Multiple Muse Disorder: 1970

Chapter Three: Change of Venue

The next morning we took a taxi to the Greyhound bus station downtown, then bought tickets for the bus to Smalton, Missouri. The first part of the trip, along the Will Rogers Turnpike toward Joplin, was pretty boring, so I just stared out the window and thought about my situation.

After the initial shock had worn off, and I'd realized where we were and what had happened to me, I went through several sets of emotions. At first, I was elated to be a teenage girl in good health, on an adventure with two companions. True, my life had sucked in 1970, but then it looked as if we could simply leave it behind and go off on our own.

"What are you thinking about, Lisa?" asked Maggie, leaning over the seat in front of me.

"Oh, I'm just wondering how much things have changed for me, really."

"Huh? You have your life to live over again! Anything can change. Fall in love, get married, have children. Become a famous writer, or comic artist or photographer. We'll still be your muses."

"Let's say I do fall in love with someone. What would I tell them? When would I tell them?"

"Ah, well. Would you have to?"

"Leaving aside the ethics of being in a committed relationship without revealing my past, even if my past is in the future, how could I live with someone for decades without letting anything slip? And how would they feel when they realized that I'd been concealing something of that magnitude? It's exactly the conundrum every trans person faces when beginning a relationship.

"If I tried to tell someone before things became serious, at best they'd think I was crazy. Even if they went along with it and accepted me, there's no way they would understand how different I am and what it could mean for the relationship.

"And no, there's no social media yet, but any time someone rejected me I'd have to leave that town to escape the rumors. There are trans people in this time period, and that's what they have to live with.

"In addition to that, I've seen so many things, know so many things, almost fifty years of experience that I can't share with anyone here. Even you two don't know about most of what I've lived through. It's like being a lonely old person with no one to talk with except myself. How am I going to cope with this, Maggie?"

She had no answer. I returned to looking out the window, watching the mile markers come and go.

— ∴ —

We had lunch in Joplin, then took a different bus for the final leg of the trip. Smalton didn't have a real bus station, so I was hoping someone would be meeting us. As it turned out, the entire O'Malley family was waiting at the restaurant where the bus stopped.

The O'Malley family, sketch by Lisa Lees.

"Hello, Lisa!" said Patrick O'Malley, the father. "Just one bag between the three of you? That's travelling pretty light."

The O'Malley teens, Sean and Nan, exchanged a look. "Or did your friends just transport down from the Enterprise?" said Nan.

Damn! I should have thought this through and paid more attention to details.

"Very observant, miss," said Maggie, with a nod of her head in a passable Spock imitation. "Please excuse us if we are ignorant of your customs. We will endeavor to not give offense." Anna rolled her eyes and elbowed her.

Sean and Nan exchanged more raised eyebrows. Mrs. O'Malley, Sarah, smiled. "Are these some of your theater friends, Lisa?"

"You might say that," I replied. "This is Maggie, who is not a Vulcan, and this is Anna. The three of us just need some time away from Tulsa and a chance to do some thinking. It's kind of a long story." Which I had neglected to make up, or talk over with Resu and Risa.

"Well, you can stay with us at least for tonight. Perhaps over supper you can tell us your tale," said Mrs. O'Malley. "It'll be a squeeze fitting all of us into the station wagon, but it's not a long trip. We opened the jump seats in the way back. Sean and Nan, why don't you take those and let Lisa and her friends take the middle row?"

"Thank you," I said. "I realize this is sudden and you don't know my friends. I'm sorry, but I don't know where else to go."

Mrs. O'Malley gave me a long look. "Will you help me and Nan fix supper?"

"Of course! I'd be happy to help. I'm afraid Maggie and Anna wouldn't be much use, though."

"That's okay. Five would be too many cooks. But I'm glad you're willing to help." Her expression seemed skeptical.

On the short walk to the car I tried to remember more about the times I'd visited in my now distant past. The subtext was clearly saying that we weren't particularly welcome. Had I really been that much of a pain as a teenager?

Sean and Nan were quiet on the walk, but seemed to be communicating with each other using a series of expressions and nudges. Anna grabbed Maggie's had, walking close beside her.

At the car Sean opened a rear door, then he and Nan scrambled over the seat into the back, where the jump seats faced each other. "Maggie, slide all the way over," I said. "Anna, please take the middle." Once they were in place I got in and shut the door. "Look for your seat belts. You may be sitting on them, or they may have worked themselves under the back." I busied myself finding and buckling mine, after first reaching by habit for a non-existant shoulder belt, then realized that Ann and Maggie were still sitting, watching me.

Sean and Nan had also noticed, and Nan said, "I always thought it was odd that the Enterprise and the Galileo didn't have seat belts. I guess you haven't used them before?"

Anna twisted around and growled, "Buses don't have seat belts, and we've never been in a car before. How would we know?"

"Risa! I mean Anna, calm down!" said Maggie.

Anna faced front and stared at the floor, while Maggie found her belts and I fumbled around helping Anna with hers. Sean and Nan were whispering unkind things to each other in the back seat. Anna slumped against Maggie, sniffling. Maggie put her arm around her and with a quick glance toward Sean and Nan muttered, "Shut up!"

Both the parents were watching us. "Okay," I sighed. "I don't think this is going to work. Let's just get out and take the next bus to wherever it's going and figure things out from there."

"No, you'd better come with us to the house," said Mr. O'Malley. "I don't want to have to explain to your mother that we don't know where you are."

"You don't have to explain anything! I'm eighteen now, and I can do whatever I want to do."

"Well, that's the Lisa I remember," said Mrs. O'Malley.

"And how old are your friends?" asked Mr. O'Malley.

I just sighed again and shook my head.

"I may still be able to..." began Maggie.

"No! You promised!" yelled Anna, fists clenched.

"Well, we have to do something. I don't like being trapped like this!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." said Mr. O'Malley. "I don't know what is going on, but please calm down. Sean and Nan, no more teasing! You know how that feels."

"I wasn't teasing!" protested Nan. "I was making acute observations."

"Sorry," said Sean, "but something's obviously very strange here. You, Lisa, are acting like you've had a mind transplant since last summer, and your friends truly are acting like they're from another planet."

"Obviously they're lying about their names," added Nan.

"Nan! Sean!"

"Dad, it's true!"

I held up my hands in surrender. "I'm willing to try and explain, but it's going to take time," I said.

"How can you explain?" said Maggie. "They can't possibly believe you."

"I don't know, but I can try. It was stupid of me not to realize this would blow up in our faces so quickly. We're just too out of phase here. But this is our only chance. These are the most reasonable people I know. It's either try this, or hit the road on our own. And more magic is not an option, Resu."

"I'm not convinced it would work in this timeline, anyway," grumbled Maggie.

"You are absolutely not going to try! Understand?"

"Yes, I know. Risa would kill me, anyway, if the attempt itself didn't."

Looking from Sean and Nan to their parents, I said, "I guess I was even more of an anti-social nut job as a teenager than I remember. Look. We've been on a bus for hours. If we're not going to the house, we need to get out of the car and find restrooms."

After a moment's silence, Mrs. O'Malley, turned back toward the front and said, "Let's go, dear." Everyone was silent after that.

— ∴ —

At the house, Mrs. O'Malley said, "You know where the guest room is, upstairs? I'm afraid there are only two beds."

"That's fine," I said, "Resu and Risa, I mean Maggie and Anna, always sleep together. I'll come down to the kitchen in a few minutes."

I used the bathroom, told my muses to stay in the room until I came back up, and went down to the kitchen.

— ∴ —

"What do you think is going to come of this?" said Risa.

"I don't know. I'm not even sure what we are, now. If this timeline is a trap, is there a way out? Would we regain our powers if we were somewhere else? What if this is permanent? What if we're . . . mortal now?"

"I agree that's the big picture. I go back and forth with myself wondering if our parents would do that to us. I dunno. But we're still Lisa's muses, right? Maybe we're not very powerful now, but arguably this whole mess is our fault. But what do we do?"

"Whatever she asks us to do. We don't know enough to do anything else."

"Exactly. But Resu, what if Lisa should decide that we're a liability? What would we do here without her?"

"I don't beleive that's going to happen. We have each other, no matter what, but who does Lisa have? Without us it'd be like her entire previous life was just a dream."

"A good dream, or a bad dream? What if she wants to forget and start over? If things go bad with the O'Malley's, that might be very tempting."

— ∴ —

"There isn't really that much to do, Lisa," said Mrs. O'Malley. "I've put the lasagna in the oven. Nan has the green beans well in hand. If you could just slice those two baquettes for galic bread, we'll pop them in the oven to warm for a few minutes after the lasagna comes out."

Of course microwaves weren't in home kitchens yet. I found a bread knife and began slicing. "Should I butter the slices before we heat them?" I asked.

"That's the fastest way," agreed Mrs. O'Malley. "I don't have any garlic spread made up, but there's a half tub of margerine in the 'fridge you can use to make some."

"Uh, do you have butter I can use? Margerine isn't very healthy."

"What?" said Mrs. O'Malley. "I thought it was healthier. Less fat?"

"Well, that's what they thought, but it turns out that they really didn't understand the biochemistry of fats, and made the situation much worse. Trans fats, you know."

Nan and Mrs. O'Malley were staring at me with blank expressions.

"Trust me, in 1970, just don't eat anything that contains partially hydrogenated fats. It's real close to being deadly." I took a stick of butter out of the 'fridge. "Okay if I use some of this?"

"Yes, of course..."

"Who are you?" asked Nan. "And who are your friends? Whatever their names are."

"I am Lisa Lees. The names Risa and Resu are from the katakana way my name would be spelled in Japanese; resu risa. We made up the names Maggie and Anna, for Resu and Risa, in Tulsa when they changed their appearance so we wouldn't be dragged off the bus and lynched. As for what their true names are, I don't know; it's impolite to ask.

"If you think that sounds like Alice in Wonderland, I'm afraid it's going to get worse. But let's wait until we're all together."

Once the garlic bread was ready to go in the oven, I excused myself and went back upstairs.

— ∴ —

Once food was served, I decided to be blunt. "Here's the short story. We're from the future, about fifty years from now. Maggie and Anna are ultimately stranger than that. They are my muses and one day stepped off the pages of a comic I was drqwing and into my life. As I now can't prove even that, I see no point going into what they say their backgrounds truly are.

"As we arrived here unexpectedly, with no chance to bring anything with us, I have no way to prove anything. I of course know may things about what I assume will still be the next fifty years, but I'm not a historian. I'm not certain I could remember any specific event from mid-1970. The only major events I remember from the beginning of the 1970's don't happen for a couple of years.

"However, as you've already observed, I'm not the Lisa you knew last summer, and Anna and Maggie are quite naive about this time and place. Perhaps if I try to pull things from my memories of music, science fiction, comics, electronics, photography and computer programming, I might hit upon something. Or I could try to amaze and terrify you with stories of what is to come, but I doubt that is a good idea."

"A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court," said Mr. O'Malley.

"Clever that you can't prove anything," said Nan.

"But also obvious that something is fishy in the state of Denmark," said Sean.

"What you said in the kitchen, about, what was it Nan?" said Mrs. O'Malley.

"Partially hydrogenated fats," said Nan. "You called them trans fats."

"Yes. I'm sure I know a lot of things like that, and many details about computer programming and electronics, that would convince authorities in those fields that my knowledge far exceeds what is probably or even possible for a teenager in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Heck, I can read Japanese. There's probably no way I could have learned that in Tulsa, and certainly not secretly. You have no idea how limited your access to information is in this time period!"

"So, what? You speak to computers fifty years from now?" said Nan.

"If you want to, yes. Hundreds of millions of people carry computers in their pockets that are at least as powerful as the one on the Enterprise, and all of those computers are linked to one another to exchange information."


Previous chapter. To be continued. Return to story page.

This is a work in progress; it will continue to change for a while.
Return to Lisa's home page

Comic Book Legal Defense Fund button A work of autobiographical fiction; story and
art copyright © by Lisa Lees.
MMD story banner, 250 by 50 pixels