Today, Jack Scoresby called me from Japan. We talked about the usual stuff, photography, work, Katie West, travel. Then we got to talking about Dr. Mercury, and his rather special relationship with her.

“Aren’t you afraid?” I asked him.

“No.” He said. “People say I should be, but I’m not. Sure, she’s a murderer, and a kidnapper, and honestly, who knows what else she’s done. But I think she’s misunderstood.”

“Misunderstood?” I asked, wondering what the misunderstanding could possibly be.

“When I go to her place, I feel safe. A nice night for us is when I drink two bottles of wine and she drinks my blood till I pass out. Being there, unconscious on her bearskin rug, I just know there is no safer place in the world.”

It’s a special relationship.