She never fully realized, although he told her dozens of times, exactly how he got there. She firmly believed that she brought him there herself with the m*******a, that if she had not been smoking and wishing for him, he would never have arrived. She spent the rest of her days attempting to perform that same magic again. It was the only way she had of controlling the world.
She had constant proof that she could call him to her by smoking a joint. Not always, but often enough to confirm her faith. Just recently, for example, when David had gone off with the Siemens and the Hunters to the souk or the sea, she couldn’t remember which, and she stayed at home with her beer and her joint and the Mamas & the Papas on the tape deck. She wished he would come back to her, come again through the ch
