I laughed nervously. “I can do the rites, I think, but as far as calling up spirits goes, I don’t suppose—”
“Great!” Georgie pounded his real hand on the wheel. “Okay. My legal name is G-o-n-n, like I told you. Only in Chinese, it’s ‘Guan,’ the surname of Guan Gong.”
“Gotcha.”
“Yeah, well, he’s traditionally considered an ancestor of all the contemporary Guans. So I’ll do the calling up.”
Call up Guan Gong?
I tried to speak naturally, though I was tense with wonder—was Georgie just crazy after all, or was he serious about this sort of thing, as I was? “Georgie, if we can’t call him up, no problem. But what if we can—what do we do with him?”
“Do you believe in the Devil?”`
I hesitated, remembering that he did. “I dunno. Aren’t we switching religions here? The Devil is a Christian ide
