Hydrox: Don’t even think about this Edgewood, New Dawn crap.
Me: What? You cat-people don’t like the mountains?
Hydrox: We cat-people don’t like anachronisms. We don’t trust them. They let their dogs run loose. They lie around smoking dope waiting for the uniforms to show up and confiscate everything, haul everyone off to the slammer.
Me: We’re talking about the EAST mountains, Hydrox. If they’re paying off the right people it doesn’t matter what they’re doing out there. Besides, they’re looking for people willing to work.
Hydrox: Yeah, but work doing what? Breaking Ephedrin caps out of packages? Stirring up the mix to dissolve it? Watching the acetone mist boil over the sides? Watching the crystal iodine vapor turn your whiskers purple?
Me: No, Hydrox. You’ve got it all wrong. These people are into sweetness and light. Harmonizing with nature. Working to build a new world. A community.
Hydrox: I’m betting pit bulls checking the fenceline and a National Guard Armory in the barn.
Me: I don’t know how you got so cynical.
Hydrox: I was living with you 2002, 2003, 2004. So was Niaid. Those East Mountainers made an impression old cats aren’t likely to forget.
Me: You’re too suspicious. Free place to park the RV, mountains, pinons and pines. Idealistic young people.
Hydrox: If your good sense about the rest didn’t raise your hackles enough to tell you it’s a snakepit, the idealistic young people ought to do the job.
Me: Hmmmm. Yeah, idealistic young people’s where you make your strongest point. Actually they probably do have a meth lab out there. Or will have. How the hell could they not?
Hydrox: Pit bulls running around loose looking for a free lunch.
Me: So you’re thinking Gila? Mimbres?
Hydrox: I’m thinking anywhere but the East Mountains. Mosquero if it comes to it. Albuquerque’s a nice place to visit. Wouldn’t mind seeing Amy again, see how those two Chinese girls she adopted are growing up. But you’re too old and we cats are too old to be getting involved with East Mountain people.
Me: I hate to see you generalizing, stereotyping.
Hydrox: I hate to see you not using that big brain you’re stuck with. Hell, if it weren’t for us cats you’d probably be living under a bridge.
Me: [Sigh] I’ve got you, babe.