Mr Landen Has No Brain

Teena glared at it as though ready to punch it. ‘And what’s that doing in here?’

‘Because she’s been such a good girl, helping me foam rubber the camp, I’m letting her live indoors from now on.’

‘And do I get a say in this?’

‘None. You don’t live here, remember?’

Teena fumed some more. She opened her mouth to say something then thought better of it. She opened her mouth again then thought better of it. She glanced around as though seeking inspiration. Then at last she said, ‘His reputation’s built entirely on me, you know.’

Sally frowned. ‘Your bridesmaid has a reputation?’

‘Not Gary – Landen.’

She frowned deeper. ‘Mr Landen has a reputation?’

‘Because he was my first college lecturer, the scientific press said he’d discovered me – like I was some lost tribe. I wasn’t lost. I knew precisely where I was – Oxford. And I’d discovered myself long before he came along. He thinks he’s so clever. Well … well …’ Her clenched knuckles turned white by her sides.

‘Well what?’

She just stood there, anger stopping her conceiving the revenge she thought he deserved. Then she spotted something, something on the worktop by the sink. She headed for it, ravenous strides devouring the ground between her and it.

At the worktop she unplugged the TV aerial, opened the window, shoved the TV out then shut and fastened the window. She clattered aside unwanted items, the electric tin opener, the whisk, the coffee blender. Each hit the floor with a clank until at last she lifted the one object she wanted. A yank at its cable tugged its plug free of the wall socket.

‘Could you treat my property with a little more respect please?’

‘Never mind that.’ She eagerly studied the object’s black plastic. ‘Let’s see how clever he is when this gets through with him.’

‘Teena?’

‘What?’ Her gaze was fixed to the thing like Cthulha’s had been fixed to her.’

‘That thing you’re holding?’

‘Yeah?’

‘Your deadly revenge?’

‘What about it?’

‘You do know what it is?’

‘Of course.’

‘And it’s …’

‘A sandwich toaster.’

Just so long as she knew.

Teena?’

‘Uh huh?’

‘What’re you doing to my sandwich toaster?’

‘The usual.’

‘Which is?’

‘Making a mind control machine.’

Sally sat facing Teena across the kitchen table as Teena reassembled the sandwich toaster. She’d already reassembled it five times, none of which had produced whatever result was desired. Each time, she’d point the thing at Sally, press its ON switch then look at her like she was a major let down. Then she’d start scrabbling away at the thing again. Frankly, Sally didn’t think she knew what she was doing.

In order to scavenge parts for her mind control machine, she’d dismantled every piece of electrical equipment Sally had and left it in pieces around them on the floor; her fridge, her microwave, her coffee blender, her radio, kettle, electric blanket, video recorder, her plastic flower that danced when you shouted at it – and the rest. If she wasn’t determined to be the best caravan park manager on Earth, Sally would have swung for her.

At a table covered with cogs, wires and assorted circuitry, Teena held a screwdriver to the sandwich toaster. Daisy watching intently over her right shoulder, she said, ‘It’s a simple yet complex device incorporating one connection for each connection of the human brain. Much as I’m loathe to take such action, finding it a plain nuisance, drastic steps are required if I’m to re-enter my mobile home.’

‘But mind control?’

‘Uh huh.’

‘Is it really that urgent you get back inside?’

She stopped screwdriving and watched Sally across the table. ‘Have you seen my face?’

‘It looks okay to me.’ Sally shrugged.

‘It looks okay? Do you know how beautiful I am?’

‘I’m sure you’re gorgeous.’

‘Yesterday morning I was one hundred and forty-seven per cent too beautiful. A burden but bearable. Now, according to Browning’s Attractivity Index, I’m two hundred and ninety-three percent too beautiful. Three hundred percent is the figure at which female beauty would kill.’

‘How can you be getting more beautiful? We’re all stuck with what we’ve got.’

‘Adversity makes a woman more attractive. Once I’m back in the mobile home and my adversity level retreats, so my beauty levels should normalize.’

‘You’re not a nuclear reactor, you know.’

‘Some forces are stronger than any nuclear explosion, Sally.’ She resumed screwdriving. ‘This sandwich toaster will turn Landen into a walking robot. Then I’ll make him open the door.’

‘And then?’

‘I’ll hit him.’

‘?’

Teena tightened a screw deep within the machine. ‘Concussion therapy’s a valid part of any psychiatrist’s toolkit.’