Chapter 11

Thursday morning I left a little early, because I wanted a few minutes with dad. I turned into a rest area, stopped the car, and concentrated hard. Sure, a minute later he was there.

"Did I disturb you?"

"Not at all. I already told you that. Can I help you?"

"I don't know if you can, dad."

I told him about the success with the shop assistant, which made him chuckle. "So what's your problem?"

"I'm a little out of ideas, to tell you the truth. I have decided to follow your advice and wait, until profits start turning up at the company, so I'd sure appreciate a few ideas on how to use my new ability until then."

"Like I told you, there's almost no limit, son. Keep your eyes open and follow your wishes. Which directions are you contemplating?"

"Well, I'd like to put a few more eggs in my basket, for one. As you probably know I'm not in need. Our savings account is fairly comfortable. But a little more will always be welcome."

"Of course it will. I'd advice you to start out getting yourself some good bargains, that's easier. People are always more on the alert, when they come to the point of actually handing out cash. I know, that your pretty wife wants another car, and I think she deserves it. The one she's got now is ready for the scrap-yard. You could easily get a fine, almost new luxury car, at about half price. Wait a second."

I was alone for a few minutes. I had just wondered a little about his extraordinary interest in Mary, when he was back.

"There is a Fiat dealer close to your office. He's got a perfect, very sexy Alfa Romeo two-seater convertible, only three months old, for 30.000 dollars. (Here, my dear reader, I have to mention that in Denmark cars are so heavily taxed, that we pay for three when we get one!) I'm sure you can persuade him to sell it to you at half price, cash. Send him a few images of rainy, Danish summers, and words like 'get rid of', 'too special', 'half price' - and you'll see him melt."

"Are you sure Mary will like such a car?"

"Am I sure? Let me tell you something, son. A woman would never buy a car like that! But if she gets it as a present, she'll love you to death. It is sexy, it will make her feel 20 again, and she'll see you as a daring and self-assured man."

"OK, ok, I get you. I don't know much about women, do I?"

"To tell you the truth: No."

"How come, by the way, that you are SO interested in Mary? It wouldn't be because she was naked with me the other night, would it? Dirty old man!"

"Hm. Caught in the act. Yes, I have to admit she called my attention, through you."

"You keep your dirty mind out of her! Right?"

"Sure. Promise. And even if I wanted to, I couldn't. She has absolutely no idea of the afterlife, and she couldn't receive an elephant, if it tried to enter her mind."

"But you can, through me?"

"Sure!"

"Dad, you haven't got a body! What kind of pleasure could that give to you? Even if I was willing to help you."

"For once I haven't got an answer, son. But there is a guy up here who brags, that his son took him to a whorehouse many times, 200 years ago. I could ask him. But please, no whorehouse. The son died of Syphilis."

"You sound terribly eager. OK, you find out how they did it, and I'll think it over. I'll run off, now, maybe I can catch the Fiat dealer before office hours."

"Good idea. Call Henny and tell her, you may be delayed a few minutes."