“It’s too high!” I said, coming away from the window. “What the hell are we going to do now?”
Myra floated down and drifted out of the window. She hung suspended just outside. It was an unnerving sight to see her standing calmly on nothing thirty feet or so above ground.
Already a number of people had stopped and were staring up at her. Several were clutching each other and one fat woman began running madly down the street, screaming like a train whistle.
“Don’t stand there,” she said impatiently. “Give me your hand. I won’t let you fall.”
“What? You want me…” Then I heard the door crash open behind me and Myra grabbed me.
I don’t mind admitting that I shut my eyes as I stepped into space. But she had no difficulty in keeping me from falling. I felt a rushing sensation and I opened my eyes timidly.
We had flashed over some buildings, leaving Waxey’s dive far behind.
“Do you like it?” Myra asked, holding my hand firmly and smiling at me.
“Only because I trust you,” I said, taking a firmer grip on her. “Otherwise, I’d just go crazy at the thought.”
We swooped over a crowded street. I noticed a loiterer below. He glanced up casually, stiffened and then hid his face in his hands. I guess that guy would go off liquor for the rest of his days.