Minos. Burt Weissbourd

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      Abe listened carefully, spellbound. “Who was Peirithous?” he eventually asked.

      “Peirithous was king of the Lapiths. He was a brave king, but rash. He became Theseus’ good friend, his honorary twin.”

      “Theseus, it seems, is a good friend to have.”

      “Yes and no. Theseus’ friends often die.” She nodded, a fact.

      “Go on,” was all he said.

      “Theseus’ horseman, his charioteer, they say he was murdered on the Isthmus Road. Sciron forced him to wash his feet, then kicked him off a cliff, into the sea, where he was devoured by a monstrous green turtle. Later Theseus killed Sciron—he threw him from that same cliff, serving him as he served others.’”

      Abe just nodded. She was so specific. In the world of the Beast, there were rules and harsh consequences. He made a decision. “Sara, I’d like to help you reach Theseus. I’d like to help you fight the Beast. Think about how I can help. I’ll follow your lead.”

      “Mister, this isn’t like dancing.” She shook her head. “I guess our time is up, huh?” And frowning, she left.

      ***

      Not so pretty now, are you? Minos was thinking, remembering how Snapper had looked when the drug took hold and caused him to fall and crack his head on the hardwood floor, out cold. Minos smiled, working on his plan for the Snapper, as he cruised Broadway.

      He had a kernel, a sprouting seed, of a big idea. He could feel it, twisting and turning in the past, working its way into the present. He had to give it time to evolve, to grow into itself. He knew that if he didn’t go too fast, didn’t force it, his big idea would work itself out and present itself, fully formed, in his mind. If his instincts were right—and more and more, he had pretty good ones—he sensed that this idea could touch the past, the present and the future. He’d nurture his plan for the Snapper, let it breathe until it was ready to fly.

      One more thing to do, so he turned west down Pine. Yeah. Something Snapper had said. A threat, this thing about how he was protecting his interests. That was kind of funny, because Snapper wasn’t ever very careful. His idea of protection was putting on a condom, afterwards. Yeah. Minos smiled at his private little joke. Still, Minos had to be sure. He’d check it out while he waited for his plan to crystalize. He’d start with the sweet-looking boy with the curly red hair. He wondered what Snapper had given him. Maybe it was nothing, one of his come-ons. Or maybe it was something, and Minos would have to go back to work. He knew where to find out.

      Ten minutes later, Minos was across from the Blue City Café, waiting in a doorway. He took out a red and white pack of Marlboroughs. Smoking was a new game, and a good drag still gave him a little hit, without fogging his mind. He even had a lighter that worked in the wind. Minos lit up, watching and thinking. If the redheaded sweetie wasn’t already in the café, he’d be there sooner or later. Teenagers were like geese or salmon, always going back to the same place.

      ***

      The Blue City Cafe was west of Broadway, between Pike and Pine. Over the years, the cafe had taken over the entire first floor of an old Victorian house. The main floor walls were now exposed fir posts. The downstairs had become an oversized, laid-back living room, with small groupings of sofas, tables and chairs. In one corner there was a kitchen with a tall glass counter where customers could order from an eclectic menu. In a U shaped group of couches, set against the back wall, Billy, Amy, Randy and Alex were deep in conversation, sipping their lattes. Randy and Amy were seniors. Billy and Alex were juniors at Olympic, and had been classmates since Billy transferred, almost two years ago.

      Amy rested her hand on Billy’s thigh as they sat, side by side, on the couch. She wore jeans and a loose brown wool sweater that couldn’t hide her fine figure. Short black hair framed an intense, expressive face. Her touch was gentle, and it made him feel good about himself.

      “You have to admit,” Randy was saying, “Sara’s alright. I mean doing that Greek Oracle shit at school. That was tight. I bet Dean ‘be-your-own-self’’ Sentor freaked out.” He rose, circling the couches with his iPhone, taking pictures. Like a restless child, Randy was always on the move.

      “I heard she carved a magic circle in the bathroom floor,” Amy added. “Probably made Sentor’s eye start twitching.” With her free hand, Amy ran her fingers through her short black hair. Her lips were full and her eyes were almost as dark as her hair. When she was listening carefully to someone, Amy pursed her lips and squinted ever so slightly, until her expression was almost feline. To Billy, everything about her was sexy.

      They laughed, picturing their dean, nonplussed, eyelid working, his face covered with red blotches. During this, Randy started taking impromptu pictures with his phone. They were used to this; Randy was always taking pictures. First Billy, then Amy. Eventually, Billy and Amy posed together, arms around each other, cheek to cheek, and finally, to stop him, tongues out.

      “Nice,” Randy quipped. He handed the phone to Billy. “Do me and Alex.”

      He stood behind his boyfriend, hands on his shoulders. Randy’s long, fiery red hair belonged on some Viking warrior. He was well-built, freckle-faced with handsome, delicate features. Randy whispered something in Alex’s ear, then he put his hand down his shirt.

      One of the popular kids, Dave, came by. “Yo sweeties, where’s your voodoo bitch friend, the fire starter?” he snidely asked. “We’re wondering—is she some kind of witch?”

      Randy, Alex, and the others ignored him; they were used to this. Dave snorted then moved on.

      After Billy took several pictures of Randy and Alex, Amy took the phone from Billy, took his picture. “I want that one,” she said, taking Billy’s hand.

      Billy sat back down beside her, pleased she wanted his picture, unsure why she seemed to like him so much.

      “What was Sara doing, anyway?” Alex asked, after a moment. Blond, blue-eyed Alex was from stern, Scandinavian stock, and he was often teased for being so serious. His sea-blue eyes took in everything, and he thought about what to say before he said it. When he spoke, he spoke softly, and his friends listened carefully.

      “She told me she’s afraid that her friends are in danger.” Randy shrugged, raised his hands. His expression, however, was serious. “She was worried about The Horseman and Peirithous, whoever they are. Sara said she’s trying to raise Theseus. She says that’s why she’s calling up the Oracle or whatever the hell it is she’s doing,” Randy explained, frowning now. He was up again, moving around, snapping more pictures of other people in the café.

      When he took a picture at a table with popular seniors, Dave raised his middle finger. Randy blew Dave a kiss.

      ***

      Minos waited, preoccupied. He was thinking about the Snapper, about how he thought he was so cool, so good-looking. About how he made fun of the Master. Minos was picturing him now, waking up—strapped to the gurney, his mouth taped shut. In СКАЧАТЬ