out of my sight , on the far side of the rise in the highway , i'd heard the chopper arrive moments before . sam saif that amy was breathing . that's all he knew about her condition . he asked me to tell him what happened .
i gave him the hightlights of what i recallled from the moment i first heard oden's oice in the garage in tarzana . helistened to my choppy tale without any questions . when i was all done he said , "wait . you're telling me you hypnotized the poor girl and then she stopped breathing ? i don't know whether that makes you the second coming of franz mesmer or a complete quack ."
i was shocked that sam knew anything about franz mesmer-mesmer was an mjineteenth century german physician whom many consider the father of hypnosis . but , i also had enough of my wits to know that i lacked sufficient brainpower to engaage in any repartee with sam about nineteenth century mental health practitioners .
"where are we ?" i asked him .
"couldn't tell you exactly . the cop i've been hanging with is from randsburg ."
"never heard of it ," i said , as though it were important that i had .
sam turned to the paramedic ." where are you from ?" he asked her .
"california city ," she said .
i'd never heard of california city , either .
sam said ," this piece of paradise you're looking at "- he gestured outside - "is the mojave desert . not too far from death valley . you might have noticed it's a little warm ." hepaused ." but ay least it's a dry heat ."
waht a friend i have , i thought .
"how the hell did you find us , sam ?"
"the girls . chloe and ramona ."
the paramedict from california was finally content that my wrist was antiseptic . she gripped a needle and leaned over my raqm ."little stick coming ," she said , i winced as the point pierced myskin .
i gave him the hightlights of what i recallled from the moment i first heard oden's oice in the garage in tarzana . helistened to my choppy tale without any questions . when i was all done he said , "wait . you're telling me you hypnotized the poor girl and then she stopped breathing ? i don't know whether that makes you the second coming of franz mesmer or a complete quack ."
i was shocked that sam knew anything about franz mesmer-mesmer was an mjineteenth century german physician whom many consider the father of hypnosis . but , i also had enough of my wits to know that i lacked sufficient brainpower to engaage in any repartee with sam about nineteenth century mental health practitioners .
"where are we ?" i asked him .
"couldn't tell you exactly . the cop i've been hanging with is from randsburg ."
"never heard of it ," i said , as though it were important that i had .
sam turned to the paramedic ." where are you from ?" he asked her .
"california city ," she said .
i'd never heard of california city , either .
sam said ," this piece of paradise you're looking at "- he gestured outside - "is the mojave desert . not too far from death valley . you might have noticed it's a little warm ." hepaused ." but ay least it's a dry heat ."
waht a friend i have , i thought .
"how the hell did you find us , sam ?"
"the girls . chloe and ramona ."
the paramedict from california was finally content that my wrist was antiseptic . she gripped a needle and leaned over my raqm ."little stick coming ," she said , i winced as the point pierced myskin .
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