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‘Besides, I actually like Showalter, what I’ve read of her work, anyway. But Chris, I promise, I’ll be careful. If I can’t find someone to walk with me, I’ll take a cab.’
    â€˜Okay.’ He sounded resigned, rather than happy. ‘And don’t forget, you can always come over to the Science Center.’
    â€˜I love you, Chris Sorenson.’
    â€˜Good.’ He was fully awake now. ‘So have some pity on me, and stay safe, okay?’
    It might not have been Chris’s intention to make Dulcie feel better, but his concern warmed her – and took the edge off Rogovoy’s warning. To think things out further, Dulcie decided, she really needed sustenance. She was halfway to Lala’s, her favorite lunch spot, when her phone rang again. Hoping it might be Chris, she answered without looking.
    â€˜Dulcie! I’m so glad I caught you.’ Lucy, Dulcie’s mother, was often on the edge of a crisis. ‘You’re in danger! Terrible danger!’
    â€˜Hi, Lucy.’ Dulcie kept walking. Her mother’s excitable state was part and parcel of their, at times, strained relationship, and she didn’t want to escalate things by telling her what had happened. ‘How are you?’
    â€˜How did you—?’ Her mother caught herself, sputtering, and Dulcie smothered a chuckle. In some ways, her mother was reassuringly predictable. ‘Never mind, you didn’t call me to talk about the ergot crisis.’
    â€˜I didn’t call you at all,’ Dulcie looked both ways before crossing Mass. Ave. Just because her mother was loopy didn’t mean she should be foolhardy. Sometimes warnings made sense.
    â€˜Oh, you’re right.’ Lucy sounded sad. ‘Sometimes I feel like I have a twin – or, no, maybe it’s that
you
have a twin. A sister, who could help keep us in touch.’
    â€˜Yeah, well …’ Dulcie let her words trail off. Her mother meant well, but her constant attempts to build a substitute family had never really worked for her only child. Lucy might get some sense of sisterhood from the commune – or, as she called it, the arts colony – where the two had finally settled. Dulcie found that sense of connection in books. Besides, right now she had other things on her mind. ‘That’s not happening.’
    â€˜Not on this plane, anyway.’
    Point to Lucy, the eternal optimist. However, Dulcie was getting near the little café. ‘So what’s up, Mom? Besides – ah – the ergot incident?’
    â€˜Oh, that was horrible. How did I know that cooking would alter the effects so?’
    â€˜Is everyone okay?’ This sounded serious. ‘Are you?’
    â€˜Well, yes. More or less. Moonflower still thinks she’s going to change again the next time the moon comes around, but she’s always been very hormonal. But that’s what I wanted to talk to you about, Dulcie. To warn you.’
    â€˜To stay away from iffy rye bread?’ Dulcie loved her mother, and she knew Lucy loved her. Still, at times it was hard to take her seriously.
    â€˜No, Dulcinea. I’m being serious here. The ergot was only part of the message. Part of the warning.’ Dulcie was at Lala’s now and waited for her mother to tie things up. ‘You see, ergot has many functions in the spiritual quest. I mean, in addition to helping us fly.’
    â€˜Uh huh.’ Dulcie joined the queue for a seat and was hoping to speed things along.
    â€˜Dulcie, you’re not listening and you should be. You see, you’re just like your grandmother and her grandmother before her. I saw them, Dulcie. They came to me clear as, well, clear as moonlight. In fact, that was their message. They said, “’Ware the moon.”’
    â€˜Where the moon?’ Dulcie pondered how to respond. ‘You mean, like, in the sky?’
    â€˜No.’ Lucy sounded exasperated. ‘Not