Chapter Eight
The object of all this speculation was out walking the streets and boulevards of Paris lost in a haze. She walked for hours upon hours in the rain. People would look at her as if to say something and then went on their way. And so she continued. Not really thinking; just walking which felt at least purposeful. But to where she didn't know anymore than she could tell you who she was. She almost ran into a post but that actually turned out to be some kind of outdoor toilet. Yuck.
She started realizing she had gone a long way. A flock of pigeons flew towards her. She was in Montmarte walking up these long steps. People had left bread crumbs and the pigeons were pecking at each other as much as at the soggy crumbs. Her nose twitched and suddenly she had a bird in her mouth, greedily sucking it dry. And then proceeded to throw it up. Hey, what's up? She wondered. Since when can't I stomach a tasty treat like that? So what do I eat? Figs and grapes. And she could see a whole golden tray of strange fruits and even stranger looking little pieces of meat shaped like cakes being held for her by her slaves.
Collies head wanted to explode; maybe she would like that to happen if only it would keep her from this piercing headache. What was happening to her?
She went down towards a fountain. Pictures were flooding her brain. She saw herself with a shoulder length black wig with a crown woven into it above the bangs. And she was wearing bracelets of gold on her arms. They were shaped like serpents as was her crown. And holy crap, the slaves were lying on their bellies before her calling her a Goddess. In Egypt.
Her headache peaked and with it she slipped into unconsciousness.
"Mom, I, uh, guess I'm with some guy who's called a gendarme in the what arrondisement, eh what's that en Anglais, 18th district near Montmarte. Here, I'll let him give you directions.
I guess I'm fine. The headache and fuzziness are gone but Mom, you're not gonna believe what I just dreamed."