Radiance

“I don’t know what you think I had to do with any of it,” the radio star opines.

“You were one of the first of the robbers to come knocking at our door.”

“I beg your pardon! I was eight years old!”

“Oh, come off it. We know your voice. We’ve heard it over and over in our heads, sizzling back and forth like incandescent grease in an infinite pan. ‘When I looked upon that new world, splendid in every way and in every way terrible, I looked upon a tiger with stars falling from his striped tongue. I looked and saw my true bridegroom!’ I am not your bridegroom, sweetheart, but I shall be your tiger if I have to.”

Violet El-Hashem laughs long and hard. “Fishie, my love, it was only radio! The first time I set foot on Venus my publicist handed me a script, a contract, a cocktail, and slapped my bottom twice.”

“May I ask a question?” Arlo Covington raises his hand, still in its thick diving glove. Muck dribbles from the corner of his mouth and into his cool green drink.

“Hold your question for one moment, Arlo?” Anchises begs. “I fear some of our friends are getting rather upset. Let’s remember we’re all stuck in this together, shall we? We can play happy families for one evening, can’t we? Mariana? Violet?”

“Fine,” the girls grumble.

“Calliope? Let’s see some of that carefree callowhale we all know and love?”

“Fine,” spits the whale.

Anchises claps his hands together. “Now, Mum, you old scamp, get up here.”

Severin Unck disentangles herself from Erasmo and skips up to the bar, where she fixes herself another gimlet.

“Come on, Mumsy. You can tell us.”

“ARE WE POISONOUS?” holler Erasmo, Maximo, Mariana, Santiago, and Arlo, collapsing into helpless giggles.

But that’s not Anchises’s question. “Are you dead?”

Severin’s celluloid eyes twinkle. She taps her nose with a silvery finger. “I don’t want to spoil it.” She smirks. “Never go swimming for at least an hour after lunch, kids!”

Madame Mortimer stands up, stroking her eye patch as she thinks. “The only reason anyone thought twice about the whole business was on account of the footage of your bloody great eyeball, Calliope. Normally, death requires a body; but there are many exceptions, and this easily qualified. Callowdiving is a dangerous profession at the best of times. The careless are atomized like a ball of af-yun. It’s tragic, but it’s happened a thousand times without all this Sturm und Drang and beating of breasts. Without that little filmstrip, it’s an open and shut case.”

Mary Pellam pipes up. “That, and the fact that Maxie-boy over there has blubbered all over the known universe that he killed her.”

Anchises nods. “Yes, I do think it’s time we had a whack at that, don’t you, Prospero, old friend?”

Maximo Varela does not stand. He salutes with his margarita. “Ah, but I did kill her, my boy.”

“Liar,” purrs Severin from behind the bar. She saunters back to Erasmo, bearing a fresh pink lady. She perches on the seat of his armchair. “Oh, what a big fat liar you are.”

“Are we playing the lying game?” yips Marvin the Mongoose. His whiskers sproing merrily. “I love that game! I’m aces at it! Pick me! Pick me! I killed Severin, too!”

“Who are you?” sighs Peitho Kephus in exasperation. “What do you have to do with any of this? What are you doing here?”

Marvin the Mongoose puts both paws over his mouth. He hiccups. “I don’t know!” he yips. “I hitched a ride with the octopus!”

Max’s plague-slicked face droops. “I’m telling the truth. I’m so sorry, Rin.”

Severin rolls her eyes. “Good grief, Max, whatever for?”

“I hit you.”

“I hit you, too. I’m comfortable with our score.”

Maximo’s sunken eyes fill with rheumy tears. “I shoved you. You fell onto the rocks.”

“I had a bruised arse. Big deal.”