"No wonder. We"re pretty darn strong," Mom laughed, cleaning up. Mink sat there, staring at the table, seeing what she was talking about.
"Until, one day," whispered Mink melodramatically, "they thought of children!"
"Well!" said Mrs. Morris brightly.
"And they thought of how grownups are so busy they never look under rosebushes or on lawns!"
"Only for snails and fungus."
"And then there"s something about dim-dims."
"Dim-dims?"
"Dimens-shuns."
"Dimensions?"
"Four of "em! And there"s something about kids under nine and imagination. It"s real funny to hear Drill talk."
Mrs. Morris was tired. "Well, it must be funny. You"re keeping Drill waiting now. It"s getting late in the day and, if you want to have your Invasion before your supper bath, you"d better jump."
"Do I have to take a bath?" growled Mink.
"You do. Why is it children hate water? No matter what age you live in children hate water behind the ears!"
"Drill says I won"t have to take baths," said Mink.
"Oh, he does, does he?"
"He told all the kids that. No more baths. And we can stay up till ten o"clock and go to two televisor shows on Sat.u.r.day "stead of one!"
"Well, Mr. Drill better mind his p"s and q"s. I"ll call up his mother and-"
Mink went to the door. "We"re having trouble with guys like Pete Britz and Dale Jerrick. They"re growing up. They make fun. They"re worse than parents. They just won"t believe in Drill. They"re so snooty, "cause they"re growing up. You"d think they"d know better. They were little only a coupla years ago. I hate them worst. We"ll kill them first."
"Your father and I last?"
"Drill says you"re dangerous. Know why? "Cause you don"t believe in Martians! They"re going to let us run the world. Well, not just us, but the kids over in the next block too. I might be queen." She opened the door.
"Mom?"
"Yes?"
"What"s lodge-ick?"
"Logic? Why, dear, logic is knowing what things are true and not true."
"He mentioned that," said Mink. "And what"s im-pres-sion-able?" It took her a minute to say it.
"Why, it means-" Her mother looked at the floor, laughing gently. "It means-to be a child, dear."
"Thanks for lunch!" Mink ran out, then stuck her head back in. "Mom, I"ll be sure you won"t be hurt much, really!"
"Well, thanks," said Mom.
Slam went the door.
At four o"clock the audio-visor buzzed. Mrs. Morris flipped the tab. "h.e.l.lo, Helen!" she said in welcome.
"h.e.l.lo, Mary. How are things in New York?"
"Fine. How are things in Scranton? You look tired."
"So do you. The children. Underfoot," said Helen.
Mrs. Morris sighed. "My Mink too. The super-Invasion."
Helen laughed. "Are your kids playing that game too?"
"Lord, yes. Tomorrow it"ll be geometrical jacks and motorized hopscotch. Were we this bad when we were kids in "48?"
"Worse. j.a.ps and n.a.z.is. Don"t know how my parents put up with me. Tomboy."
"Parents learn to shut their ears."
A silence.
"What"s wrong, Mary?" asked Helen.
Mrs. Morris"s eyes were half closed; her tongue slid slowly, thoughtfully, over her lower lip. "Eh?" She jerked. "Oh, nothing. Just thought about that. Shutting ears and such. Never mind. Where were we?"
"My boy Tim"s got a crush on some guy named-Drill, I think it was."
"Must be a new pa.s.sword. Mink likes him too."
"Didn"t know it had got as far as New York. Word of mouth, I imagine. Looks like a sc.r.a.p drive. I talked to Josephine and she said her kids-that"s in Boston-are wild on this new game. It"s sweeping the country."
At this moment Mink trotted into the kitchen to gulp a gla.s.s of water. Mrs. Morris turned. "How"re things going?"
"Almost finished," said Mink.
"Swell," said Mrs. Morris. "What"s that?"
"A yo-yo," said Mink. "Watch."
She flung the yo-yo down its string. Reaching the end it-It vanished.
"See?" said Mink. "Ope!" Dibbling her finger, she made the yo-yo reappear and zip up the string.
"Do that again," said her mother.
"Can"t. Zero hour"s five o"clock! By." Mink exited, zipping her yo-yo.
On the audio-visor, Helen laughed. "Tim brought one of those yo-yos in this morning, but when I got curious he said he wouldn"t show it to me, and when I tried to work it, finally, it wouldn"t work."
"You"re not impressionable," said Mrs. Morris.
"What?"
"Never mind. Something I thought of. Can I help you, Helen?"
"I wanted to get that black-and-white cake recipe-"
The hour drowsed by. The day waned. The sun lowered in the peaceful blue sky. Shadows lengthened on the green lawns. The laughter and excitement continued. One little girl ran away, crying. Mrs. Morris came out the front door.
"Mink, was that Peggy Ann crying?"
Mink was bent over in the yard, near the rosebush. "Yeah. She"s a scare-baby. We won"t let her play, now. She"s getting too old to play. I guess she grew up all of a sudden."
"Is that why she cried? Nonsense. Give me a civil answer, young lady, or inside you come!"
Mink whirled in consternation, mixed with irritation. "I can"t quit now. It"s almost time. I"ll be good. I"m sorry."
"Did you hit Peggy Ann?"
"No, honest. You ask her. It was something-well, she"s just a scaredy pants."
The ring of children drew in around Mink where she scowled at her work with spoons and a kind of square-shaped arrangement of hammers and pipes. "There and there," murmured Mink.
"What"s wrong?" said Mrs. Morris.
"Drill"s stuck. Halfway. If we could only get him all the way through, it"d be easier. Then all the others could come through after him."
"Can I help?"
"No"m, thanks. I"ll fix it."
"All right. I"ll call you for your bath in half an hour. I"m tired of watching you."
She went in and sat in the electric relaxing chair, sipping a little beer from a half-empty gla.s.s. The chair ma.s.saged her back. Children, children. Children and love and hate, side by side. Sometimes children loved you, hated you-all in half a second. Strange children, did they ever forget or forgive the whippings and the harsh, strict words of command? She wondered. How can you ever forget or forgive those over and above you, those tall and silly dictators?
Time pa.s.sed. A curious, waiting silence came upon the street, deepening.
Five o"clock. A clock sang softly somewhere in the house in a quiet, musical voice: "Five o"clock-five o"clock. Time"s a-wasting. Five o"clock," and purred away into silence.
Zero hour.
Mrs. Morris chuckled in her throat. Zero hour.
A beetle car hummed into the driveway. Mr. Morris. Mrs. Morris smiled. Mr. Morris got out of the beetle, locked it, and called h.e.l.lo to Mink at her work. Mink ignored him. He laughed and stood for a moment watching the children. Then he walked up the front steps.
"h.e.l.lo, darling."
"h.e.l.lo, Henry."
She strained forward on the edge of the chair, listening. The children were silent. Too silent.
He emptied his pipe, refilled it. "Swell day. Makes you glad to be alive."
Buzz.
"What"s that?" asked Henry.
"I don"t know." She got up suddenly, her eyes widening. She was going to say something. She stopped it. Ridiculous. Her nerves jumped. "Those children haven"t anything dangerous out there, have they?" she said.
"Nothing but pipes and hammers. Why?"
"Nothing electrical?"
"Heck, no," said Henry. "I looked."
She walked to the kitchen. The buzzing continued. "Just the same, you"d better go tell them to quit. It"s after five. Tell them-" Her eyes widened and narrowed. "Tell them to put off their Invasion until tomorrow." She laughed, nervously.
The buzzing grew louder.
"What are they up to? I"d better go look, all right."
The explosion!
The house shook with dull sound. There were other explosions in other yards on other streets.
Involuntarily, Mrs. Morris screamed. "Up this way!" she cried senselessly, knowing no sense, no reason. Perhaps she saw something from the corners of her eyes; perhaps she smelled a new odor or heard a new noise. There was no time to argue with Henry to convince him. Let him think her insane. Yes, insane! Shrieking, she ran upstairs. He ran after her to see what she was up to. "In the attic!" she screamed. "That"s where it is!" It was only a poor excuse to get him in the attic in time. Oh, G.o.d-in time!
Another explosion outside. The children screamed with delight, as if at a great fireworks display.
"It"s not in the attic!" cried Henry. "It"s outside!"
"No, no!" Wheezing, gasping, she fumbled at the attic door. "I"ll show you. Hurry! I"ll show you!"
They tumbled into the attic. She slammed the door, locked it, took the key, threw it into a far, cluttered corner. She was babbling wild stuff now. It came out of her. All the subconscious suspicion and fear that had gathered secretly all afternoon and fermented like a wine in her. All the little revelations and knowledges and sense that had bothered her all day and which she had logically and carefully and sensibly rejected and censored. Now it exploded in her and shook her to bits.
"There, there," she said, sobbing against the door. "We"re safe until tonight. Maybe we can sneak out. Maybe we can escape!"
Henry blew up too, but for another reason. "Are you crazy? Why"d you throw that key away? d.a.m.n it, honey!"
"Yes, yes, I"m crazy, if it helps, but stay here with me!"
"I don"t know how in h.e.l.l I can get out!"