There was silence as they crossed the bridge.
``Who did kill those men?'' she asked.
``You wouldn't believe me if I told you.''
``I would.'' She sounded angry now. He wondered if bringing the wine to the dinner
had been a wise idea. Life was certainly not a cabernet right now.
``It's not easy to believe.''
``I,'' she told him, ``can believe anything. You have no idea what I can believe.''
``Really?''
``I can believe things that are true and I can believe things that aren't true and I can believe
things where nobody knows if they're true or not. I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter
Bunny and Marilyn Monroe and the Beatles and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen--I believe that
people are perfectable, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels
and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look like wrinkledy lemurs and bad
ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women. I believe that the future sucks and
I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come
back and kick everyone's ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems
communicating and that the decline in good sex in America is coincident with the decline in
drive-in movie theatres from state to state. I believe that all politicians are unprincipled
crooks and I still believe that they are better than the alternative. I believe that California
is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into
madness and alligators and toxic waste. I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our
resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we'll all be wiped out by the common cold like
the Martians in War of the Worlds. I believe that the greatest poets of the last century
were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, that thousands of years ago
in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman. I believe that mankind's destiny lies in the
stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it's aerodynamically
impossible for a bumblebee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there's a cat in a
box somewhere who's alive and dead at the same time (although if they don't ever open the box to
feed it it'll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the
universe billions of years older than the universe itself. I believe in a personal god who cares
about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the
universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn't even know that I'm alive.
I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck.
I believe that anyone who claims to know what's going on will lie about the little things too.
I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman's right to choose,
a baby's right to live, that while all human life is sacred there's nothing wrong with the death
penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust
the legal system. I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, that life is what
happens when you're alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.'' She stopped, out of
breath.
Shadow almost took his hands off the wheel to applaud. Instead he said, ``Okay. So if I tell you
what I've learned you won't think that I'm a nut.''
``Maybe,'' she said. ``Try me.''
``Would you believe that all the gods that people have ever imagined are still with us today?''
``...Maybe.''
``And that there are new gods out there, gods of computers and telephones and whatever, and that
they all seem to think there isn't room for them both in the world. And that some kind of war
is kind of likely.''
``And these gods killed those two men?''
``No, my wife killed those two men.''
``I thought you said your wife was dead.''
``She is.''
``She killed them before she died, then?''
``After. Don't ask.''
She reached up a hand and flicked her hair from her forehead.
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