Tuesday, April 2, 2019

Never Mind Four

Elodie looks at the card.

Perth Institute of Contemporary Arts.

And the woman's name.

Grace Swan.

Grace Swan is already on her way back to business class.

What is she thinking?

We don't know yet.

Grace Swan, says Elodie. PICA. I wonder what her proposition will be?

As long as she helps us to get to Lake Jasper, says Gaius.

Contemporary Arts, says Elodie. That could be anything. But obviously, it involves Baby Pierre and his bicycle.

She looks at Baby Pierre, who is thinking the same thing himself.

Is his bicycle artistic?

Is he?

He dreams up various scenarios.

One: That Grace Swan wants him to star in a movie. He will be riding to Lake Jasper. On the way he will meet various spiders. They will be attracted by the hypnotic green spin of his wheels. The spinning wheels will be a kind of leitmotif for the movie

Two: That Grace Swan wants him to pose for a statue. He is doing a wheelie. No, not a wheelie,  more likely a stoppie. It will depict the exact moment at which the stoppie begins. It will win prizes.

Three: He is in a museum. He is doing a performance. He rides his bicycle through a webby curtain. Now he is covered in webs. He continues to ride his bicycle through a maze of upturned terracotta pots. He doesn't hit any. But the audience knows that inside each pot is a spider. So there is tension.

Four: Never mind four.

We can see that Baby Pierre is naturally artistic.

Meanwhile Elodie is reeling off a list of hotels they might stay in, in Perth.

Crowne Plaza, one hundred and twenty five dollars, says Elodie. A polished hotel with a rooftop pool.

Anything cheaper? asks Gaius.

Baileys, a streamlined option with an outdoor pool, one hundred and thirteen dollars.

Keep going, says Gaius.

Aloft Perth, overlooking the Swan River, rooftop terrace and outdoor pool, river views, one hundred and four dollars.

Anything under a hundred? asks Gaius.

There is actually. Bailey's Motel. A modest pick with a pool and Italian dining. Seventy three dollars.

Bingo, says Gaius. Book that.


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