there’s more than just two groups. Why not one group for each piece, each setting off from the same location at the same time? If so, then Henry’s group has already been traveling the distance from the farm to Henry’s house since last night. That means that they could arrive as early as tomorrow evening.”
“Well, couldn’t they already be there? I mean, what if they took a plane, too?”
I shook my head. “They can’t pass for regular people in good light, or close up. No way they could make it through an airport or sit on a plane.”
“They looked pretty normal to me. For crazed murderers, anyway.”
“It’s the worms. They’re never still, and they go everywhere. We saw a couple of ‘em in the daytime once, and you could see these thin little lines curling and wiggling under the skin of their faces and on their arms. I swear I saw something flick past the inside of an eye once, too.” Anne shuddered and looked away from her plate.
“Their color isn’t right, either. Plus, you saw their eyes back at the home. At the very least, they look crazy and drugged up. You think the airline folks will let them get on a plane like that? No, they’ll have to drive it, so we have a chance to get there first. Especially since they’ll have to steal gas or swap cars on the way, which might slow them down.”
“I don’t want this to be real.” I noticed that she was twisting and wringing her cloth napkin in her lap. “My grandfather was murdered right in front of me. In my whole life, I’ve never even known anyone who was murdered, or even anyone who knew someone who was murdered. I never saw a house burn down, either. It’s like I went to sleep yesterday, and when I woke up my world was stolen away and a different one was left in its place. A broken one.”
I knew that sense of betrayal very well. I remembered vividly the angry shock when I found out what the world was really like some sixty years ago. I still feel it today. “I’m sorry. I can go visit Henry alone if you like, and come back here to get you afterwards. I’m sure you have people you need to see, like a boyfriend or a boss or something.”
“You can stop that, I’m going. And I don’t have a boyfriend anymore, not for a couple of months now. Apparently, taking care of my grandfather was a real downer, so he split. And now I don’t have any real family left, either. I guess I could call my boss at the restaurant I work at, but fuck him. He’s a jerk anyway.”
Hearing about lost boyfriends and restaurant jobs made me nostalgic for my own youth, or at least my innocence, before I went overseas. It was like looking through an ancient soda shop window and seeing yourself seated at the counter, just a kid, laughing with your buddies. I didn’t have the right to drag her out of the light, but if I didn’t, things were going to go badly for a whole lot of people. I don’t understand why the world always seems to require sacrifice to do the right thing, but even after all these years I still had every intention of avoiding it. I haven’t managed it yet, but there’s always a first time.
There wasn’t anything else to say, so we finished eating in silence.
9
W e stopped at a store on the way to the airport so that I could get two duffel bags and fill one of them with toiletries and clothes. The store was too big and sterile, and the shirts seemed like they were made of less fabric than they used to be. In fact, everything seemed to be TV props of the real thing, brighter and slicker, but also flimsy and insubstantial. Disposable. Anne geared up as well, just with more clothes and double the toiletries. I paid for everything.
Standing out in the parking lot, I transferred the remaining contents of the battered metal toolbox to the empty duffel. An early fall rain was coming, and streamers of cool air whipped past me, carrying fine droplets and the scent of electricity.
I borrowed Anne’s cell phone as we drove towards the
“Well, couldn’t they already be there? I mean, what if they took a plane, too?”
I shook my head. “They can’t pass for regular people in good light, or close up. No way they could make it through an airport or sit on a plane.”
“They looked pretty normal to me. For crazed murderers, anyway.”
“It’s the worms. They’re never still, and they go everywhere. We saw a couple of ‘em in the daytime once, and you could see these thin little lines curling and wiggling under the skin of their faces and on their arms. I swear I saw something flick past the inside of an eye once, too.” Anne shuddered and looked away from her plate.
“Their color isn’t right, either. Plus, you saw their eyes back at the home. At the very least, they look crazy and drugged up. You think the airline folks will let them get on a plane like that? No, they’ll have to drive it, so we have a chance to get there first. Especially since they’ll have to steal gas or swap cars on the way, which might slow them down.”
“I don’t want this to be real.” I noticed that she was twisting and wringing her cloth napkin in her lap. “My grandfather was murdered right in front of me. In my whole life, I’ve never even known anyone who was murdered, or even anyone who knew someone who was murdered. I never saw a house burn down, either. It’s like I went to sleep yesterday, and when I woke up my world was stolen away and a different one was left in its place. A broken one.”
I knew that sense of betrayal very well. I remembered vividly the angry shock when I found out what the world was really like some sixty years ago. I still feel it today. “I’m sorry. I can go visit Henry alone if you like, and come back here to get you afterwards. I’m sure you have people you need to see, like a boyfriend or a boss or something.”
“You can stop that, I’m going. And I don’t have a boyfriend anymore, not for a couple of months now. Apparently, taking care of my grandfather was a real downer, so he split. And now I don’t have any real family left, either. I guess I could call my boss at the restaurant I work at, but fuck him. He’s a jerk anyway.”
Hearing about lost boyfriends and restaurant jobs made me nostalgic for my own youth, or at least my innocence, before I went overseas. It was like looking through an ancient soda shop window and seeing yourself seated at the counter, just a kid, laughing with your buddies. I didn’t have the right to drag her out of the light, but if I didn’t, things were going to go badly for a whole lot of people. I don’t understand why the world always seems to require sacrifice to do the right thing, but even after all these years I still had every intention of avoiding it. I haven’t managed it yet, but there’s always a first time.
There wasn’t anything else to say, so we finished eating in silence.
9
W e stopped at a store on the way to the airport so that I could get two duffel bags and fill one of them with toiletries and clothes. The store was too big and sterile, and the shirts seemed like they were made of less fabric than they used to be. In fact, everything seemed to be TV props of the real thing, brighter and slicker, but also flimsy and insubstantial. Disposable. Anne geared up as well, just with more clothes and double the toiletries. I paid for everything.
Standing out in the parking lot, I transferred the remaining contents of the battered metal toolbox to the empty duffel. An early fall rain was coming, and streamers of cool air whipped past me, carrying fine droplets and the scent of electricity.
I borrowed Anne’s cell phone as we drove towards the
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