Padme' Amidala
I rolled out of bed and staggered into the salle de bains where Ms. Wonder was partially submerged in the garden tub. She raised her face to me and gazed apprehensively. I didn't feel any too good about that either.
"You look like the ostrich that swallowed the brass doorknob," she said.
"Do you mean that in a caring way?" I said, not sure I liked the temperature in here any more than I liked that dream. Then her gaze softened and I immediately felt the soothing balm of loving-kindness.
She cleared her throat and spoke in a tone that couldn't have been more sympathetic. "Bad business," she said. Well, maybe it could have been a little more symp, but I'll take what I can get.
"Appalling," I said, turning toward the mirror suddenly conscious of my appearance and wondering how it rated after a night of kicking at ghouls.
"What are you going to do about it?" she said.
"What do you mean, do about it?" I said. "I don't know what I'm going to do. I had planned to work on that book but something tells me the day's going to sink into the deep. I'll be lucky to be casting a shadow by day's end."
"Nonsense," she said in a rather meaningful way but then she returned to sluicing the torso. I remember thinking at the time that when I'm in deep trouble--the kind that requires expert and tactful handling, it's from this sage of the Russian steppes that I find complete satisfaction.
But, more often than not, she finds the solution in detail that she doesn't confide in me. It seemed that way now.
"You say nonsense but I don't follow. What nonsense?" I said.
"This is obviously more monkey-wrenching from the Empress," she said. "It stinks of her dirty dealings, don't you think? There's only one thing to do, and you know it. You're writing a book about it for heaven's sake."
"I still don't follow you," I said. "What does anything have to do with Uma and why do you think I write about her in my book?"
In the spirit of full disclosure, I should probably mention that we also spoke of whether or not to capitalize the word, heaven, and whether a reservation in hell is made in your name if you don't. But that's a side issue and we won't let it detain us from the rest of the story.
"Uma?" said the Wonder. "I'm not talking about Uma, I'm talking about your amig...what's it? Amig something."
"You must mean amygdala," I said.
"That's it," she said with a nod of the head while she began running the loofah up and down the arms. "Amidala--Princess Amidala. She's behind this."
"If you are referring to Amy and my amygdala," I said, "she's not a Star Wars action figure."
"Princess Amy is the little tyrant that sits on the throne of my emotions. But I'm beginning to understand where you're going with this. You think my funk has something to do with my mercurial temperament."
"Is that what you call it?" she said. There followed a moment of silence as she directed one of her looks toward me and I returned the look, but mine had knobs on.
You know how it is when two people, both of strong will, heading in two different directions, meet somewhere in the middle. One has got to give way.
"Genome," she said. "It's as plain as the nose on your face."
I glanced into the mirror again which served to confirm my doubt that the solution to my problem was not nearly as obvious as my nose.
"You've been talking to Amy just now, haven't you?" she said.
"I've only had a bad dream," I corrected her.
"Same thing," she said. "You've been talking to Amy, or rather she's been talking to you in a dream, and calling you some very unpleasant names, no doubt. It's just like when we were in Southport and you got caught sneaking onto the set of One Summer..."
"I was not sneaking," I said. "I was simply strolling by and the wrangler got his drawers in a wad. It was no big deal to shout, Cut, and then pick up where they left off after I moved out of camera range, but he had to make a big deal out of it. If I remember correctly, he threatened to call Hallmark."
"It was like that time in Moe's," she continued, "when you were angry with our neighbors just because they ignored you. And in the parking lot of Trader Joe's when the guy in the pickup truck backed into you..."
"Alright," I said, "I get it. No need to turn it into a musical. I admit that I have a chaotic emotional center. "
"Yes, you do," she said, "and you must always remember the principles of fierce living. That's what your book is about, isn't it?"
"Fierce Qigong!" I said, finally getting it. "You've hit the nail on the head again."
"Rem acu tetigisti," she said being careful to pronounce the italics. Perhaps you know what it means. Over my head though. In fact, I worried that her marvelous brain might be coming unglued but I thought it best to humor her just the same.
"Precisely," I said. "You took the words right out of my mouth. I have to live life on life's terms and live it fully, refusing any guff from Amy." I said.
"Tax life!" she said.
"Wait a second," I said. "We were on the same page there for a little bit, but what's this 'tax life'?
"Just that you've got to do it fully and completely leaving no room for doubt. The way you did when you shouted down the Thirteenth Ghost. What's a limbic system compared to a Thirteenth Ghost?"
"Yes," I said, "of course. Now I see what you're driving at." She referred to a previous dream, maybe you're familiar, in which I was trolled by a screaming ghost and couldn't shake her until I faced her and out-screamed her. Or, come to think of it, perhaps I haven't written that one yet.
"Fill up the void with the strength of Me!" I said to Wonder. "Shout, 'Not today, Amy!' and mean it."
"Precisely," she said.
And then I realized that this wonderful woman was still on the Genome team. We would face the world together. Or I would face the world and she would cheer me on from the sidelines. She has her own world to face after all.
"Thank you, Ms. Wonder," I said. "I think I'll give this day a good piece of my mind."
"Attaboy!" she said.
"Tax life!" she said.
"Wait a second," I said. "We were on the same page there for a little bit, but what's this 'tax life'?
"Just that you've got to do it fully and completely leaving no room for doubt. The way you did when you shouted down the Thirteenth Ghost. What's a limbic system compared to a Thirteenth Ghost?"
"Yes," I said, "of course. Now I see what you're driving at." She referred to a previous dream, maybe you're familiar, in which I was trolled by a screaming ghost and couldn't shake her until I faced her and out-screamed her. Or, come to think of it, perhaps I haven't written that one yet.
"Fill up the void with the strength of Me!" I said to Wonder. "Shout, 'Not today, Amy!' and mean it."
"Precisely," she said.
And then I realized that this wonderful woman was still on the Genome team. We would face the world together. Or I would face the world and she would cheer me on from the sidelines. She has her own world to face after all.
"Thank you, Ms. Wonder," I said. "I think I'll give this day a good piece of my mind."
"Attaboy!" she said.