I mean—faeries? Like ‘clap if you believe in faeries’?”
Lolli snorted. “You saw one. You tell me.”
“I did tell you. I told you I don’t know what I saw. A woman with goat feet? You shooting something weird in your arm? Paper that dances around? Is that supposed to add up?”
Lolli scowled.
“How do you know it’s real?” Val demanded.
“The troll tunnel,” Lolli said. “You won’t be able to explain that away.”
“Troll?”
“Luis made a deal with him. It was when Dave and their mom got shot. Their mother was dead when the ambulance came, but Dave was in the hospital for a while. Luis promised the troll he would serve him for a year if he saved Dave’s life.”
“That’s who Dave was doing the delivery for?” Val asked.
“He took you on one of those?” Lolli blew out a breath that might have been a laugh. “Wow, he really is the worst spy in the world.”
“What is the big deal about telling me? Why does Luis care what I know? Like you said to Dave, no one is going to believe me.”
“Luis says none of us are supposed to know, not even Dave. They ’d be mad, he says. But since he started doing deliveries for Ravus, some of the other faeries have him doing errands for them. Dave does some of the troll’s jobs.”
“My friend Ruth used to make up things. She said she had a boyfriend named Zachary that lived in England. She showed me letters full of angsty poetry. Basically, the truth was that Ruth wrote herself letters, printed them out, and lied about it. I know all about liars,” Val said. “It’s not like I don’t believe what you’re saying, but what if Luis is lying to you?”
“What if he is?” asked Lolli.
Val felt a burst of anger, the worse because it was directionless. “Whatever. Where’s the troll tunnel? We’ll find out for ourselves.”
“I know the way,” Lolli said. “I followed Luis to the entrance.”
“But you didn’t go inside?” Val stood up.
“No.” Lolli stood, too, dusting off her skirt. “I didn’t want to go alone and Dave wouldn’t come with me.”
“What do you think a troll is?” Val asked as Lolli scrounged through the cloth and bags on the platform. Val thought of the story of the three goats, thought of the game WarCraft and the little green trolls that carried axes and said, “Wanna buy a cigar?” and “Say hello to my little friend” when you clicked on them enough times. None of that seemed real, but the world would certainly be cooler with something so unreal in it.
“Got it,” Lolli said, holding up a flashlight that gave off a dim and inconstant glow. “This isn’t going to last.”
Val jumped off onto the track level. “We’ll be quick.”
With a sigh, Lolli climbed down after her.
As they walked through the subway tunnel, the failing flashlight washed the black walls amber, highlighting the soot and the miles of electrical cording that threaded through the tunnel. It was like moving through the veins of the city.
They passed a live platform, where people waited for a train. Lolli waved to them as they stared, but Val reached down and picked up the discarded batteries of a dozen CD players. As they moved on, she tried each battery in turn, until she found two that strengthened the beam of the flashlight.
Now it lit piles of garbage, catching the green reflection of rat eyes and the moving walls of roaches that throve in the heat and the dark. Val heard a thin whistle.
“Train,” Val yelled, pushing Lolli against the gap in the wall, a shallow crevice thick with grime. Dust gusted through the air a moment before the train barreled past on another track. Lolli cackled and pressed her face close to Val’s.
“One fine day in the middle of the night,” she intoned. “Two dead boys got up to fight.”
“Stop it,” Val said, pulling away.
“Back to back they faced each other, pulled out their swords and shot one another. The deaf cop on the beat heard the noise and came and shot the two dead
Lolli snorted. “You saw one. You tell me.”
“I did tell you. I told you I don’t know what I saw. A woman with goat feet? You shooting something weird in your arm? Paper that dances around? Is that supposed to add up?”
Lolli scowled.
“How do you know it’s real?” Val demanded.
“The troll tunnel,” Lolli said. “You won’t be able to explain that away.”
“Troll?”
“Luis made a deal with him. It was when Dave and their mom got shot. Their mother was dead when the ambulance came, but Dave was in the hospital for a while. Luis promised the troll he would serve him for a year if he saved Dave’s life.”
“That’s who Dave was doing the delivery for?” Val asked.
“He took you on one of those?” Lolli blew out a breath that might have been a laugh. “Wow, he really is the worst spy in the world.”
“What is the big deal about telling me? Why does Luis care what I know? Like you said to Dave, no one is going to believe me.”
“Luis says none of us are supposed to know, not even Dave. They ’d be mad, he says. But since he started doing deliveries for Ravus, some of the other faeries have him doing errands for them. Dave does some of the troll’s jobs.”
“My friend Ruth used to make up things. She said she had a boyfriend named Zachary that lived in England. She showed me letters full of angsty poetry. Basically, the truth was that Ruth wrote herself letters, printed them out, and lied about it. I know all about liars,” Val said. “It’s not like I don’t believe what you’re saying, but what if Luis is lying to you?”
“What if he is?” asked Lolli.
Val felt a burst of anger, the worse because it was directionless. “Whatever. Where’s the troll tunnel? We’ll find out for ourselves.”
“I know the way,” Lolli said. “I followed Luis to the entrance.”
“But you didn’t go inside?” Val stood up.
“No.” Lolli stood, too, dusting off her skirt. “I didn’t want to go alone and Dave wouldn’t come with me.”
“What do you think a troll is?” Val asked as Lolli scrounged through the cloth and bags on the platform. Val thought of the story of the three goats, thought of the game WarCraft and the little green trolls that carried axes and said, “Wanna buy a cigar?” and “Say hello to my little friend” when you clicked on them enough times. None of that seemed real, but the world would certainly be cooler with something so unreal in it.
“Got it,” Lolli said, holding up a flashlight that gave off a dim and inconstant glow. “This isn’t going to last.”
Val jumped off onto the track level. “We’ll be quick.”
With a sigh, Lolli climbed down after her.
As they walked through the subway tunnel, the failing flashlight washed the black walls amber, highlighting the soot and the miles of electrical cording that threaded through the tunnel. It was like moving through the veins of the city.
They passed a live platform, where people waited for a train. Lolli waved to them as they stared, but Val reached down and picked up the discarded batteries of a dozen CD players. As they moved on, she tried each battery in turn, until she found two that strengthened the beam of the flashlight.
Now it lit piles of garbage, catching the green reflection of rat eyes and the moving walls of roaches that throve in the heat and the dark. Val heard a thin whistle.
“Train,” Val yelled, pushing Lolli against the gap in the wall, a shallow crevice thick with grime. Dust gusted through the air a moment before the train barreled past on another track. Lolli cackled and pressed her face close to Val’s.
“One fine day in the middle of the night,” she intoned. “Two dead boys got up to fight.”
“Stop it,” Val said, pulling away.
“Back to back they faced each other, pulled out their swords and shot one another. The deaf cop on the beat heard the noise and came and shot the two dead
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