“John, I am going to tear Garbo away from you for a bit, and there is something I think you should hear from Valia,” Greta said as she took Garbo by the hand to sit on a bench. Valia wandered off with John to let him hear the style of music she had been creating with her plants, and to offer a lesson in plant composing.
“So, now I hear you are being introduced to movie making yes?” Garbo asked.
“Yes, well we had a small part in a movie, and now we are being sent to an awards show in Hollywood this weekend, and we are getting more offers for starring roles.” Greta replied.
“Awards ceremony, you must not go if you want to have a career you can make a difference with, a career you can be proud of when you are ninety and spending a lot of time remembering,” Garbo said. “I was nominated for awards I never wanted, and never won them, you see they meant nothing to me, and meant nothing to my work.”
“I know, I dread the thought of going, but Valia and I have a very special ability you see, and I thought it might be a good outlet for us to reach many people.”
“You don’t need an awards ceremony to do that child, your art will speak for itself, and what you add to that with your special abilities will be more than enough,” Garbo smiled.
“I cannot tell you how happy I am that I met you,” Greta smiled giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
“If I had met you when I was in my prime, I would have screamed my love for the Sapphic side from the highest mountain top with the cameras rolling.” Garbo giggled. “You know I loved the Beatles, no one really knows that,” she continued seeing John and Valia approaching, “one song in particular I love titled Here, There and Everywhere. To me, this song speaks about my work and my lovers. I know of no song that speaks about an awards ceremony.”
“Ha haaaaaa,” Greta laughed. “I suppose Valia and I can find another reason to wear designer dresses.”
“My darling Greta, you are a gorgeous woman, and a talented gorgeous woman at that, you don’t need any excuse to wear that designer dress, you already have it, in you and your lover Valia.”
“Valia, I think we are going to pass on the awards ceremony,” Greta grinned as she approached.
“Yes,” Valia replied.
“She is quite a composer, your work is going to be an overnight sensation,” John grinned.
They all sat on that park bench, laughing and enjoying each others company for the next few hours before the twins decided it was time to leave. “Come Valia darling, ve have some bad news and some good news to break to Teddy,” Greta laughed. “No to awards, yes to the movie offer.”
Garbo applauded and John joined in as well. “Always a pleasure girls,” John said.
“Will I see you again?” Greta asked.
“Yes my dear, I believe you will,” Garbo smiled before she vanished from sight.
Back at the apartment, Greta called and left a message for Teddy. “I have good news and bad news, call us as soon as you can.”
Valia came up behind her and wrapped her arms around her. “Perhaps, if your species manages to survive, one day we will be in the star archives,” she said.
“What I found out today is that we know who and what we are, and that is all that matters, whatever we do with our lives,” Greta replied.
“But you’ve always known that.”
“Yeah, but it is easy to get sidetracked,” Greta laughed turning and pushing Valia down onto the couch, their clothes strewn about the room before they landed on its velour surface. The plants began a revised version of one of Valia’s songs as they made love all over the living room.
Before settling into an Italian Tomato & Basil pizza from California Pizza Kitchen that had not yet been delivered, Greta took a call from Teddy. “California Pizza Kitchen may I help you?”
“Hello is this Greta, Valia, I can’t tell you apart,” Teddy said nervously. “Good news, bad news, what, who am I speaking to?”
“You are on speaker phone Teddy, we are both here.”
“So what do I want first, the good news, no the bad news, what is it, are you ok?” Teddy asked.
“Teddy, we came into each other’s lives and it has been a good thing,” Greta replied. “Valia and I simply cannot attend your awards show this weekend.”
“What, I was hoping you could, what happened?”
“It is a long story Teddy, perhaps one day I will tell it to you,” Greta continued, “the good news is that we have agreed to accept your movie offer if it still stands.”
“What, that, that’s great, Greta, Valia, that is wonderful news, I mean award ceremonies, what are they, I’ve never been, but hey, that is wonderful news, wonderful news.” Teddy laughed.
“The answer to our decision is in the Beatles song, Here, There and Everywhere,” Greta smiled trying not to laugh.
“Girls, I am overjoyed, now I don’t have to go out to California,” Teddy laughed before saying goodbye.
“The pizza is here,” Valia said prior to the doorbell ringing.
“You pay them and I will pour us something to drink,” Greta said.
When Valia returned with the pizza, she heard Greta singing, accompanied by the plants, “To lead a better life, I need my love to be here, Here making each day of the year, Changing my life with a wave of her hand, Nobody can deny that there’s something there, There running my hands through her hair, Both of us thinking how good it can be, Someone is speaking but she doesn’t know she’s there.” Valia smiled, put the pizza down on the table and joined in, “I want her everywhere, And if she’s beside me I know I need never care, But to love her is to need her, Everywhere knowing that love is to share, Each one believing that love never dies, watching her eyes and hoping I’m always there.” Greta walked into the room and placed the glasses on the table, the apartment now filled with the sound of a concert hall, “I want her everywhere, And if she’s beside me I know I need never care, But to love her is to need her, Everywhere knowing that love is to share, Each one believing that love never dies, Watching her eyes and hoping I’m always there, I will be there and everywhere, Here there and everywhere.”
Chapter 31
Sound And Vision
The twins were arm in arm, soaring high above Manhattan. “Did you know that the First Starbucks in Russia has opened?” Greta asked.
“Uh huh,” Valia grinned.
It was mid-November, and they were taking what Greta called, ‘the scenic route,’ to pop in on the gathering at the United Nations. When Greta heard about a woman who was gang raped in Saudi Arabia, then sentenced to six months in jail for being out without the permission of a male, and being out without a male member of the family, then given two hundred lashes for just talking about it, she wanted to hurt someone. “Let’s get this over with, it is such a gorgeous day and I promised the rest of it was to be set aside for you and your leaves.” Valia had started a collection of colorful fall leaves, and as long as the cold weather had taken to arrive, the color changes and falling leaves were happening late in the season.
In what seemed like a blink, the twins were standing before the Saudi Arabian delegation. I wanted to get a close look at a member of our species who finds it acceptable to treat women as nothing more that a fuck machine for their own personal enjoyment, Greta thought.
Come little sister, Valia thought, taking Greta by the hand to the center of the room. They JTIKED every member of the assembly to immediately address the woman’s plight in jail in Saudi Arabia, and to address the rights of women in general in every country on the planet that does not treat them as an equal. It would remain the order of business until the Saudi’s released the rape victim. They then JTIKED the Saudi delegation as they did the terrorists in San Francisco, only this time it would create a domino effect from the top down, forcing a change in the way they treat women. They then repeated the JTIK on every delegation from countries that treated women poorly. The countries where Female Genital Mutilaion was still practiced received an extreme JTIK calling on the pr
actice to end, but the reality of the vast numbers involved made Greta realize that this JTIK would take some time. “One day we will have to visit this Dark Continent,” Greta thought just before they vanished from the room, reappearing in their apartment.
Greta took two bottles of Fiji water from the fridge, threw a camera in her bag and headed out the door behind Valia, who was excited that she was going to be able to drive out to the country on such a sunny day. They headed out of town and into New Jersey for a one-hour trip south and west to the colorful region around Princeton and Delaware. The night before, Valia pointed to Princeton on a Google map and asked if they could travel there the next day.
As they drove along, Greta was treated to one of Valia’s latest creations with her plants on the c.d. player. Only she and Valia could hear the lyrics of the plants singing, but the song seemed perfect for the trip on such a gorgeous day. “That was remarkable,” Greta smiled.
“Really, my babies were not sure what you would think of it,” Valia replied.
“I love everything about you Valia, you, your work, your eyes, your thighs,” she giggled reaching down to run her hand up her blue jean covered leg.
When they arrived at Princeton, Valia seemed to be on a mission. They strolled through the wooded areas of campus collecting colorful leaves, eventually making their way to the Plasma Physics Lab. She reached for Greta’s hand, and in an instant the leaves were no longer crunching under their Keen loafers.
They were standing in a laboratory that Greta seemed to understand, which she thought was unusual at first, cramped and full of ongoing fusion experiments. Valia stood in front of a large blackboard and smiled. “They will never get it that way,” she said.
Greta watched as the formula on the blackboard changed before her eyes, still in the handwriting of the researcher who began it. Scientific symbols had always seemed like alien writing to her, and now she was sure that a few of the researchers would find the changes on the board looking a bit alien to their eyes. Valia then JTIKED the remaining blackboards in the labs and lecture halls to show copies of the new formula she created. She then touched Greta gently on the cheek and kissed her, as once again they were out in the sunlight with the fresh November air washing over them. A couple passing by simply looked at the sight of them kissing and smiled.
“Mmm, let me guess, that was not your grandmother’s recipe for chicken soup you just delivered in there?” Greta giggled.
“Yes, how did you guess?” Valia laughed reaching down for a brightly colored red leaf. Valia had given them the formula for cold fusion that could go into production immediately.
“I didn’t know they had chickens on your, ahem, continent.”
“Do you like this color?” Valia asked holding the bright red leaf up to the sunlight for her to see.
“Yes.”
Greta watched as Valia’s fingernails changed color to match the leaf, and then looked down to see hers were not changed. “Hey, Greta like, Greta wants to match.”
Valia just shook her head and laughed as Greta’s fingernails changed to match hers in color.
They strolled through parts of campus, Valia filling her plastic zip lock bag to what she felt was a comfortable capacity for the colorful contents.
Making their way back to the Pontiac, they noticed a lone figure standing in an open field waving to them. Greta thought that perhaps the wave was for someone else walking nearby, but the figure followed them as they walked, continuing to wave.
“Come on, it will be all right,” Valia said.
As they approached, once the figure removed his hat to reveal a silvery grey head of hair sticking out in every direction, she could see that it was Albert Einstein. “Good day ladies,” Albert said, “beautiful day isn’t it?”
“That it is,” Greta smiled, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Ah, but the pleasure is all mine,” he replied waving a finger at Valia. “My dear, I want to thank you for clearing up that messy snag at the lab earlier, I could have finally changed it nearly six months ago, but I do not have that option in my present state.”
“It is a basic approach for its use,” Valia smiled, ‘thank you.”
They walked through the field talking to him for nearly an hour. When Valia explained how she and her species were able to move through space, Albert seemed immediately rejuvenated.
“You’ve given me something new and refreshing to dream about Valia, thank you again,” Albert said as they offered their goodbyes.
“It has been our pleasure,” Valia replied.
“If you are ever in the neighborhood, please stop by to say hello,” Albert said, “I am usually somewhere on campus and should not be hard to find for someone such as yourselves.” Saying that, he vanished.
“That was pretty awesome,” Greta said.
“Yes, I think he has a crush on you.” Valia giggled.
“Me, you’re the mega brain in this family,” Greta laughed.
“Let us go, I need a Starbucks,” Valia said.
“Yes,” Greta replied as she started singing, “I could while away the hours, Conferrin’ with the flowers, Consultin’ with the rain, And my head I’d be scratchin’, While my thoughts were busy hatchin’, If I only had a brain.”
When they arrived back at the Pontiac, the twins heard a timid sounding male voice shout, “Wait, please.” They turned to see a tall slender young man talking to them. “Thank you.”
“And why do you owe thanks to us?” Greta asked.
“My name is Alan, Alan Feinstein,” he replied, “I saw what you did in the lab.”
“Really, and what lab would that be?” Greta asked trying to play dumb. Valia, is it possible that we can be seen when? Greta thought.
No. Valia replied in thought.
“The lab where, in the blink of an eye, you were able to change the way mankind will power itself,” Alan replied.
Valia, help me out here, Greta thought.
“There was no one in the lab we visited earlier,” Valia said.
“Actually, I was there, but you could not see me,” Alan replied. “I was cloaked, an invention of mine, top secret actually, you are the only people who know of it.”
It sure seems like a shame to JTIK someone with such a fabulous mind, Greta thought.
We’re not going to, Alan is your generations Einstein, only he will take your species further than Albert ever dreamed because of this day, Valia replied in thought.
“Well your secret is safe with us Alan,” Valia smiled.
“And yours with me Valia, or is it Greta, you are so hard to tell apart,” Alan replied.
The twins gave him a serious stare like they were wondering how he knew their names, even though they already knew the answer.
“Perget Archives, I have been a fan of your’s for months,” Alan blushed.
“Alan, if you ever hit a snag, just tell the nearest bird you see to get ahold of us,” Valia said as she reached out to shake his hand.
“I will, well thank you again, I have so much work to do, drive safely,” Alan smiled as he turned to walk back to his lab.
“We still need that Starbucks, yes?” Valia asked.
“Yes.”
When they arrived back at their apartment, Greta found an envelope in their mailbox with the word Green written on it. Krystyna was still on vacation in Europe, so they looked in on her apartment to feed her cat and water her plants. The twins now owned the building, having purchased it from Constance after Valia won her own Lottery prize of thirty six million dollars the weekend before Halloween. They had begun converting the floor between their apartment and Krystyna’s into a plant filled ‘recording paradise’ as Valia put it.
“Have fun playing with your babies,” Greta smiled, “baby sister is going to heat up her award winning lasagna.”
“Mmm, a quiet dinner at home,” Valia grinned.
Greta popped her lasagna into the oven, and then sat down to open the mail. She threw the bills into a pil
e and would later give them to Krystyna who she ‘employed’ to see they all got paid in time since she never seemed to know from day to day where their lives might take them. She looked curiously at the Green envelope and opened it. Inside, the message simply read, “Love your video Green, Please call me, 212-429-1229, B.” She put the message back in the envelope and set the table, complete with candles. When she was satisfied everything was perfect, right down to the food on their plates, she summoned Valia.
Valia darling, she thought.
Mmm, let me guess, you want to know where the corkscrew is? Valia giggled.
Dinner is served, make sure you wash all the soil from your hands before you sit down to eat, I am using our very finest restaurant ware, Greta giggled.
In a few moments Valia was standing behind her kissing Greta on the neck, her hands still moist from washing them. “Smells good, you really know how to cook little sister,” Valia purred.
“Oh darling you better stop that or we are going to be eating a cold dried out dinner,” Greta moaned.
“Can I help?”
“Have a seat my dear, I have it all under control.”
Valia sat down and looked at the Green envelope Greta had leaning against her wine glass. She picked it up and put it to her forehead. “It is from a man, a musical man, an artist, a very powerful musical man,” she giggled.
“B, hmmmm, let me guess, Bono?”
“Nope.”
“Beatles?”
“Uh uh.”
“Dinner is getting cold, Bowie,” Greta said as she poured some hot pasta sauce over the top of Valia’s slice of lasagna.
“That is correct.”
“Oh my, I am impressed.” Greta said. “He is a very powerful musical wizard indeed.”
Valia had discovered that she had a weakness for good pasta. Each time she ate one of her small bites of it, she would moan with delight. “My babies love the way the house smells when you cook,” Valia smiled.
“You know, he has good taste, your Green music video is beyond awesome.”
“He will expect an explanation for how it was accomplished, and that cannot be done without disclosure or JTIK,” Valia said.
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