Puppet Master 2.
The Running Man.
Something in Spanish with a green-lit cult priestess and two red X’s on her robes.
I left the coffee machine to wring out the last drops by itself and maneuvered round the side of the counter. Santa Sangre. Sangre equaled blood…Santa…no idea, but probably not the Christmas guy…and the name at the top of the poster…ah, Jodorowsky, chief lunatic of bizarro cinema. The director who made filmns I liked conceptually but could never press play on when they were framed right there in front of me, on GENTE+, surrounded by shit like Saving Hannukah and Full Moon Cop and Not My Cousin IV and a dozen other Something IV movies.
The coffee machine whirred down, calling me back to the cup.
Two down, one to go.
Though whether Juana was cognizant enough to drink hers was a different matter. She’d managed a couple sips of water earlier, then went straight into nap mode again. But not napping exactly, more like a trance…eyes opening now and then, arms shooting up, swatting invisible flies…random Spanish and Yaqui outbursts that Nick the sudden linguist said translated into seventeen years and now this.
Seventeen years of her life?
Of no starvation trances?
The video caffé?
I pulled out the cup with foam spilling over and replaced it with an empty one. Then pressed the button for green tea.
Seemed like a safer bet.
The machine slipped back into routine, the blue lights on the side making me think briefly that there was a tiny human inside.
Same with the Recharge station lights on the drive into Fresno.
And the pseudo race circuit around Lake Arrowhead.
‘Must be made by the same company,’ I’d said to Lexi in the car and got that frozen eldritch face in return. Then her weirdness about the buildings being several inches out of phase. Structures pasted on top of other structures. Fresno not acting like the proper Fresno. Shivering as if we were camped on the summit of K2, squeezing her nails into the back of my hand.
Probably Juana related, the idea of getting her a meal.
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