from Part Two
"Casey, you're a Celtic knot." Alix giggled as she passed Rain the joint. The smoke Casey had been holding in exploded out of his lungs. He coughed long and hard, drowning out the chorus of "People are Strange" by the Doors.
"Are you all right?" Rain squinted through her granny glasses.
Casey nodded, his throat so raspy he couldn't speak.
Rain crossed her legs Indian-style and took a hit off the J. She held it in, exhaled quietly, then passed it to Dar.
"What do you mean, Alix?" Casey finally croaked.
Alix tucked a lock of blond hair behind her ear. The six of them were on the living room floor of the apartment, a shabby space with yellowed shades, torn linoleum, and cracks in the walls. "You're always making connections," she said. "With people, places, events. You twist things all together. Like a Celtic knot."
"Aw, man, you're just stoned." Payton wiggled his fingers and sang along with the music.
"Cool it, Payton." Dar raised a warning hand.
"It's all right." Alix gently stayed his hand and took the J from his fingers. She passed it to Payton. "Actually, a Celtic knot is a symbol for the complexity of the universe. No matter how our lives play out, we're all intertwined. Twisting and weaving and overlapping. No beginning. No end. Here, I'll draw it."
"Alpha and omega," Teddy said. He lay spread-eagled on the floor.
"Right." Alix got up slowly.
"You all right?" Dar and Casey said it together.
She giggled again and grabbed the back of the couch. "Trippy. I guess I'm a little high."
Dar's eyes, always dark and brooding, were edged with concern. He looked liked he wanted to rescue her, Casey thought. He usually did.
"Just sit," Casey said before Dar had the chance. "Don't draw anything."
But Alix shook her head and went to a large leather satchel in the corner. She fished out a pad and ink pen and started sketching. A minute later she brought it back and handed it to Payton. "See? It folds back on itself. Nothing lost. Very economical."
Payton stared without comment, took another hit, and passed the J to Teddy.
Casey peered at the sketch over Payton's shoulder. He saw a circle with lots of overlapping lines and squiggles. "Far out," he said appreciatively.
"That's you. Symbolically speaking." Alix plopped back down beside Dar.
"Hey. This is good shit." Teddy exhaled and passed the joint back to Casey. "Where'd you get it, Payton?"
Payton scratched his forehead underneath his rolled up red bandana. "Uh... some guy."
"Casey scored it," Rain said. "Not Payton."
Payton shot her a dark look.
"Well, he did. We were in
Alix splayed her hands. "Connections. See what I mean?"
Dar took Alix's outstretched hand. She snuggled closer to him.
Casey tried not to notice. "Where's the hemostat?"
Teddy sat up, found it, and handed it to Casey. Casey clipped it to the roach, took one last hit and passed it back to Teddy, who took another toke, then dumped the hemostat and roach into a large ashtray.
Payton sighed. "So what's the program, group?"
"I Love Lucy," Teddy said.
"Star Trek." Casey blew out the last of the smoke.
"The Flying Nun," Alix said.
"Fuck it." Payton shook his head. "And you call yourselves activists?"
"We boldly went where no man has gone before," Teddy said in a stagey, TV voice.
"And met some very spacy creatures," Casey added with a laugh.
"We've done our part," Alix said.
"Wrong. 'There can be no peace until every soldier is out of
Casey rolled his eyes. "Give it a rest, Payton."
Payton persisted. "Who?"
"Rennie Davis," Dar cut in.
"Give the man a medal," Payton said.
Alix and Dar exchanged looks. "Alix has a point," Dar said. "We brought thousands of people to
"So we brought the war home for a few days." Payton shrugged. "The war didn't take a few days off. And the pigs are still in control."
"You can't run the world according to Mao's little red book, Payton," Rain sniffed. When Payton arched his eyebrows, she added, "I saw you leafing through it the other day. That's dangerous."
"Shit, Rain." Payton ran a hand through his long blond hair. "We invade a country, dump bombs on the people, and risk the lives of millions. All in the name of 'Peace with honor.' Now that's dangerous."
"Hey man, Payton's right," Teddy said, coming to his defense. "Look what happened last week. Troops in the street. Fucking bayonets and tear gas. Mass arrests. This isn't
Alix frowned. "I thought we all agreed it was time for a break. And you shouldn't put that poison into your lungs."
Teddy took another deep drag. For spite, Casey figured.
He went to the window, only half-listening to the bickering. Below was the intersection of Sedgwick and
Casey had never thought of himself as a connector. Then again, over the past week they'd formed their own personal collective, Payton called it—and it had been Casey's doing. His and Alix's.
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