Practical Demonkeeping Chapter 21-23

21 AUGUSTUS BRINE â€Å"I discovered them. The vehicle is left before Jenny Masterson's house.† Augustus Brine raged into the house conveying a staple pack in each arm. Gian Hen Gian was in the kitchen pouring salt from a round, blue box into a pitcher of Koolaid. Brackish water put the sacks down on the hearth. â€Å"Help me get a portion of this stuff. There's more packs in the truck.† The genie strolled to the chimney and glanced in the packs. One was loaded up with dry-cell batteries and spools of wire. The other was loaded with earthy colored cardboard chambers around four inches in length and an inch in width. Gian Hen Gian removed one of the chambers from the sack and held it up. A green, waterproof wire stretched out from one end. â€Å"What are these?† â€Å"Seal bombs,† Brine said. â€Å"The Department of Fish and Game disperses them to anglers to drive closes from their lines and nets. I had a pack at the store.† â€Å"Explosives are futile against the demon.† â€Å"There are five additional packs in the truck. Would you get them, please?† Brine started to lay the seal bombs out in a line on the hearth. â€Å"I don't have the foggiest idea how much time we have.† â€Å"What am I, some searching worker? Am I a large animal weight? Should I, Gian Hen Gian, lord of the Djinn, be decreased to bearing burdens for a uninformed human who might assault a devil from hellfire with firecrackers?† â€Å"O King,† Brine stated, exasperated, â€Å"please get the goddamn packs so I can complete this before dawn.† â€Å"It is useless.† â€Å"I'm not going to attempt to explode him. I simply need to know where he is. Except if you can utilize your extraordinary capacity to limit him, O King of the Djinn.† â€Å"You know I cannot.† â€Å"The bags!† â€Å"You are an idiotic, dastardly man, Augustus Brine. I've seen more insight in the groin lice of group of concubines whores.† The genie exited the entryway and his castigation blurred into the night. Salt water was efficiently wrapping the wires of the seal bombs with slender monofilament silver wire intended to warm up when a flow was applied. It was an estimated strategy for explosion, however Brine had no entrance to shooting tops at this hour of the morning. The genie returned in a second conveying two basic food item packs. â€Å"Put them on the chairs.† Brine signaled with his head. â€Å"These packs are loaded up with flour,† Gian Hen Gian said. â€Å"Are you going to heat bread, Augustus Brine?† 22 TRAVIS AND JENNY There was something in particular about her that made Travis need to dump his life out on the foot stool like a pocket loaded with coins; let her sort through and keep what she needed. On the off chance that he was still here toward the beginning of the day, he'd enlighten her regarding Catch, yet not presently. â€Å"Do you like traveling?† Jenny inquired. â€Å"I'm becoming weary of it. I could utilize a break.† She tasted from a glass of red wine and pulled her skirt down for the tenth time. There was as yet an unbiased zone between them on the lounge chair. She stated, â€Å"You don't appear as though any protection sales rep I've at any point known. I trust you wouldn't fret my truism, however for the most part protection men dress in boisterous overcoats and stink of modest cologne. I've never met one that appeared to be genuine about anything.† â€Å"It's a job.† Travis trusted she wouldn't get some information about the subtleties of his activity. He didn't have a clue about a thing about protection. He had settled on the profession on the grounds that Effrom Elliot had confused him with a protection man that evening, so it was the principal thing that rung a bell. â€Å"When I was a child, a protection man went to our home to sell my dad some life insurance,† Jenny said. â€Å"He assembled the family before the chimney and snapped our photo with a Polaroid camera. It was a decent picture. My dad was remaining at one side of every one of us, looking pleased. As we were passing the image around, the protection man grabbed the image out of my dad's hands and stated, ‘What a pleasant family.' Then he tore my dad good and gone and stated, ‘Now what will they do?' I burst into tears. My dad was frightened.† Travis stated: â€Å"I'm sorry, Jenny.† Perhaps he ought to have disclosed to her he was a brush sales rep. Did she have any horrible brush-sales rep stories? â€Å"Do you do that, Travis? Do you startle individuals for a living?† â€Å"What do you think?† â€Å"Like I stated, you don't appear to be a protection man.† â€Å"Jennifer, I have to let you know something†¦Ã¢â‚¬  â€Å"It's alright. I'm heartbroken, I got somewhat overwhelming on you. You do what you do. I never thought I'd be tending to tables at this age.† â€Å"What did you need to do? That is to say, when you were a young lady, what did you need to be the point at which you developed up?† â€Å"Honestly?† â€Å"Of course.† â€Å"I needed to be a mother. I needed to have a family and a man who adored me and a pleasant house. Quite unambitious, huh?† â€Å"No, there's nothing amiss with that. What happened?† She depleted her wineglass and presented herself with another from the jug on the end table. â€Å"You can't have a family alone.† â€Å"But?† â€Å"Travis, I would prefer not to demolish the night by speaking progressively about my marriage. I'm attempting to make some changes.† Travis let it go. She got his quietness as understanding and lit up. â€Å"So, what did you need to do when you developed up?† â€Å"Honestly?† â€Å"Don't disclose to me you needed to be a housewife, too.† â€Å"When I was growing up that is all any young lady needed to be.† â€Å"Where did you grow up, Siberia?† â€Å"Pennsylvania. I experienced childhood with a farm.† â€Å"And what did the homestead kid from Pennsylvania need to be the point at which he developed up?† â€Å"A priest.† Jenny snickered. â€Å"I never knew any individual who needed to be a cleric. What did you do while different young men were playing armed force, give last rights to the dead?† â€Å"No, it wasn't that way. My mom consistently needed me to be a minister. When I was mature enough, I left to theological college. It didn't work out.† â€Å"So you turned into a protection man. I guess that works. I read once that all religions and insurance agencies are bolstered by the dread of death.† â€Å"That's pretty cynical,† the demonkeeper said. â€Å"I'm sorry, Travis. I don't have a lot of confidence in the idea of an almighty being that would laud war and violence.† â€Å"You should.† â€Å"Are you attempting to change over me?† â€Å"No, it's simply that I know, totally, that God exists.† â€Å"No one knows anything totally. I'm not without confidence. I have my own convictions, yet I have my questions, too.† â€Å"So did I.† â€Å"Did? What occurred, did the Holy Spirit come to you in the night and state, ‘Go forward and sell insurance'?† â€Å"Something like that.† Travis constrained a grin. â€Å"Travis, you are an extremely unusual man.† â€Å"I truly would not like to discuss religion.† â€Å"Good. I'll reveal to you my convictions toward the beginning of the day. You'll be very stunned, I'm sure.† â€Å"I question that, I truly do†¦ Did you say ‘in the morning'?† Jenny held her hand out to him. Inside she was uncertain of what she was doing, yet it appeared to be fine †in any event it didn't feel wrong. â€Å"Did I miss something?† Travis inquired. â€Å"I thought you were irate with me.† â€Å"No, for what reason would I resent you?† â€Å"Because of my faith.† â€Å"I believe it's cute.† â€Å"Cute? Adorable! You think the Roman Catholic Church is adorable? A hundred popes are overflowing with their graves, Jenny.† â€Å"Good. They aren't welcomed. Move over here.† â€Å"Are you sure?† he said. â€Å"You've had a great deal of wine.† She didn't know by any means, by the by she gestured to him. She was single, isn't that so? She enjoyed him, isn't that so? All things considered, heck, it was begun now. He slid down the sofa to her side and took her in his arms. They kissed, gracelessly from the start; he was excessively mindful of himself and she was all the while thinking about whether she ought to have welcomed him in any case. He held her more tight and she angled her back and pushed against him and the two of them overlooked their reservations. The world outside stopped to exist. At the point when they at long last broke the kiss, he covered his face in her hair and held her tight so she was unable to pull away and see the tears in his eyes. â€Å"Jenny,† he said delicately, â€Å"it's been a long time†¦Ã¢â‚¬  She shushed him and dove her hands into his hair. â€Å"Everything will be fine. Just fine.† Maybe it was on the grounds that they were both apprehensive, or maybe it was on the grounds that they truly didn't have any acquaintance with one another; it may even have been that by assuming a job they would not need to confront anything besides the occasion. The jobs they played for the duration of the night changed. Initially, each gave when the other required, and later, when need was not, at this point an issue, they assumed their jobs out to felicity. It advanced in this way: she was the sofa-bed, he the console; at that point he was the getting advisor, she the confounded questioner; she turned into the medical attendant, he the patient in footing; he played the job of the gullible helper, she the enticing duchess; he was the military trainer, she the crude enroll; she was the brutal ace, he the powerless slave young lady. The hours shortly before dawn discovered them exposed on the kitchen floor after Travis had played a rampaging Godzilla to Jennifer's clueless Tokyo. They were hunkered over a cooking toaster stove, each with a table blade stacked with margarine, ready like killers trusting that the sign will drop their sharp edges. They finished a portion of toast, a half-pound of margarine, a quart of tofu dessert, a crate of entire wheat cream-sandwich treats, a pack of unsalted blue corn chips, and a naturally developed watermelon that spouted pink squeeze down their jaws wh