Blindly running down back street after back street, Jason finally slows down to think.
“Well, thank the good Fairy King for that,” Ragweedy Pete complains, dusting off his vest. “The way you were going, we could have ended up in China.” He sits down on the lad’s shoulder. “What’s your plan? You’ve got to make a plan.” His face crinkles with worry. “Where’s my Marigoldy? Hopefully with Cora.”
Jason sits cross-legged in the middle of the sidewalk, ignoring the passersby who walk right through his spirit self. “Don’t know,” he finally says. “No idea. How about you?”
“Laddie, this is a new one for me. Well,” he hesitates. “Almost new. There was that time about a hundred years ago when I got lost on Venus with a tambourine player in search of inspiration.” He looks around at the scene. “Ange
