Confluence

~~great... thought Betty. not only am I doomed to follow both Fred and Astra, I'm doomed to do it simultaneously!!!

Yes indeed....even as Fred had only just recently experienced the fullness of seven simultaneous degrees of existance [13044] it was now Betty who had that opportunity / was forced... even if only in two. Neither here nor there.... she was a phantasm after all, and not any ordinary ghost... she seemed to be in two places at once, or was it rather that her senses enveloped two distinct locations on this plane of reality called earth? Betty did not know, nor did she care... all she knew was that she was with both Fred and Astra, even though they were not together... and all she could think of was... what did she do to deserve this?

Meanwhile officer Malone had just finished jotting down the information at the scene of the death. It was 8:00 pm and an ambulance was coming to take away the mortal remains of Miss Betty Ragan, and he was ready to hit the precinct and call it a night.

George had been keeping an eye on the attractive neighbour who had called in the police. Thoughts of Jessica Alba had long receeded from his mind and he was slowly gaining the courage to ask the woman out.

Mrs. Crabitz was still bewailing the onslought of new age occultists in the neighborhood, of astrology, moon worshippers and naked rituals under the stars. Mr. Crabitz was also thinking of naked rituals, but for other reasons.

Mr. Lot and Mr. Diaz were talking about Sunday's upcoming football game, now that the excitement of the car crash had subsided.

And Miss Slartibaltfast was feeling mighty uneasy now that the nice young UPS driver asked her if she'd like to get a drink at the local pub. She knew he'd ask her her name, she knew he'd giggle, just like everyone did, just like that god of a man who disappeared when the accident happened she thought.

"So...?" said George.

"Well....we really don't know each other."

"We can get to know each other."

"You don't even know my name..."

"We can talk names later..."

Those words were like bells in the springtime, if even for a night she would be with someone...someone who didn't care about names. She said yes and within moments a plan for the evening was in place. George would get home and change, she'd freshen up. He'd come back in his car and they'd hit the local sports bar (a nice confluence of bar, diner and buffet rolled into one).

1. and so George and Helena...
2. meanwhile Betty...
3. at this point a "pop" was heard over the park where Fred had been earlier and...
4. and finally the mailman (remember him?)...

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