Bradley Denton - Lunatics

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LUNATICS
Bradley Denton
for the owls
CONTENTS
I -WOLF MOON
Chapter 1:Jack Was Naked
Chapter 2:Carolyn's Orgasm Gave Her Hiccups
Chapter 3:The Woman Had Wings
Chapter 4:The Kids Made Fart Noises
II -SNOW MOON
Chapter 5:Marriage Was Like Eating Tuna
Chapter 6:Her Presence Was Warm Breath in His Ear
III -WORM MOON
Chapter 7:Sex in the Woods Would Be Cool
IV -PINK MOON
Chapter 8:Bologna Was Comfort Food
Chapter 9:Something Was Wrong with His Eyes
V -FLOWER MOON
Chapter 10:The Tent Was Hot, and It Shuddered
VI -STRAWBERRY MOON
Chapter 11:She Tried to Scrub Away His Scent
VII -BUCK MOON
Chapter 12:Blowing Stuff Up Would Be a Positive Step
Chapter 13:The Branch Would Leave Bark Patterns
VIII -CORN MOON
Chapter 14:Like a Ballpeen Hammer to the Temple
Chapter 15:The Weird Babe Was Back
IX -STURGEON MOON
Chapter 16:Retaliation Was Her Right
Chapter 17:Below the Cliff, the River Was Black
X -HARVEST MOON
Chapter 18:"He's Naked Again"
XI -HUNTER'S MOON
Chapter 19:He Longed to Be Truly Stupid
XII -BEAVER MOON
Chapter 20:What's-His-Face Had Been Like Mouthwash
Chapter 21:The Shadows of Earth Were to Blame
XIII -COLD MOON
Chapter 22:She Drove Faster Alone
Chapter 23:He Wasn't Dressed for Dancing Nude
Chapter 24:The Goddess Said Good-bye
Epilogue:Lily Went to the Open Window
PART I
Wolf Moon
Friday, January 8, 1993
CHAPTER 1
Jack Was Naked
Jack was naked, and it was night, and cold. The Moon shone full in a purple sky, but the trees and
clouds tried to hide it. To be sure that its light fell on him, Jack closed his apartment door and went down
to the street. He stepped gingerly on the concrete and gravel. When he reached the street and looked up,
he had to squint to see past the glare of the streetlamps. But it was all right. A cloud moved away from
the face of the Moon so that its light became as bright as the streetlamps'. Jack was sure that Lily would
be able to spot him, so he sat down on the curb between two parked cars to wait. He yelped as his bare
ass touched the concrete, then gritted his teeth until the coldness faded. The things a man would do for
love.
He remembered a TV commercial that had aired back when the media had first realized that AIDS
wasn't going to limit itself to gay men. The commercial, in an effort to promote the use of condoms, had
featured a beautiful young woman speaking with solemn sincerity: "I'll do a lot of things for love," she had
said. "But I won't die for it."
The first time that Jack had seen it, he had gone apeshit. "Well then, it's notlove, is it?" he had yelled.
"It's onlyscrewing, isn't it? I mean, if it'slove, dying's one of theeasier things you'll do for it! If it'slove,
you'll crawl naked across a Wal-Mart parking lot covered with broken Coke bottles! If it'slove, you'll
starve yourself for a month and break the fast with a washtub full of horseshit! If it'slove, you'll do a jig
on a bed of nails while juggling hand grenades! It it'slove, you'll run a razor across your arm and write
poetry with the blood! If it'slove, you'll—"
He had stopped upon realizing that everyone else in the bar was staring at him.
Now, gazing up at the Moon, waiting, he finished the sentence he had started a few years before. "—sit
naked on the curb in January."
He knew that he should be freezing, but he didn't feel cold. Chilly, yes, but not so much so that he
couldn't keep himself from shivering. His skin wasn't even goose pimpled. The one thing that did bother
him was that his genitals had shrunk up tight against his body. Lily might be less than impressed. But Jack
knew that the condition wouldn't last long. Lily's effect on him was incredible.
This would be only the third time that they had seen each other, but she was already the motivation
behind everything he thought and did. He was grateful. For almost nine months before meeting her, Jack
had cared about nothing. He hadn't been cynical or depressed. He just hadn't cared. With Natalie gone,
he had been unable to work up any emotion of any kind over anything at all. He had remembered yelling
at the TV in the bar as if it were a scene from a movie starring someone he didn't recognize.
Even the presidential campaign and election had left him unmoved. When one of his friends had asked
him why he hadn't voted, he couldn't even explain his apathy by saying that the candidates were all
bastards anyway. The truth, he had admitted, was that he didn't care if one of themwasn't a bastard, or
that one of them might even make a positive difference in the course of national events.
He just didn't care.
On an intellectual level, he had been concerned about this emotional flatness, because he knew that it
meant something was wrong with him. Whatever it was hadn't always been wrong, and despite what his
friends thought, it hadn't gone wrong all at once. Once upon a time, Jack had been laughing, crying, and
raging with the best of them. He had protested injustice, howled at comedians, yelled at the TV, and
fallen in and out of love. But it seemed to him that somewhere along the line he had contracted a slow,
chronic virus that had drained the juice from him at a trickle—and then Natalie had wrecked her car in
the rain, and the trickle had become a torrent, leaving him empty and dry.
But one week after Election Day, on the night of the first full Moon after Halloween, he had met Lily at
the Avenue B Grocery. She had commented on the weather, and they had continued talking as they
walked out of the store. They had wound up standing outside his apartment building, and after less than
an hour of conversation, Jack had not only remembered everything that he had yelled at the TV in the
bar, but had wanted to do all of those things and more to prove his love for Lily. He had told her so. She
had laughed and asked him how he could be willing to crawl over broken glass for her when they had
only just met and she hadn't done so much as kiss him on the cheek.
Jack hadn't had a good answer, so instead he'd said, "I'm a time traveler. In the future we're lovers.
That's why I'll do anything you want—because in the future I'm already crazy about you."
"So how did we meet?" Lily had asked.
"Just like this," Jack had answered. "I came back to make sure it happened."
Lily had smiled. "What a coincidence. I came here just to make sure I met you, too. But I'm not from the
future. I'm a goddess from the Moon."
After that, she had gone into his apartment with him, spent the night, and then disappeared for a month.
Jack had tried everything he could think of to find her, including putting an ad in the notorious Personals
section of theAustin Chronicle. But nothing had worked.
Then, on the night of December 9, she had appeared at his door. She'd had a hell of a time finding him,
she'd said. Not only had he failed to wait naked in the light of the full Moon—standard procedure, she'd
said—but there happened to be a lunar eclipse that night that had disoriented her. She had been half blind
and lost while the Earth's shadow had covered the Moon, and she wasn't happy about it.
But she'd let him make it up to her.
Tonight Jack wasn't taking any chances. If he could see Lily only once a month, it was doubly important
to avoid the risk of blowing it. So, cold or not, shrunken gonads or not, he was waiting outside on the
curb in the light of the full Moon. He felt a little stupid, but he figured that love was supposed to make
you feel stupid. At the very least.
A car went by, moving slowly. Jack cringed as it passed. A man and a woman were inside the car, and
Jack thought he saw the woman look right at him. When the car was past, he told himself that he was
being paranoid. The woman's expression had not been one of shock at seeing a naked man on the curb.
It had just been a dull, bored stare out the window. There would not be any trouble. There couldn't be,
at least not until after Lily had come to him and gone away again.
As Jack worried about the woman in the car, a shadow passed over him. He looked up but saw only
the streetlamps and the Moon. Then he heard a rustle, and he looked down again. Lily had come. She
stood in the street, smiling. She was wearing a blue dress and a white scarf, and she had let her black hair
down so that it cascaded over her shoulders.
"Jack," she said. Her voice told him that she was happy with him. "Look what you've done for me.
You'll catch your death."
She came toward him then, her clawed bird-feet clicking against the asphalt. She had worn shoes when
they had first met, but there were no secrets between them now.
Jack stood. He had forgotten all about the cold, all about the car that had passed, all about everything
except Lily.
"This is nothing," he said. "You should see the way I climb rivers and swim mountains."
Lily laughed and came into his arms. They kissed, and Jack felt dizzy. The scent of her hair, the soft
pressure of her lips, and the firm resilience of her body charged and overloaded his senses. As Lily broke
the kiss, Jack toppled backward and landed on his rump on the sidewalk.
He groaned. "You're going to kill me," he said.
"If you're lucky," Lily said. She tilted her head and cast a wry look down his body. "But you seem to be
all right so far."
It was true: The base of Jack's spine ached, but everything else felt great. He stood, ignoring the popping
sounds, and said, "Want to go inside?"
Lily shrugged her shoulders, teasing him. "Oh, I don't know. I'm more of an outdoor type. Wouldn't you
like an open-air experience?"
"I've been having an open-air experience for the past half hour," Jack said. "I'd like an indoor one now,
with a bed. And warm air from the wall vent."
Lily sighed. "You're so conventional. I'll race you." She bolted for the stairs on the outside of Jack's
building. As she passed Jack, she trailed a fingernail across his chest.
"Yow!" Jack cried. He started after her, but she was already up the stairs and inside the apartment
before he'd made it halfway. She was as fast as a falcon. Her clawed feet hadn't even seemed to touch
the ground.
Jack ran after her, but he didn't make it to the stairs. A cop tackled him from behind, and he landed
facedown in the dormant flower bed at the edge of the parking lot.
The cop cuffed Jack's hands behind his back, hauled him to his feet, and shoved him toward the patrol
car while reciting his rights.
Jack was stunned. He hadn't heard a siren or even the patrol car's engine. But then, he had been
preoccupied. He spat the dirt out of his mouth and then looked down to see if what he feared was true.
Sure enough, he was still what one of his old girlfriends had called "perky." He suspected that this would
not look good on the arrest report.
He tried to convince the cop to let him go upstairs to put on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, but the cop
was having none of it. The cop had a blanket in the car, he said, and Jack could cover himself with that.
The cop would then have the blanket burned.
Another patrol car arrived then, its siren silent but lights flashing. The cop who emerged from this car
was more sympathetic to Jack's plight, albeit amused.
"Let's get some pants on this guy before that thing goes off," the second cop said.
So the cops took Jack up to his apartment. Lily was not there, and Jack didn't think that either of the
cops had seen her, so he didn't mention her. No sense in getting them both in trouble.
He discovered that it was difficult to pull on a pair of jeans with his hands cuffed behind his back. The
cops wouldn't help. They were busy searching the place for evidence that Jack was a criminal of some
kind—or, rather, of another kind than they already knew he was. They didn't find any, and they seemed
disappointed.
"Not even aPlayboy orPenthouse," the first cop grumbled. "What are you, strictly an exhibitionist?"
"Actually," Jack said, struggling with his jeans, "I'm an engineer. Or I was, anyway."
"Perverts associate trains with sex," the second cop murmured to the first.
"Not that kind of engineer," Jack said. His jeans were stuck at crotch level because he was even now
exhibiting perkiness. It was beginning to be embarrassing. "Could one of you guys give me a hand?"
"In your dreams, pervo," the first cop said. The second cop applauded.
CHAPTER 2
Carolyn's Orgasm Gave Her Hiccups
Carolyn's orgasm gave her hiccups, so she got up after Artie fell asleep and went into the bathroom to
hold her nose and drink a glass of water. It didn't work, so she sat on the toilet, put her head between
her knees, and hyperventilated. That didn't work either, but she got a slight rush when she stood up
again, so it was almost worth it. For just a moment the buzzing in her ears and the pulsing darkness at the
edge of her vision reminded her of some of her old drug experiences. A few of those days had been
happy ones, although they'd almost killed her.
The hiccups were now stronger than ever, sending her entire upper body into quick convulsions. She
had no idea why this happened so often with Artie. It had never happened with any of the other men
she'd been with. But then, she hadn't come with most of them anyway. With Artie, coming was almost
frighteningly easy, as if she were under the spell of some dark magic whenever they made love—except
that half the time, the magic turned to hiccups as soon as they were finished. Carolyn couldn't help but
think that it was a punishment for enjoying herself.
Artie appeared in the bathroom doorway, still naked, rubbing his sleep-sagged face. "You okay?" he
asked blearily.
Carolyn nodded, but took a step back from him. Artie still had the thick vanilla smell of his semen about
him. It was a smell that Carolyn liked during the moment, but not afterward. "Yeah, I'm—hurp—fine,"
she said. "It's just these goddamn mother—hurp—fucking hiccups again." She gave him a sharp look.
"Sometimes I think you do it to me on—hurp—purpose."
Artie gave her a sleepy smile. "How could I do that?"
It pissed Carolyn off. She was being racked by spasms of near-epileptic proportions, and here the smug
little prick who had done it to her was laughing about it.
"You think it's funny?" she said. "You think it's fucking—hurp—funny?"
Artie's smile disappeared. "No, babe, I just—"
Carolyn was having none of it. "You can just keep your—hurp—penis to yourself for a week or two,
that's what you can—hurp—do. See how funny you think that—hurp—is."
Artie looked at the floor, avoiding the direct glare of Carolyn's anger. "Have you tried swallowing a
teaspoon of dry sugar?" he asked.
Carolyn didn't bother answering. She hadn't tried it this time, but she'd tried it before, and it never
worked. Artie knew that. Or maybe he was just too stupid to remember from one night to the next.
She looked at him standing there in the doorway. He was twenty-three years old with a golden, muscled
body and a smooth, boyish face that only needed shaving every three days. And for someone so young,
he was an amazing lover. When they weren't in bed, though, he irritated the living shit out of her.
That wasn't always his fault, and Carolyn knew it, and felt guilty about it. But she couldn't help herself.
There was just something about him that got on her nerves and wouldn't get off.
It didn't help that she was thirty-seven, and that she didn't think she would be able to hold his interest
forever. She knew that she was still physically beautiful—she had long legs, amber hair, blue eyes, good
skin—but she also knew that with their age difference, Artie was going to stay beautiful longer than she
was.
"Just go on back to—hurp—sleep," Carolyn said. She wasn't angry now, just tired of having to deal
with the hiccups and Artie at the same time. "I'll come back to—hurp—bed as soon as this is over."
Artie nodded. "Okay." He started to turn away, then paused. "Say, did you see that owl outside our
window while we were screwing? Biggest one I ever saw."
Carolyn was getting a headache. "No, I—hurp—didn't. When we're making love, I'm paying attention
to—hurp—you."
Artie reddened. "Well, I was paying attention to you too, babe. But I mean, I heard this owl fly up, and
when I checked it out it was like it was looking at us between the blinds, and then it flew off, and it—"
Carolyn just stared at Artie and hiccupped twice.
"Well, it was big," Artie said, turning away.
Carolyn watched the muscles of his back and butt as he left and knew that many women would envy
her. But those women didn't know how much work a guy like this could be. He was never mean or
deliberately hurtful, but he was unsocialized and naive. Sometimes she even thought that he was flat-out
dumb.
Still, there were compensations. He could be awfully sweet. And he would do anything that Carolyn told
him to do. Although that in itself was irritating too, sometimes.
Carolyn tightened the belt of her robe, which had come loose during the past few hiccups, and headed
for the kitchen to make a cup of tea with honey. It never cured her hiccups, but it gave her something to
do while she waited for them to go away.
The telephone rang just as the teapot started whistling, and Carolyn was startled. The glowing blue
numerals on the microwave oven said that it was 11:43 P.M. No one called her this late. Her friends all
knew better. So that meant that this was either an emergency or one of Artie's idiot pals. Or one of his
ex-girlfriends calling him for comfort because the new guy wasn't being nice to her.
Let it ring, let the machine get it. She had tea to make.
Carolyn was pouring the hot water into a mug when Jack's voice blared from the answering-machine
speaker. "Carolyn!" he bellowed. "Hi! It's Jack! How ya doin'? Hope everything's great! Uh, let's see,
why'd I call? Oh yeah! I'm in jail!"
Boiling water splashed onto the kitchen counter, and Carolyn yelped, dropping the teapot and jumping
away to avoid being scalded. The teapot knocked over the mug, which rolled off the counter and broke
on the floor. Water and bits of ceramic sprayed everywhere.
Carolyn scrambled around the mess to the phone, picking up the receiver with one hand and punching
off the answering machine with the other.
"Jack?" she yelled. "Jack? What do you mean, you're in jail?"
There was a brief silence, then Jack's voice again. "Hey, you're there," he said. "I'm sorry to bother you,
but I wanted to let you know that I'm in jail."
Carolyn couldn't stand it. She had no idea why all of the men she'd had in her life were as stupid as
stumps. "You already said that. I want to know why you're there."
"Well, I was outside my apartment, naked," Jack said, "and a police officer saw me."
"What the fuck were you doing outside naked?"
Jack sighed. "It was a misunderstanding."
Carolyn was willing to bet that was the biggest understatement she'd heard all week, but she decided to
let it go for now. Jack was a friend, and he was in trouble. She could get the details later.
"I guess I'd better come down and bail you out," she said.
"Oh, you don't have to do that," Jack said. He sounded surprised that Carolyn would even think of such
a thing.
"Then why'd you call me?" she asked. "Don't you need to be bailed out?"
There was another brief silence. "Well, I—I guess I don't really know," Jack said. "They just told me
that I could call someone, so I did."
Carolyn's attitude softened. Jack sounded like a child. In fact, ever since Natalie's death, he had seemed
like nothing so much as a confused little boy. Carolyn began to feel sorry for being annoyed with him, and
then had a sudden memory of the first time she had made love with him back in college. He had been
clumsy and quick, and she had been annoyed with him then, too. Afterward, he had confessed that she
was his first. That had stunned her. At nineteen, she had already lost track of how many other partners
she'd had, but she knew that she hadn't been the first time for any of them. And Jack had seemed so cool
and world-weary when she'd met him in the cafeteria that she'd never dreamed he'd turn out to be a
goofy kid in bed.
Later she had realized that it had actually made her like him.
That had been eighteen years ago, and now she found herself feeling the same way about him again. He
was a goofy kid who had gotten himself into something he couldn't handle, and she wanted to take care
of him.
"Okay," Carolyn said. "I'll be there as soon as I can."
"You don't have to—"
"I said I'll be there, all right?" Carolyn paused, remembering, amazed that she and Jack were still friends
after so many years. After Halle and Katy and Natalie and everything else. "And listen, I'm—I'm glad
you thought to call me. I would've figured you'd call Steve and Katy."
"Well, I tried to," Jack said, "but I got their answering machine. They go out on Fridays sometimes,
though, so I'm sure they're okay."
Carolyn's irritation returned. "Yeah, I'm sure."
"And then I tried to call Halle, but a babysitter answered. Halle has a date tonight. Isn't that great?"
Carolyn squatted and began picking up the broken pieces of ceramic. The water on the floor was still
warm, but not hot enough to burn. "Yeah. Great."
"So then I called you."
"Gee," Carolyn said dryly, "I'm so flattered to be on your list somewhere."
Another silence. "I don't understand," Jack said then.
"Never mind. You're downtown, right? Municipal Court building, second floor?"
"Yup. I've got black ink all over my fingers. I can't figure it out. I mean, why fingerprint me? My hands
arealways naked. It's the rest of me that the arresting officer will have to identify, isn't it?"
Carolyn didn't respond to that. Instead, she said, "Don't worry. I've bailed out people before." Most of
them had been her boyfriends. The most recent one, in fact, had been Artie, on a drunk and disorderly
not long after she'd met him.
Jack had waited longer, but he had finally proven himself to be like all the others—in this one respect, at
least. The realization made Carolyn angry.
"But just what the hell were you doing naked out in public?" she asked again. "I mean, Jesus, Jack, what
was going through your head?"
Jack answered without hesitation. "I was waiting on a goddess from the Moon," he said. "Her name is
Lily."
"Lily," Carolyn repeated. She was having trouble processing the information.
"Lilith, to be accurate," Jack said. "But I like to call her Lily. You know that old Who song 'Pictures of
Lily'? She makes me think of that song."
Carolyn stood and dropped the broken bits of the mug into the wastebasket beside the refrigerator.
"Better hang up now, Jack," she said. "I'll be right there."
"Okay. You're a pal. Bye." There was a click, and the line was dead.
Carolyn stared at the receiver for a few seconds, then slapped it into its cradle. She was Jack's "pal."
Seventeen years ago she'd aborted his baby, and now she was his "pal."
She couldn't think of anyone who had a weirder and more fucked-up life than she had. Maybe Halle or
Natalie. Except that Natalie didn't have any life at all anymore.
"Whozzat onna phone?" Artie shuffled into the kitchen. He was wearing his pajama bottoms now, but
they were riding low and exposing the golden curls of his pubic hair. Carolyn felt a quick rush of lust, but
suppressed it.
"That was my friend Jack."
Artie squinted at her through a fog of sleep. "Jack? Dude whose wife got killed on Valentine's Day?"
"That's the one." Carolyn pushed past Artie and went down the hall into their bedroom. She shrugged
out of her robe and began pulling on jeans and a sweatshirt.
Artie followed her. "Whazz goin' on? Where you goin'?"
"Jack's in trouble. I'm going down to the city jail to see if I can help."
Artie seemed to snap awake. He pulled off his pajama bottoms and began getting dressed too.
Carolyn looked at him sidelong as she sat on the edge of the bed and tied her shoes. "What do you think
you're doing?"
"I thought I'd go with you," Artie said.
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