"Ray Vukcevich - Rejoice" - читать интересную книгу автора (Vukcevich Ray)

And this, I said, and put a small wrapped package next to the body.

What is it?

A mustache.

I peeled back the waxed paper and she leaned in close to look.

So small, she said, one might even say, prissy.

But just the thing, considering the rest of the getup. If it ever gets here.
Mucho! There. Just look at how it seems to anchor the nose.

I think youтАЩve got it upside down.

Quite right. Look now, isnтАЩt that nice?

My assistant ran in with the pearls and shoes, and Elizabeth grabbed my arm
and hissed in my ear, my god that dog has hands!

Mucho Poocho is also an early model, I said, he said and reached out a hand
to the Wolfhound who snarled and stepped to the rail and stood gazing out at the
gray sea.

ItтАЩs not like youтАЩre born knowing how to put bodies together. Feeling a little
defensive, and more than a little put out at the hangdog look on MuchoтАЩs face, I
snatched the red shoes from his hand and fitted them onto the feet of the corpse.
The sudden color chased away my irritation and I pulled the head up off the table
and draped the string of pearls around the neck.

Next we hook up the hoses, I said.

So in the name of the bladder and of the bones and of the doily moist upon
his head, be quiet, Elizabeth, it is not peeing on you, and hold still, that one goes
there yes, push, push! Help her Mucho. Our ladтАЩs on the way. Hold this now. And
this while I crank out a new song for a new age and a new King of the Yeast.
 Oh, look, Elizabeth, canтАЩt you see the body becoming more inwardly mobile?

I cranked the crank, and the machine chewed pages, and the body moved like
a fleshy sack of puppies. Sparks danced from every silvery surface in the lab and
our hair stood on end and Mucho Poocho howled a long low Irish howl of lost
green days and lost green places.

The body sat up.

Telegram for Mr. juice!

I knew it, he cried, I knew you couldnтАЩt start the melodeum without me, not
without me, you wouldnтАЩt, you couldnтАЩt, not without me. Two thousand and fun!
Oh look at all the pretty lights! I explode from the wilderness, your Dudeoronomy