Chapter Eighteen
Edinburgh
“There was a time when men in white coats took away the delusional to give ’em drugs that caused dribbling. Not anymore; the only white coats you see now is on washing machine adds.” —Don explaining One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest to Pete
The Edinburgh Festival was a tricky place for Identities; finding unhappy women was not easy, and making contact with all the energetic distractions required an expertise not all Identities had—apart from the Storytelling Center. It was the new Mecca for Identities, and as Legless looked around, he understood why.
Legless had never been. The idea of humans telling stories seemed laughable to him, and yet here he was in a café with a warm wooden floor perfect for dancing and sitting on handmade wooden furniture excellent for
