” “I don’t know.” He nodded.
“I’ll drive you to the airport.” She blinked at him. Just like that, no question, he knew she was going.
“Thank you, Alex. I love you.” “I know. I love you, too. I’ll call and get you a flight while you get dressed.” Toni nodded, already up and headed for the shower.
Guru had been her teacher for more than fifteen years.
Toni had started learning the art of pentjak silat from the old lady when she was already past retirement age, and she was eighty-three now.
Guru was still built like a squat brick, but even so, she was not a young woman. A stroke.
Dear God.
She turned the shower control on and waited for the water to warm up. Was she supposed to fly in her condition?
Well, supposed to or not, she was going. Guru was like her own grandmother; whatever was happening to her, she wasn’t going to suffer through it alone.
Alex was mostly quiet during the drive to the airport, though he did offer to go with her.
“Nothing you can do to help,” she said.
“Not her. But I can be there for you.” She smiled at him.
“I knew there was a reason I married you.
Keep the home fires burning. I’ll call as soon as I know what’s happening.” It was hard to think about Guru dying. She had been so much a part of Toni’s day-to-day life from her early teenage years until she left for college. Every morning, they’d practice before Toni went off to school. Every afternoon, after she had done her homework, Toni would head across the street to the old woman’s place, and they would practice the Indonesian martial art for an hour or two.