TEC: Chapter 26: Womany Worries
Trying to sleep in his New York hotel room, Murphy plays over the events of the evening in his mind. Which is all well and good, except for this little bit:
He could feel his fist strike the Arab in the temple.
Man, that really hurt, he thought, grimacing as he flexed his knuckles.
Okay, let me just preface this by saying that I don’t like the idea that people shouldn’t complain about things, because somebody else always has it worse. I despise Oppression Olympics.
This is the second time in twelve chapters that Murphy has whined in his head about something quite minor, following somebody else experiencing something quite serious.
Remember when Murphy whined about standing in a security line at the airport? Okay, been there, done that, I get it. But this was the chapter following the tale of Daniel and his friends having their families murdered and their city burnt, being taken as slaves and eunichized.
And now, Murphy is whining about sore knuckles, following a chapter in which one of his newfound friends was knifed and killed, and another was shot.
So, just sayin’, maybe Murphy should get just a bit of perspective here.
Before going to breakfast with Isis the next morning, Murphy decides not to tell her anything about the terrorist-fighting of the night before.
He would wait for a more appropriate time. They had a lot to do today, and he didn’t want her to worry.
Yeah wouldn’t want the little woman to have to think about more than one thing at a time. Might mess with her ladybrains.
Murphy and Isis go to the bank and get Dr. Anderson’s papers…thanks to Dr.Anderson himself, who so completely trusted Murphy mere minutes after meeting him.
Then they go right across the street to a library. I assume it’s the New York Public Library, but it’s not explicitly stated. They find a table to themselves on the third floor, after passing a librarian who is, of course, “dowdy” and “chubby.”
Well, I guess not every woman can be a supermodel fresh off the runway.
Murphy and Isis will get into the details (into a lot of the details) of the files in a bit, but for now, just know that this is apparently the Conspiracy of the New World Order and Evil Wimmins and Gypsies: the files have such enlightening names as “Madame Helena Petrovna Blavatsky–The Theosophical Society” (check out her Wiki page, because I’m sure it’ll be important!), “Annie Besant–Lucifer Magazine,” and “Friends of the New World Order.”
Oh, and Isis has a feeling that something is wrong and they’re being watched. Being a wimmins, though, she quite naturally dismisses her own feelings internally, before even giving Michael a chance to do it himself:
That’s silly, she told herself. Don’t mess up the excitement of Michael’s find with women’s intuition.
I’m not sure it’s accurate to describe the files as a “find” of Michael’s. It was a gift from a an elderly gentleman who may or may not have had Alzheimers, and Michael was directed to the guy by his pastor. So Michael didn’t really find jack shit.
A sad and troubling chapter is coming up. Enjoy Lucifer Magazine while you can.