Fox Biddable (11)

   
   "Fox Biddable (11)"
   
   Clovis Bloom was reluctantly lounging at the bowling alley, drinking COKE until his teeth hurt, and admiring the suave countenance of short-haired Jenny McGee, her locked in mystic dialogue with an obvious Native of true America.  Clovis had telepathy, of sorts, knowing--you shall know them by their fruits; moreover, he picked up what Jenny and the beautiful Red Man were sincerely and totally discussing--the nature of identity; specifically, the rise of the weak--God choosing the last to be first--King David mocked as a Shepherd boy while his older brothers thrived in more pseudo-prominent areas; thus, Clovis Bloom knew Jenny McGee to have found herself; as a result, he decided to introduce himself, putting aside his COKE and cautiously sauntering towards Jenny's direction, having great reverence for the true Native of America, and the sublime spirit within him.

CLOVIS
Taps Jenny lightly on the shoulder, but not before giving eye contact to Healing Eagle and extending a hand that was calmly shaken.  I couldn't help but notice that you're a blooming lady, seemingly without the protection of a lover.

HEALING EAGLE
Jenny--listen to this one.  Exits.

JENNY
Well--I guess you can sit down, cowboy.

CLOVIS
Sits.  I am welcome for your gracious acceptance, and am curious as to the possibilities of your futurity.

JENNY
What do you mean?

CLOVIS
Does it include me.  Realize . . .

JENNY
Focused upon all possibilities.  Never say never again.  I guess some guys aren't scum.

CLOVIS
Woman on top.  I know the Queen of Hearts well.  A man must break his sorry ass to admire and give everything to a fine woman.  For while men are generally better than women--a divine woman is worth more than a myriad of men.

JENNY
I think I like you.

   They both smiled into the possibilities of each other--both separate Universes within the Multiverse.