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THE GRIFT OF THE MAGELLANAE
By Robin Wilson

What would mild-mannered Mr. Wilson know about grifting? Read on and see.

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ALTHOUGH BOBBY JUNCO has never taken much note of tales of UFOs, of
extraterrestrials skulking on mysterious errands, he does not long doubt that the two
creatures who show up one April morning in his Manzanita Street storefront office
are just that.

His first glimpse of them sparks a phrase from his beginnings in show
business, when he was still a kid doing summer road company Shakespeare thirty
years before:...none of woman born. But it takes him a while to accept the evidence
of his senses.

тАЬI mean,тАЭ he says early that afternoon to Marianne Kusic in the Downtown
Diner, тАЬthey looked sort of human, even kinda тАФ uh тАФ cute I guess. Maybe five
feet tall, tops, great big wet-lookinтАЩ eyes like on all those little dolls and animals you
got, real bushy eyebrows that kinda wiggle a lot, little pointy ears sticking straight up,
couple of holes for a nose with тАФ urnтАФ whiskers kinda like a catтАЩs, little tiny
mouths without hardly any lips and what looks sorta like a snakeтАЩs tongue when they
talk. I mean they were weird.тАЭ

Marianne sets his hamburger and fries on the damp counter between them.
Tall in starchy peach, blonde hair up, a pencil inserted above her left ear, she is wary
of BobbyтАЩs wild tales, even wilder schemes. The son of a roustabout and a
short-lived tattooed lady about whom he has only fragmentaryтАФ albeit colorful тАФ
memories, he has spent nearly all but the last five of his forty-eight years in show
business, mostly carnivals. He feels at home in a world of humbug and illusion that
she does not think she can share, which saddens her. She believes Bobby loves her
тАФ as she does him тАФ but she despairs that she can take a hand in those enterprises
which seem so much a part of him.

тАЬSo what were they wearing?тАЭ she asks him.

Bobby shakes his head: тАЬChrist, I donтАЩt know what they had on, babe. They
were тАФ uh тАФ kinda furry with some kinda plastic here, some shiny stuff there.тАЭ

тАЬWere you scared? I sure wouldтАЩve been.тАЭ

тАЬWell, for a second there I figured they were carnies working somebodyтАЩs
show, couple of freaks the guys down at The Wet Spot had sicced on me, and then
I took a good look. And you know what, Marianne? By the time I wound up here in
the boonies, man and boy, IтАЩd been with B & B and then Sanders Bros.
Amusements what? Thirty-five years; And before I started doinтАЩ advance, I was ride
jockey for the Tilt-O-Spin, steered for the Monte table, was a barker for Mr. Lifto,
hyped every sideshow exhibit they had. I mean your two-headed calves and your fat
lady and your human goat and the geek bit the heads off of live chickens тАФ all that