"Atoms and electrons, suns and planets. The String Theory and how everything is connected...
My Father once talked about such stuff" she said and as mid-day called dimly on that ogre-of
-a-clock, I looked at the young woman with thoughts far-removed from our current topic.
I struggled to rid myself of the feelings for Helen, sitting there with her beautiful eyes and
prim 'Librarian' attire, I was falling in love and I couldn't help myself.
Della paused my romantic musings with her next words and I urged my cheeks not to
betray my thoughts as she spoke.
"You're a smart girl..." she said and glanced at me "...and I know your Father was very proud
of you. Yes, there's a pattern, a force that follows a certain plan" she whispered and winked
at Helen's understanding gaze.
"Boy In A Dress holds the power to manipulate that plan and force, he did things that for
mainstream thinking -it would be seen as magic" she imparted and searched our faces
"Well kids, it was nice talking to you but I've got to get to the market before one o'clock
and my Lottery win waits for nobody" she said with a smile and with a grunt of exertion
from rising, she shuffled off towards the kitchen.
I gathered my things and slipping my camera from my pocket, I snapped off two shots
of the photographs on the coffee table, the second image we had never talked about.
"Feel free to take copies of the pictures" Della called from the kitchen and I showed a
look of an embarrassed thief towards Helen. I was awarded with a knowing smile that
made my heart lurch and my cheeks release it's cache of blood.
Della reappeared in a coat that would have been fashionable in the seventies and a
canvas bag that proclaimed 'Mary Jane' was a healthy herb, the whole ensemble said
volumes of a girl-in-a-man's-world with a temper and drive.
Della Sumner -in formation.
As the little old woman stepped carefully from her little house in Gambling State of the
most-powerful country on the planet, I had one more question for the scientist locking
her front door. Helen had moved off to the car and we were alone.
"You said 'BIAD holds a power...' you spoke in a present tense, I thought they killed Boy
In A Dress?" I said with a light tone that I hoped would imply I wasn't pushing for an answer,
I didn't want Della to 'clam-up' at this point.
The mid-day sun pooled our shadows beneath us on that small step as she looked at me
through those small glasses. "I heard that too, but they were wrong... you can't kill him"
she said with a whisper that also told me of her temper.
Della's garden was struggling to produce any plants and I guessed the gnarled tree near the
window sucked most of the moisture that lay in the desert soil, my mind raced as I peered
at the meagre scenery.
"The second photo... the one with BIAD jumping out of an aeroplane..." Della said sofly
"...He's not wearing a parachute and he wasn't jumping" Her wise-eyes hid wounds of a
past that Helen and myself had just ridden rough-shod over.
"He was pushed" she snarled and dropped her keys into her dope-happy bag.
"Anyway, Charles got him out before they got a chance and that dumb-assed Ramey must
be fuming in whatever hell is put aside for bastards like him" she sneered and set off for
That Nevada sun wasn't the only thing that made me sweat.
Photographs From the Della Sumner visit: