So, the “diff’rent shipment” Murray alluded to on page 9 was actually Wayne himself, eh? Well, at least that’s partially true. One gets the sense that even as Murray comes clean he’s still got an ace or two up his sleeve. Who’s this guy really working for, anyway? Well, I reckon it’ll all come to light in another 130 pages or so… just kidding, we’ll get a pretty good idea of that next week.
Wayne in the Northern lands
Wayne finally receives a message from the resistance organization he was inquiring about during his apprenticeship at a henchberry orchard near Ikuma. SOAR (Silnai Organic Agriculture Resistance), as Murray explains, is a name used for recruitment purposes, as the network that he works with is ultimately nameless in spite of a multiplicity of aliases, acronyms and a.k.a’s. And what does the message say? Wellsir, that’ll be more or less revealed on the next page…
Murray has plans to get at least four cups of coffee during their upcoming visit to the Superknights truck stop. That’s the kind of goal-setting I can admire. As for Wayne, it looks like he’ll be speaking with someone on the phone in order to strike some sort of “mutually beneficial” deal that might get him the information he’s been after – the whereabouts of Fal and Cedzik, the two people from the Grady Orchard who spirited him away to safety and then disappeared. I don’t know, maybe I’m jaded. How “mutually beneficial” is it really going to be? I mean, Wayne’s already worked for free for the entire growing season at the orchard near Ikuma. These people better have some good intel, is all I’m saying! I’ll be watching this situation closely as it develops. Really closely, you know what I mean?
Behold, the power of Merkur espresso hyperconcentrate gel. The entire “liquid gold” jubilation sequence is drawn from life experience. Although Merkur doesn’t actually exist in our world, cold-brewed toddy does. That stuff takes you into the caffeine slipstream, man. “Liquid gold” is how my good friend Adrian described its effects, its sensation, its overall synaesthetic effect. Naturally, I’m inclined to agree, and thus in my own hamfisted way, I have immortalized some transmuted form of the moment into heavy blacks and mass hatching here, weaving it into the absurdist tapestry of this story here at the end of chapter 4. And thus, with the notion of such sweet, hyper sentimentality imbued both in the “printed” page and in my excessive, probably run-on-sentence-ridden explanatory prose down here, I must bid to you, my wonderfully accommodating and patient readers, fare-thee-well! Until we meet again! On some unknown day when chapter 5 will begin, and we will learn more, ever so much more about… Meredith “Bloom” Banks.