enough to be real. She lied all the time about who her family was and the famous people she knew and all the stuff she’d done. She mostly hung out with the younger girls because everybody else had her figured out and wouldn’t listen to her shit.”
“Hold on. Hester Podegill?”
“Yeah. One of her thousand and one names.” She looked at me odd.
There were Podegills off in a back room of my mind. Neighbors in the old days. Bunch of daughters. A couple of them turned up pregnant at thirteen. I began to recall the talk and the way people had shunned the parents... Third floor, that’s where they’d lived. And the little one, a blonde named Hester, would have been about ten when I left for the Marines.
But the Podegills were dead.
The only letter my brother wrote in his life he wrote to tell me how the Podegills died in a fire. The tragedy really broke him up. He’d had it bad for one of the girls.
That letter had taken two years to catch up to me. By the time it did my brother had been in the Cantard a year himself. He’s still down there. Like a lot of others, he won’t be coming home.
Maya asked, “That name mean something to you, Garrett?”
“It reminded me of my brother. I haven’t thought about him for a long time.”
“I didn’t know you had one.”
“I don’t now. He was killed at Flat Hat Mesa. Ask me sometime and I’ll show you the medal they gave my mother. She put it in a box with the ones for her father, her two brothers, and my father. My father got it when I was four and Mikey was two. I used to be able to remember Dad’s face if I tried hard. I can’t anymore.”
She was quiet for a few seconds. “I never thought about you having a family. Where’s your mom now?”
“Gone. After they gave her Mikey’s medal she just gave up. Nothing to live for anymore.”
“But you —”
“There’s another medal in that box. It has my name on it. The Marines delivered it four days before the Army delivered Mikey’s.”
“Why? You weren’t dead.”
“They thought I was. My outfit was on an island the Venageti invaded. They claimed they killed us all. Actually, we were out in a swamp, living on cattails and bugs and crocodile eggs while we picked them off. Mom was gone before the news got back after Karenta recaptured the island.”
“That’s sad. I’m sorry. It isn’t fair.”
“Life isn’t fair, Maya. I’ve learned to live with it. Mostly, I don’t think about it. I don’t let it shape me or drive me.”
She grunted. I was getting preachy and she was getting ready to respond the way kids always do. We’d been sitting there no more than ten minutes but it seemed a lot longer.
“Somebody’s coming,” she said coldly.
15
Somebody was Jill Craight looking like she’d seen a zombie and his seven brothers. She would have run past us if I hadn’t said, “Jill?”
She squeaked and jumped. Then she recognized me. “Garrett. I was coming to see you. I didn’t know where else to turn.” Her voice squeaked. She looked at Maya but didn’t recognize her.
“What’s the trouble?”
Jill gulped air. “There’s... There are dead men in my apartment. Three of them. What should I do?”
I got up. “Let’s go look.”
Maya bounced up and invited herself along. Jill was too rattled to care. I figured she’d be safer tagging along than wandering around alone.
Near the door to Jill’s building I spied something I’d missed when the light was poorer — blood. The women didn’t notice.
I found more spots inside, small, nothing to grab the attention if you weren’t looking. I noted that the building was in better shape than its contemporaries.
Lamps on the landings lighted the stairs. I caught sounds of life as we stole to the second-floor landing, first a woman’s laughter sudden as the shattering of a glass, then sounds of a woman either having one heck of a good time or fighting a bad bellyache.
There were four doors down the second-floor hall
“Hold on. Hester Podegill?”
“Yeah. One of her thousand and one names.” She looked at me odd.
There were Podegills off in a back room of my mind. Neighbors in the old days. Bunch of daughters. A couple of them turned up pregnant at thirteen. I began to recall the talk and the way people had shunned the parents... Third floor, that’s where they’d lived. And the little one, a blonde named Hester, would have been about ten when I left for the Marines.
But the Podegills were dead.
The only letter my brother wrote in his life he wrote to tell me how the Podegills died in a fire. The tragedy really broke him up. He’d had it bad for one of the girls.
That letter had taken two years to catch up to me. By the time it did my brother had been in the Cantard a year himself. He’s still down there. Like a lot of others, he won’t be coming home.
Maya asked, “That name mean something to you, Garrett?”
“It reminded me of my brother. I haven’t thought about him for a long time.”
“I didn’t know you had one.”
“I don’t now. He was killed at Flat Hat Mesa. Ask me sometime and I’ll show you the medal they gave my mother. She put it in a box with the ones for her father, her two brothers, and my father. My father got it when I was four and Mikey was two. I used to be able to remember Dad’s face if I tried hard. I can’t anymore.”
She was quiet for a few seconds. “I never thought about you having a family. Where’s your mom now?”
“Gone. After they gave her Mikey’s medal she just gave up. Nothing to live for anymore.”
“But you —”
“There’s another medal in that box. It has my name on it. The Marines delivered it four days before the Army delivered Mikey’s.”
“Why? You weren’t dead.”
“They thought I was. My outfit was on an island the Venageti invaded. They claimed they killed us all. Actually, we were out in a swamp, living on cattails and bugs and crocodile eggs while we picked them off. Mom was gone before the news got back after Karenta recaptured the island.”
“That’s sad. I’m sorry. It isn’t fair.”
“Life isn’t fair, Maya. I’ve learned to live with it. Mostly, I don’t think about it. I don’t let it shape me or drive me.”
She grunted. I was getting preachy and she was getting ready to respond the way kids always do. We’d been sitting there no more than ten minutes but it seemed a lot longer.
“Somebody’s coming,” she said coldly.
15
Somebody was Jill Craight looking like she’d seen a zombie and his seven brothers. She would have run past us if I hadn’t said, “Jill?”
She squeaked and jumped. Then she recognized me. “Garrett. I was coming to see you. I didn’t know where else to turn.” Her voice squeaked. She looked at Maya but didn’t recognize her.
“What’s the trouble?”
Jill gulped air. “There’s... There are dead men in my apartment. Three of them. What should I do?”
I got up. “Let’s go look.”
Maya bounced up and invited herself along. Jill was too rattled to care. I figured she’d be safer tagging along than wandering around alone.
Near the door to Jill’s building I spied something I’d missed when the light was poorer — blood. The women didn’t notice.
I found more spots inside, small, nothing to grab the attention if you weren’t looking. I noted that the building was in better shape than its contemporaries.
Lamps on the landings lighted the stairs. I caught sounds of life as we stole to the second-floor landing, first a woman’s laughter sudden as the shattering of a glass, then sounds of a woman either having one heck of a good time or fighting a bad bellyache.
There were four doors down the second-floor hall
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