THAT NIGHT

My sister & brother-in-law show up; they're flying to New York at dawn.

They crave sushi. A new place I won't name is within walking distance. It's open, but near-empty--not a good sign. "Do you have a reservation?" Huh? They deny us a table; seat us on stools at the bar and glare as if we don't belong here. Oh. Because we don't. You can't order; the chef chooses, the price is fixed--and triple anyone else's in town.

We leave. Walk down the block to a place I won't name either, with ramen and Japanese curry. Scorching hot, too starchy, not enough vegs or protein... just as wrong for me, in its own way, as that snotty place. Will I get sick?

THAT NIGHT

I'm asked to fetch the head-bag. You know, the sack To feed the manfish heads to our town's wolf pack. Lug heads across park lawn. Meet a cute wolf mom Guarding curious pup. Love's warm glow. I'm calm. But I do fear the main pack ahead. That crowd (unlike a wild) knows a human scent means food. But it's my job. So I wade in, and try to exude Confidence as they gnaw gilled heads of tuna-dudes. I grab the sack. Empty, so no tug of war--today. I glide away. Skim across the lawn as if I'm on Slick ice; one leg supports, one trails in arabasque. I Whirl the bag overhead, a helicopter rotor. Why? Wolf repellent? Maybe more... wolf baffler. "Hey, Human Mysteries over here! Don't mess with me." And it works--on wolves. But would a Baffler ploy Work on scary human packs? Hmm. Worth a try.

NOTES IN THE MORNING

• My job feeding hungry wolves: I felt I had to feed my relatives. I'm the local, I should know my restaurant turf. Nope!
• Bite human heads: Woke from the dream hot, sick, head aching. The currywolves DID bite my head!
• Sexy lone wolf: passed a pet store with giant plush dogs in the window. Not sexy, but later I curled up in bed with my home-made Foam Furs... who are.
• Human/fish heads: today I read a Marvel comic, "Squirrel Girl"; she went to her own funeral wearing a fish-head disguise. None of the mourners boggled a bit--they were all superheroes.
• Fish-man heads: Waiter at that sushi joint? Snobbery in general?
• Wolves: Curry eaters? Social anxiety? Being seen?
• Weird dance: I once read (in Peter Beagle's The Lady and her Tiger, I think) that one big-cat expert, if he felt in danger, broke into dance. Lions or tigers were so baffled and intrigued they forgot their anger or fear.
• Wild animal repellent: in the ramen place, I blurted--dunno why--"Curry is rhino repellent. It works, too! Not ONE in here!" I didn't yet realize, as my achy body did by next morning, that what I needed was bad curry repellent.

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