“Snowlands, huh?” Frank Lynn repeats the location where Clucky says she’s moving to… 5 sections of a photo-novel into the future.
In the present (and just after the move):
“The temple and attached pool don’t seem to be much of an eyesore from here,” Frank Lynn talks only to himself now while staring out from the View at the view. “Must be something about Clocky instead. Maybe *he’s* still somewhere in the area and can be properly talked to.”
“Clocky?” Daisy Flathead answers him when he then walks down the hill to the revamped, reopened Hole in the Wall bar parallel to and in synch with the newly placed temple/pool complex and asks about the robot’s current location. “Kicked out by the ties.” Like tiles but different, Frank Lynn understands. Along the same lines.
“So he’s not going to be your bartender or anything?”
“Dunno, still. He *did* say he has experience, I’ll give him that.”
experience
“Tell me more about the tiles, I mean, ties,” Frank Lynn requests, taking another sip of Corona Non, his 3rd of the day. Can’t get enough of it! So tasty. Daisy picked the right Non for the house drink fer sure, he thinks.
“Ever heard of the band Tally Hall?”
“No,” he answers flatly. “Enlighten me.”
“Ever heard of the song ‘Banana Man’?”
“No again.”
“Their most famous. Probably. Unless it’s ‘Ruler of Everything’.”
“Sounds like you’re a fan, Daisy.” And here Frank Lynn starts thinking about her hair and its flatness. And it’s frizziness. Is she at least part African-American? Got him thinking along other lines too.
“Kind of,” she answers about the fan part. “But they wear ties — red, yellow, blue, green and also a gray to unite them all through drums. You have to have drums to complete a proper rock band. 4 isn’t enough in this case.”
“Hey, doesn’t Barry De Boy up on the hillside wear red ties?”
“Not when he is awake,” Daisy answers, and then Frank thinks she winks at him. Her hands move closer to his on the counter.
“Oh,” Frank says, and looks down. The 2 sets of hands get closer closer… overlap (!). (TBC)
Sunklands 