Chapter 22 Chapter Twenty Two

This evening in Islington is full of sweetness and aroma. Of course, there are no Floris Charizards in this alley, but even if one happened to pass by, they would run down the road and grab a pizza, because no one here needs them anymore. If there's an emergency in the middle of an anchovy American pizza, they'll always send word that Dire Straits play on the stereo, which people now know has nothing to do with watching a charizard fly. Same effect. "Come on," Finchitch said, "not yet." Arthur played the Dire Straits record on the stereo.Finchitch pushed open the upstairs front door a little to let in the sweet and fragrant evening air.They were all seated on cushioned furniture, the bottle of champagne opened very close to them.

"No," Fenchurch said, "unless you find out what's wrong with me, which part. But I think," she added very, very, very calmly, "that we can get it out of your hands right now. place to start." Arthur asked: "Then which direction should I go?" "Should be down," Fenchurch said, "in this case." His hands started to move. "Down," she said, "means the opposite direction." "right." Mark Knopfler (the soul of Dire Straits) has a terrific ability on the electric guitar, and he sings like an angel when he has a drink on a Saturday night after a week's work ( The band has a famous song "Saturday Night" that tells about this situation. The novel here means that this song is on this record-translator)-actually this is not very relevant now, because the record has not yet been released. into that section.But by the time it gets to that part there's going to be a lot of other stuff going on, plus historians aren't going to be sitting here with playlists and stopwatches, so it's best to start now while things are slow. Mention.

"So here we are," Arthur said. "Your knee is broken. There's something very horribly wrong with your left knee." "My left knee," Fenchurch said, "is absolutely fine." "It's good." "do you know……" "what?" "Well, never mind, I'll tell you. No, go ahead." "That means there must be something about your feet..." She smiled in the dim light, moving her shoulders meaninglessly against the cushion.Because there are also mattresses in the universe that like to be leaned against and twisted, specifically on Skozelles 2, in the swamp where the mattress lives (see "Life, the Universe and Everything"), especially Wriggling pointlessly, because they like the way the shoulders move in two pieces, and it's a pity there's no shoulders there.No shoulders, but such is life.

Arthur put her left foot on his knee and watched carefully.The sight of her dress hanging down her lap made him distracted from thinking clearly. "I gotta say," he said, "I don't really know what I'm looking for." "You'll know when you find it," she said. "Really." Her voice seemed to set a small trap. "It's not this foot." Confused even more, Arthur dropped her left foot and turned to get her right.She moved forward and put her arm around Arthur and kissed it, because the record was already in place where you couldn't help it.If you know that record you will understand.

Then she offered him her right foot. He tapped the foot, ran his fingers around the ankle, under the toes, over the instep, but found nothing wrong. She looked at him very happily, smiling and shaking her head. "No, don't stop," she said, "but not this one now." Arthur stopped, frowning at her left foot on the ground. "Don't stop." He tapped her right foot, ran his fingers around the ankle, under the toes, and over the instep, and said, "Are you saying that it has something to do with which foot I picked up?..." She shrugged again, how happy a cushion on Skozelles II would be with this one.

He frowned. "Hold me up," she said quietly. He put her right foot on the ground and stood up.She also stood up.He picked her up and they kissed again.After kissing for a while, she said: "Put me down now." Arthur did so, still confused. "and then?" She looked at him almost defiantly. "What's wrong with my feet?" she said. Arthur still didn't understand.He sat on the floor, then put his hands on the ground and looked at her feet, which were perfectly still in place.As he looked closer, he was startled by a strange situation.He put his head on the floor and watched carefully.After a long silence.He sat back heavily.

"Yes," he said, "I see the problem with your feet. They don't touch the ground." "Then...then what do you think?..." Arthur looked up at her at once, and saw her eyes suddenly darken with deep terror.She bit her lip and trembled. "Do you think..." she stammered, "do you..." She tossed her hair forward to hide her fearful eyes. He stood up immediately, put his arms around her and kissed her. "Maybe you can do what I can do," he said, and stepped straight out the second-floor front door (in the previous volume, Arthur learned to fly).

This is when the record is in its most beautiful place.