The Stupidest Angel: A Heartwarming Tale of Christmas Terror(29)

 

"Uh, I — " Theo was thinking about the graveyard sex followed by the fight he'd had with Molly last night.

 

"So I'm going to change the association. Watch this." Gabe stormed over to a bookshelf, threw aside a bunch of professional journals and notebooks until he found what he was looking for. "See. See her." Gabe held up a recent Victoria's Secret catalog. The model on the front was wearing garments spectacularly inadequate in concealing her appeal. She looked as if she just couldn't be happier about it. "Beautiful, right? Amazing, right? Hold that thought." Gabe reached into the pocket of his khakis and pulled out a stainless remote just like the one on the rat table. "Beautiful," he said, and he hit the button.

 

The biologist's back arched and he suddenly became six inches taller, all the muscles of his body seeming to flex at once. He convulsed twice, then fell to the floor, the crumpled catalog still in his hand.

 

Skinner lapsed into a barking fit. Don't die, Food Guy, my bowl is on the porch and I can't open the door by myself, he was saying. It was the same every time, he was always glad when the Food Guy wasn't actually dead, but the Food Guy's convulsions made him anxious.

 

Theo rushed to his friend's aid. Gabe's eyes were rolled back and he twitched a couple of times before he sucked in a deep breath and looked Theo in the eye. "See. You change the association. Won't be long and I'll have that reaction without the electrodes glued to my scrotum."

 

"Are you okay?"

 

"Oh yeah. It will take hold, I know it. It hasn't worked with the rats yet, but I'm hoping it will before they all die."

 

"They're dying of this?"

 

"Well, it has to hurt or they'll never learn." Gabe held up his remote again and Theo snatched it out of his hand.

 

"Stop it!"

 

"I have another set of electrodes and receiver. You want to try it? I've been dying to try it out in the field. We could go to a titty bar."

 

Theo helped Gabe to his feet, then set him in a chair facing away from the rat table and pulled a chair around for himself.

 

"Gabe, you are out of control. I'm sorry I didn't call."

 

"I know you've been busy. It's okay."

 

Great, now he has the appropriate Christmas Amnesty reaction, Theo thought. "These rats, the electrodes, all of it, it's just wrong. You're just going to end up with either a bunch of paranoid misogynist males, or a pile of corpses."

 

"You make that sound like a bad thing."

 

"You got your heart broken. It will heal."

 

"She said I was dull."

 

"She should see this." Theo gestured around the room.

 

"She wasn't interested in my work."

 

"You guys had a good run. Five years. Maybe it was just time. You told me yourself that the human male was not evolved for monogamy."

 

"Yeah, but I had a girlfriend when I said that."

 

"So it's not true?"

 

"No, it's true, but it didn't bother me when I had a girlfriend. Now I know that I am biologically programmed to spread the seed of my loins far and wide, to as many females as possible, a series of torrid, meaningless matings, only to move on to the next fertile female. My genes are demanding that I pass them on, and I don't know where to start."

 

"You might want to shower before you start the seed spreading."

 

"You don't think I know that? That's why I was trying to reprogram my impulses. Tame the animus, as it were."

 

"Because you don't want to shower?"

 

"No, because I don't know how to talk to women. I could talk to Val."

 

"Val was a pro."

 

"She was not. She never turned a trick in her life."

 

"Listener, Gabe. She was a pro listener — a psychiatrist."

 

"Oh, right. Do you think I should start with a prostitute, or 'tutes?"

 

"For a broken heart? Yeah, I'm sure that will work just as well as the electrodes on your scrotum, but first I need you to do something for me." Theo thought maybe, just maybe, work — nonfreakish work — might bring his friend back from the brink. He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out the hank of yellow hair he'd taken out of the Volvo's wheel well. "I need you to look at this and tell me about it."

 

Gabe took the hair and looked at it. "Is this crime stuff?"

 

"Sort of."

 

"Where did you get it? What do you need to know?"

 

"Tell me everything you can about it before I tell you anything, okay?"

 

"Well, it appears to be blond."

 

"Thanks, Gabe, I was thinking maybe you could look at it under the microscope or something."