Theodora thought that the Papaya King on eighth street and sixth was a good place. It was on the way uptown, where they needed to go, and Zorikh could get there earlier and get her a couple of hot dogs. He had no objections. The next morning, he stood on the corner with two dogs and a pina colada drink- Zorikh personally hated these, but Theodora had said to get her anything to drink, and he wanted to see if she really meant it.
At two before ten, Theodora pulled up in the back of a yellow cab. Zorikh got in and handed over her breakfast. As Elmo's voice piped through the speakers, urging them to buckle up in his muppet soprano, Zorikh watched Theodora take a long sip of her drink and begin on the first of her dogs. "Do you like the drink? It's pina colada." He couldn't help screwing up his face as she swallowed.
She shook her head and took another sip. "Mmmm. No. It's quite disgusting." Her expression, however, remained unchanged. She called for the cabbie to drop them off in the mid sixties, at Lexington.
"Oh, we're near the armory!" Zorikh said happily. He had always got a kick out of the Armory. It looked like a castle, and he was one of those afflicted folk known as castle lovers- most are to be found in Scotland and England, packed into little touring vans, or driving in rented cars from site to site on the wrong side of the road, the wrong side of the car too. The less affluent castlephiles in the Big Apple area had to content themselves with the Cloisters in the Bronx, Belvedere Castle in Central Park, and the Armory. "I used to live near here."
They halted on the Park Avenue corner. "We're looking for a man named Jimothy Digo." She scanned both cross streets and stuffed her hands in her pockets.
"Jimothy? That's a name you don't come across every day." Zorikh remarked.
Theodora answered, "His mother heard it in a dream."
To this, Zorikh said nothing. He did, however point out that Hayes didn't sound like Saxon. "Not that I'd know what Saxon really should sound like, but I'd figure it should be well, more Germanic."
Theodora brightened at this. "Yes, you're right. Hayes is a name I took as an identity for here. I actually spell it differently, but Balliol rather dislikes it." She said smugly. She produced a new looking brown leather wallet from inside her coat and pulled a card. It was a non-driver's ID for New York State. Under a surprisingly flattering photo read:
Theodora S. Haze.
Zorikh couldn't help barking out a laugh. "Hey! I like it. What's the 'S' stand for?"
"Sigilind," she said proudly, leaving Zorikh no choice but to nod approvingly. She was about to continue when her expression darkened. Zorikh turned to see what was wrong.
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