The Heart Goes Boom E-Book

Alex Green

• Herausgeber: Wrecking Ball Press
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 274

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

Like The Wizard of Oz meets Pulp Fiction, this debut novel from San Francisco writer Alex Green is a hilarious post-modern road trip through the shallow surfaces of a media obsessed America. After his girlfriend pushes him through a fortune-teller's window, fading TV star Kieran Falcon realises his life needs to take a decisive turn. Aided by an assorted cast of eccentrics, mavericks and outright maniacs, Kieran sets off on an epic quest for true love and immortality. Characterised by the type of snappy, witty writing that makes American literature so great, The Heart Goes Boom is one of the most enthralling and original novels you'll read this year.

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THE HEART GOES BOOM

THE HEART GOES BOOM

Alex Green

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ISBN 9781903110515 First published in this edition 2016 by Wrecking Ball Press.

Copyright Alex Green

Cover design by Owen Benwell Typeset by leeds-ebooks.co.uk All rights reserved.

You have never been in love Until you’ve seen the dawn rise Behind the home for the blind…

Morrissey

The heart of a shark… not only pumps blood out under forceful pressure, as its muscular walls contract and squeeze; when the heart relaxes between beats it also actively sucks blood in from the veins.

The Encyclopedia of Sharks

ONE

In which the actor Kieran Falcon is pushed through Madame Bernstein’s window by his girlfriend and our story begins …

Kieran Falcon, who played trial attorney Pierce Chambers on ABC’s long-running nighttime legal drama Malibu Justice, lay flat on his back in a sea of glass. The warm spring air of the L.A. afternoon eased through the space where the window that read “Madame Bernstein: Psychic Palmistry And Notary” used to be. Upon hearing the crash of a body through her storefront window, Madame Bernstein rushed to Falcon’s side. Although she was in her early seventies, she was agile and quick. So quick, in fact, that she was able to make eye contact with Falcon’s girlfriend Stacy, who then turned and fled the scene in horror.

Madame Bernstein’s wild gray hair erupted from the red scarf she had tied around her head. She wore big gold hoop earrings, a long, flowing black dress with silver sequins and black knee-high boots. She knelt over the actor and wondered if he was dead. What a terrible thing that would be – and on a Tuesday, no less! Madame Bernstein wasn’t a doctor – although she was a certified anesthesiologist, thanks to a two-hour online course she took through www.beingadoctoriseasy.com – so it was hard for her to tell if this man was alive or dead. However, Madame Bernstein was a psychic, and not only was she a psychic, she was one of the best psychics in the world. In fact, her world psychic ranking the previous year had been #2.

“Beaten out again by Oprah?” she exclaimed, looking at her iPad when the rankings were published.

So Madame Bernstein didn’t need to be a doctor to know if the man was alive or not – an expert psychic well-versed in the art of palmistry, she could just look at his hand and see if his life-line had ended. That would tell her all she needed to know.

She picked up his hand and examined it.

“Oy,” she said.

He wasn’t dead, but he might as well have been.

But the good news was that he wasn’t bleeding, so the rug wouldn’t have to be cleaned. This was a tremendous relief. She checked his pulse and was pleased to find it steady and strong. “You’re going to be okay,” Madame Bernstein said softly.

“I am?” Kieran Falcon moaned.

Madame Bernstein remembered the lines on Kieran Falcon’s palm.

“Well, sort of,” she said.

“What do you mean, sort of?” he croaked woozily.

“I mean, you’re going to survive this, but aside from that, you’re doomed. You’re never going to know the true meaning of love and because of that, immortality will elude you and you’re going to die a forgotten man.”

“What does immortality have to do with love?” Kieran Falcon asked.

“It has everything to do with love,” Madame Bernstein said.

“I don’t even know what immortality means,” Kieran Falcon said.

“Or love,” Madame Bernstein said. “You don’t know what that one means, either.”

“This is a lot of bad news,” Kieran Falcon groaned.

“It sure is,” said Madame Bernstein.

It most certainly was. But Madame Bernstein wasn’t even done delivering all the bad news of the day.

“By the way, I hate to break it to you, but that girlfriend of yours is never coming back,” she said. “So I’m going to have to bill you for the window.”

TWO

In which we learn a little about Kieran Falcon and find that our story really hasn’t begun yet at all …

Although he’d heard the words “love” and “immortality” before, Kieran Falcon had never really considered what either of them meant. The only time he had ever heard them uttered in the same sentence came during a scene on Malibu Justice, when District Attorney Kristina Spheeris, whispered to him during a hot-tub based love scene, “Our love will make us immortal.” He really had no idea what the line actually meant but he delivered the next line with so much conviction, it was as if he really did: “Totally,” he said. They kissed heavily and audibly – slop, slop and tongue – her swimsuit strap slid dangerously down her shoulder, the rising steam rose all around them and he never thought about it again.

Their descent into carnal ecstasy was sound-tracked by a song called “Aquatic Amore,” which featured a lusty saxophone, a plangent bass line, a digital drum loop and behind it all, the sound of waves crashing on the sand and receding back into the surf.

“Aquatic Amore” came from a CD titled The Waves of the Heart, which was first recorded in Malibu way back in 1994 by a minor synth pop artist who operated under the moniker Dickens 7. A direct descendent of Charles Dickens, Dickens 7 was really just twenty-eight year-old Thomas Howard Dickens sitting in his bedroom in the north wing of his parents’ estate in Connecticut with a synthesizer and a drum machine. The CD has 12 tracks, and 11 of them feature Dickens playing the same saxophone bit along with a digitized backbeat and some splashy mechanical drums.

It’s a truly horrible collection of music. The only song without that saxophone bit is the first track. It should have been called “The Only Song With No Saxophone,” but instead it’s called Sonata #21, which is ridiculous because it isn’t even technically a sonata because sonatas don’t have lyrics. In the last third of the song Dickens 7 sings the lone couplet, “I’m touching you in my dreams / I’m dreaming I’m touching you / I know you’re dreaming that I’m dreaming / That I’m touching you in my dreams.” This aside, on the strength of its hypnotic synth grooves, “Aquatic Amore” has been used to great effect over the last few decades in soap operas, corporate training videos and soft-core pornographic films.

Coincidentally enough, after the hot tub scene in Malibu Justice, Falcon contacted Dickens 7 and in 2005 the two men collaborated on a single called “A Dance Of Love,” which was available online through Kieran Falcon’s South Korean fan club.

“I can’t believe we did this awesome song together,” Dickens 7 said to Falcon at the end of their studio session.

“I can’t believe you still live with your parents,” Kieran Falcon said.

But what the twenty-five year old Kieran Falcon really couldn’t believe was that after six years in the business – four of them on a highly rated prime time TV show – he still hadn’t made his long-desired leap from nighttime television to being the star of box-office topping motion pictures.

Much to the annoyance of the producers of Malibu Justice, Falcon took some time off from the show and tried to transition into feature films, but his brief forays into cinema were decidedly unmemorable. For example, Muscle and Pipes, which also starred Chuck Norris and Tara Reid, was a certified box office bomb. The story of a retired plumber / martial arts expert who saves the world from an evil German genius planning a biological attack at a Forever 21 store was a notable disaster. Plus, Falcon’s German accent made him sound suspiciously like a Rabbi. Who was a vampire. From Bolivia. With a lisp.

His other effort, Hot Tub Hollywood High, found Falcon starring as Mr. Knight, a model turned math teacher whose students came to class in bikinis. It was never released, in spite of the fact that it contained what Falcon believed was a very sexy love scene on the beach between him and the principal, played by Alyssa Milano.

“It’s such a great scene,” he told Britt Kilbey, his personal assistant and personal chef of seven years. “We’re on the beach making out as the waves splash over us and Alyssa looks super hot.” At the time, Britt was making celery-spinach-lemon-kale juice and she couldn’t hear him over the blast of the blender. She liked Falcon well enough, but she had grown over the years so tired of his sexist comments, his blithe philandering and his social carelessness, she found that she liked him best when she couldn’t hear him, so drowning him out with a blender, a lawnmower, a leaf blower or thrash metal made things a lot easier. This explains why her Spotify playlist was stocked with bands like Venom, Annihilator, Temple Of Blood, Infernal Majesty and Demolition Hammer.

When Falcon came back to Malibu Justice after a full year away, his popularity had noticeably dimmed and he asked to be released from his contract. Oddly, it was only his character’s death in a fire at City Hall that finally restored his popularity. Right before a burning beam struck him on the head and sent him down a fiery elevator hatch, he pushed District Attorney Spheeris to safety, pulled an engagement ring from his shirt pocket, uttered heroically, “You’re the flame in my raging heart,” and then perished, his cry of “I love you” a resonant and lonely echo from the horrific depths of his hellish end. That year Falcon almost won an Emmy, landed on page 37 of People Magazine in a feature called “Chambers Goes Down The Hatch, But Kieran Falcon Is Ready To Soar” and he drank wine in the early morning with Kathie Lee and Hoda Kotb as a guest on NBC’s “Today.”

“I’m going to miss you,” Kathie Lee said, looking down at her empty wine glass.

It’s still not clear who she was talking to. The last drop of wine or Kieran Falcon.

At that point, Kieran Flacon was more popular than he’d ever been, but the trouble was, he was out of work. No longer on Malibu Justice and with a failed movie career already behind him, Falcon did the only thing left he could do: star regularly in movies on the Lifetime network.

“Not a bad way to move a career forward,” he told his agent. “Not only is this easy work, but when else was I going to get to kiss Melissa Joan Hart?”

Aside from this, Kieran Falcon wanted to be back on a weekly series and it would sometimes keep him up at night that he wasn’t, but then he’d book a movie with one of the Duff girls – he never could tell them apart – and forget about it for a while.

“The perfect project is around the corner,” his agent would tell him every Pilot Season.

“Trust me – your future is going to be lined with silver.”

“I wonder why she never says it’s going to be lined with gold,” said Falcon’s best friend, the actor Odysseus Belafonte.

“At this point I’ll take any precious metal,” said Kieran Falcon.

If anyone knew about a golden career, it was Odysseus Belafonte. His ten-year tenure starring as Dr. Foster Washington James on the soap opera The Glamour and the Gold had won him nine Daytime Emmys. In a row. From there, the actor migrated to primetime television, where he currently commandeers the highly-rated CSI: U.C. Santa Barbara.

The scrapes these college kids get into! That show shall never leave the air.

Odysseus Belafonte had just married his longtime girlfriend Sloane Washington, the host of The Style Network’s makeover show “How To Work It At Work” and he couldn’t have been happier. He worried about his friend, however. He thought Kieran shouldn’t have left Malibu Justice in the first place and he worried he was wasting his time doing Lifetime movies and dating women he wasn’t in love with.

So one night, while at dinner with Falcon, the handsome actor turned to the other handsome actor and said, “Kieran, we’ve been friends for years, but you’ve never told me you’re in love.”

“I like you a lot,” Falcon said, “but I’m sorry, I’m just not in love with you.”

“Not me,” Belafonte said, “a woman.”

“I slept with a woman last night,” Falcon said, “and I loved it.”

Belafonte sighed. “What I mean is, I don’t think you’ve ever been in love with a woman.”

“I’m in love with Stacy,” Falcon said.

“Was she the woman from last night?”

“No. Although she would kind of look like her if she didn’t have dark hair. And brown eyes. And was taller. And wasn’t from Brazil.”

“Face it, you’re not in love with Stacy,” Belafonte said.

Weeks later, Stacy reached the same conclusion while walking with Falcon down Santa Monica boulevard.

“You said we’d be married a year ago and we’re not even engaged,” Stacy said. “So when are we going to get married?”

Falcon had been told by a friend, a moderately successful Life Coach and part-time Zumba teacher, that if you didn’t want to answer a question, the best strategy was to repeat the question and re-direct it at the person who originally asked it.

“When aren’t we going to get married?” he said.

“What?”

This response proved harder to fire back using the aforementioned technique, but he tried anyway.

“What?” he asked.

“When are we going to get married?” she asked again.

Abandoning this tactic and deciding instead to resort to vague honesty, he said, “Before I answer that, I want you to know that I think you’re really great…”

That was all Stacy needed to hear. She body-checked Falcon quickly and cleanly, sending him like a bullet through the window of “Madame Bernstein: Psychic Palmistry And Notary.”

THREE

In which Madame Bernstein tends to Kieran Falcon and speaks of immortality and love and our story really begins.

Kieran Falcon sat up and glass fell from his shaggy blond hair, which he still hadn’t cut since wrapping the Lifetime movie, Mom, I’ve Fallen In Love With A Surfer, starring Carmen Elektra and Betty White.

“Feel okay?” Madame Bernstein asked.

“Yeah,” he said. “Except for the part about you telling me how doomed I am.”

“Don’t think about that,” Madame Bernstein said. “Let’s get you up and see if you can stand.”

Kieran Falcon stood up and Madame Bernstein brushed the remaining glass from him and inspected him up and down.

“You good?” she asked.

“I’m good,” Kieran Falcon said.

Madame Bernstein disappeared into the back room and Falcon heard water running. He also heard a soft crooning voice singing from the stereo:

I can’t give you stars that shine

Or the moon above

All I have to offer you

Is a true, true love

Soon Madame Bernstein reappeared. “Drink this,” she said, handing Falcon a glass of water. Falcon took a drink and then let out a deep sigh. He and Madame Bernstein stared silently at the hole in the window.

“I can’t believe it,” Madame Bernstein said.

“I know,” Falcon said, still dazed and rubbing his head. “Whose girlfriend does that?”

“No, I mean the window,” Madame Bernstein said. She gazed at the broken glass in disbelief. “The salesman at Welterweight Windows said it was shatterproof. I knew I shouldn’t have trusted him, but what should I have done? Thrown a chair through it to see if he was telling the truth?”

“I have to get her back,” Falcon said.

“Not a good idea,” Madame Bernstein said, eyeing Falcon’s right hand.

“But I love her.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I kind of do” he said.

“When you love someone you chase the world together,” Madame Bernstein said, “but when you kind of love someone, you’re just chasing yourself.”

“That’s deep,” Falcon said. “That’s totally deep.”

Madame Bernstein took his right hand and studied the palm. “I’ll tell you what’s not deep,” she said. “And that’s your heart line. And your fate line. And your life line. Actually, all your lines. You’re a bit of a mess.”

“So you’re telling me I’m going to die?” Falcon asked, alarm rising in his voice.

“You already know you’re going to die,” Madame Bernstein said. “What I’m telling you is you’re going to die a forgotten man because you’ve never known the beauty of true love.”

“I’ve known true love.”

“No, you haven’t and don’t argue with me, because the palm never lies. Just look at these lines – they practically vanish less than halfway across your hand.”

It was true – Falcon’s heart line and his fate line began strong enough but disappeared midway across his palm, like roads swallowed by the earth, or writing in the sand disappearing in the tide.

“You have a big heart in their somewhere, but you’ve never used it,” said Madame Bernstein. “And that’s a tremendous shame because without the heart you have no love. And you need love to stay alive. That’s what makes you immortal.”

“So what does ‘immortal’ actually mean?” Falcon asked. “That I get to live for thousands of years and drink blood and hang around at night and stuff?”

“Immortality has nothing to do with vampires, and it doesn’t mean you live foreve – it means you’re remembered forever,” Madame Bernstein said. “Or, in the words of the writer Albert Pine, ‘What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal.’ Does that make sense?”

“Yeah,” Falcon said. “It means that when you’re gone, people sit around going ‘That guy was awesome.’”

“Close enough,” said Madame Bernstein. “But what it really means is that without love, you’ll die and no one will remember you. Who could want such a thing to happen?”

“I want to be remembered!” Kieran Falcon cried, looking at his palm in a panic.

“Who doesn’t?” Madame Bernstein said.

“What about surgery?” Kieran Falcon asked. “My plastic surgeon could probably touch these lines up for me.”

“As much as I love cosmetic surgery,” Madame Bernstein said, catching a glimpse of her reflection in what was left of the window, “this is not a cosmetic issue. It’s an emotional one. If you find true love, the lines will reappear nice and bold and they’ll finish their journey across your hand. You’ll be happy, and you’ll be immortal in the hearts of those who loved you, long after you’re gone.”

“That’s the only solution?” Kieran Falcon asked.

“What do you want me to say?” Madame Bernstein said. “That’s the only solution. If I knew another way, I’d tell you.”

“Okay, so just to sum up here,” said Kieran Falcon, “I’ve never known true love?”

“You’re a little slow, aren’t you?” said Madame Bernstein. “Yes, that’s right – you’ve never known true love.”

“And I don’t love Stacy?”

“Of course you don’t love Stacy.”

“And there’s no hope for me?”

“Well,” Madame Bernstein said, “that’s the interesting thing here.”

“What do you mean?” Kieran Falcon asked.

“I mean, there actually is hope. You see, on your palm, you’ve got some smaller lines around the major ones – they’re called union lines. They indicate that you might very well have true love in your immediate future.”

“Awesome!” Kieran Falcon said. “I’m totally going to fall in love.”

“I said you might,” Madame Bernstein said. “Now listen, you have real potential, but based on what I saw on your palms, I have a feeling we’re going to have to move fast because it looks like you’re almost out of time.”

“So you’re going to help me?” Kieran asked.

“Of course I’m going to help you,” Madame Bernstein said. “It’s what I do and it would be irresponsible not to. Plus, you’ve had a terrible day and I want to make it better.”

“You’re the best,” Kieran Falcon said.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Madame Bernstein said. “Just make sure you give me a good Yelp review.”

“I totally will,” Kieran said. “So what happens now?”

“Now we have to read your cards to find out what to do.”

Madame Bernstein led Falcon through her dim, candlelit, office. The air smelled of Nag Champa incense – there was a stick of it burning on a large round table covered with a madras tablecloth. At the center of the table stood a stack of cards, a crystal ball and a copy of The California Notary Law Primer. She sat down at the table and pointed to the chair across from her.

“Sit down,” she said.

He pulled the wooden chair from the table and took a seat. Madame Bernstein picked up the deck of cards and spread a line of six across the table.

“Okay,” she said. “This first round of cards represent the work you’re going to have to do; the adventures you’re going to have to go on and the stops you’re going to have to make in order to learn the truth about love. They’re very literal, so pay attention, okay?”

“I voted for Obama,” Kieran said. “I’m as liberal as they come.”

“Literal,” said Madame Bernstein. “Meaning they are what they are.

“Got it,” Falcon said.

“I’ll go slow just in case you don’t,” Madame Bernstein said, turning the six cards over. Their faces were adorned in explosive bursts of color. There was a sword in a stone in the snow, a swimming pool in the darkness, a boat surrounded by a circle of sharks, a bald man with glasses, an easel with a big red heart painted on its canvas, and a laboratory on fire.

“Interesting,” said Madame Bernstein.

“Interesting as in awesome?” asked Kieran Falcon.

“Interesting as in you’ll find out as soon as you embark on your journey,” Madame Bernstein said.

She put out four more cards, all pictures of animals. Falcon drew two sharks, a puppy and a kitten.

“What do these mean?” he asked.

“Well,” Madame Bernstein said, “these cards represent time and transition. The two sharks mean you’ve only got two weeks to turn this all around.”

“And the other two cards?” Falcon asked.

“The other two are transition symbols. They usually occur together and when they do, they signal when your heart is so swollen with emotion, it just about bursts.”

“And that’s a good thing?”

“That’s a very good thing,” Madame Bernstein said. “In fact, that pretty much is the thing.”

“What if I can’t get this all done in two weeks?” Falcon asked, his voice peeling apart with worry.

Madame Bernstein pulled her index finger blade-like across her throat.

“How can I get more time?” he asked.

“You can’t,” she said. “I’m sorry, but the sharks are non-negotiable.”

Falcon stood up with great agitation. “Two weeks to find true love?” he cried. “That’s impossible. It takes me two weeks to get through an episode of Game Of Thrones and I still don’t understand it.”

“We can do this,” Madame Bernstein said, “but you have to listen to me because I’m never wrong.” She frowned. “Okay, maybe I’m wrong sometimes; my son should have gone to law school instead of medical school – who knew he’d be so afraid of blood? But he’s a podiatrist now, and they call him ‘doctor’ so it all worked out.”

“I’ll listen to whatever you say,” Falcon said. “Just tell me what I need to do and I’ll do it. Now that I know what it is, I totally want to be immortal.”

“You need to fall in love,” Madame Bernstein said. “But because you’ve proven that you can’t do it alone, you’ll need to assemble a team.”

“What kind of a team?”

“Let’s find out,” said Madame Bernstein.

She threw three cards on the table: a saxophone, a fountain pen and an old man on a rock. “The cards say you need a musician, a writer and a wise man. Together they will help you find true love.”

“That’s my team?”

“That’s your team.”

“Can’t I get something a little more exciting, like a ninja or a UFC fighter?”

“You have to get what the cards tell you to get.”

“I guess there are thousands of musicians and writers here, but how do I find a wise man in L.A.?” Kieran Falcon asked.

“A fair question,” Madame Bernstein said. “Put the word out with people you know. Ask around. Post an ad. It shouldn’t be hard.”

“And once I get this team together, then what?”

“You need them close by at all times, so they’ll have to move into your house – do you have space?”

“Tons of it,” Falcon said. “I’ve got a gym, too.”

“Perfect. Get them moved in, then bring them to me and I’ll tell you how to get started and what everyone’s role will be.”

“Do I pay them?”

“Of course you pay them! Who works for free in this economy? Each of them will be paid a lump sum of $5,000 at the end of the two weeks. Will that be a problem?”

“No,” Falcon said. “That seems pretty cheap in exchange for immortality.”

“And love,” Madame Bernstein said, correcting him. “Love first, immortality second. Got that?”

“Got it.”

“So get the musician, the wise man and the writer, come back to see me and I’ll tell you what to do next.”

“I should be writing this down,” Falcon said.

“It’s only three people,” Madame Bernstein said. She gathered the cards together and returned them to the deck. “What’s to write?”

“My memory’s not great,” Falcon said. “But I think I’ve got it.”

“Don’t waste time,” Madame Bernstein said. “This is urgent.”

“Urgent like get on this right now?”

“Urgent like get on this right now, but yesterday,” Madame Bernstein said. She handed Falcon her business card. “You need to spring into action.”

“I will,” he promised. “As soon as I get home.”

“You know,” Madame Bernstein said, “I’ve got a wonderful niece named Ariella Silver who just finished law school. She’s gorgeous, she’s smart, she’s funny and she’s single, and she’s moving here in exactly twelve days. You guys would be wonderful for each other. And who knows? Maybe the universe threw you through my window so I could get the two of you together. This is amazing – you couldn’t ask for the stars to be more aligned. Do you want her number?”

“She’s coming in twelve days? But that would only give me two days to fall in love with her,” Falcon protested. “Isn’t that cutting it kind of close?”

“Not at all,” Madame Bernstein said. “The heart can spring into action in less than a fraction of a second. And when it does, that’s true love. Let me give you her number.”

“Let me think about it,” Falcon said.

“What’s to think about? Just take her number,” Madame Bernstein said, writing the number down on a piece of paper and handing it to Kieran Falcon. The problem was he had the sinking feeling Madame Bernstein’s niece was probably repulsive, and if she was as hideous as he imagined, or even half as hideous, he knew he’d never love her, and then Madame Bernstein would be furious with him and she wouldn’t help him after that. And team or no team, he knew that without Madame Bernstein, he was never going to fall in love and become immortal. He put the number in his pocket and as soon as he did, he felt his heart skip a beat, though he didn’t understand why.

“At least I know it’s in there,” he thought, his hand on his chest.

FOUR

In which Kieran Falcon asks Madame Bernstein what she’s listening to and she says Bobby Darin and he says he thinks he’s pretty good.

“By the way,” Falcon said. “Who’s this guy you’re listening to?

“Bobby Darin,” Madame Bernstein said. “A man who had a heart and knew exactly what to do with it.”

“He’s pretty good,” said Kieran Falcon.

FIVE

In which Kieran Falcon vows to spring into action but totally doesn’t.

Kieran Falcon was properly spooked by Madame Bernstein’s prophecy, and he vowed he would spring straight into action as soon as he got home. His hands shook as he drove his car with urgency down the road; his heart raced, and by the time he pulled into his driveway his shirt was soaked with sweat. There was no time to waste – something had to be done immediately, if not sooner.

As soon as he walked in the front door he jumped on the treadmill and ran for 47 minutes while watching a documentary about Selena Gomez. Then he signed a stack of glossy photos of himself and took a long shower. After the shower he felt peaceful and relaxed, so he decided to take a nap. When he woke up an hour later, he headed downstairs to the kitchen where Britt was preparing dinner.

“You look well-rested,” Britt said, looking up from chopping carrots.

“I feel well-rested,” Falcon said, picking up the Victoria’s Secret summer catalog sitting on the top of a stack of the day’s mail.

“How was your day?” Britt asked.

“Good,” Falcon said, his eyes fixed on page nine of the catalog. “Did I date her like a year ago?” he asked, holding up a page featuring a red-haired model in Capri pants.

“No,” she said. “But you did date her.” Britt pointed her knife at the opposite page, where a dark-haired model in a floral dress leaned against a wooden pole on a dock.

“I don’t remember her,” Falcon said.

“You don’t remember Katie Barrie? You dated her for months!”

“I’m drawing a blank,” Falcon said. “Was she blonde?”

“Was she blonde? She had dark hair, just like she does right there in the picture!”

Falcon stared at the photo but nothing came to him. He put the catalog down, picked up the remote and turned on the television. After a moment, a program called The Mysteries of the British Isles filled the large flat screen. The host, Roddy Reader, was exploring the islands of the Inner Hebrides of Scotland. Roddy Reader had gray hair, round, silver glasses and a thick Scottish accent. He wore a yellow rain jacket as he trudged across the Isle of Mull. “The White-tailed Eagle,” he said, “has a Gaelic name that translates to ‘Eagle of the Sunlit Eye.’”

“That dude looks cold,” Falcon said. “Why would he want to hang out in a place like that?”

“Turn that off,” Britt said, waving her knife. “I’m DVRing it upstairs in my room for later. I’ve been excited about this program for months and I don’t want to start watching it in the middle.”

“It looks boring,” Falcon said, happily turning the channel. “Let me spoil the end for you – nothing keeps happening and everybody’s cold forever. Why are documentaries always about places and things that suck? Why don’t they ever do a documentary on beach volleyball?”

Britt hit the blender while Kieran Falcon made several stupid points about the untapped world of beach volleyball documentaries. When he had stopped talking, she turned off the blender.

“Are you hungry?” Britt asked.

“I’m starved,” Falcon said. “Whatever you make I’m eating it until I can’t move.”

“Carrot-ginger juice and whole-wheat pasta tonight, with pesto,” she said. “Sound good?”

“Sounds good,” Falcon said, yawning.

Falcon had a big glass of juice, ate two bowls of pasta and fell asleep watching a rerun of Law and Order in Cantonese on channel 654. Meanwhile, in her room upstairs, Britt watched The Mysteries of the British Isle and savored every second. She stared in rapt attention as Roddy Reader made his way to Duart Castle, that magnificent gray palace that practically leans over the Sound of Mull, its wet ashen stones anchored to the verdant land beneath it. As Reader walked up and down the spiral staircases, through the sprawling kitchen and out to the battlements, Britt held her breath. She didn’t know why, but she could barely contain an excitement that was rising in her heart.

SIX

In which Kieran Falcon remembers about vowing to spring into action.