As he spoke Red spread red-eye gravy over his grits. We were at Anderson"s, and through the window I could see the hedges and brick of Presbyterian Hospital.
"They"re packaged to sound like seminars, or college courses, but the sessions are scripted to get partic.i.p.ants emotionally and psychologically aroused. That part isn"t mentioned in the brochure. Neither is the fact that attendees will be brainwashed into accepting an entirely new worldview." He forked a piece of country ham.
"How do they work?"
"Most programs last four or five days. The first day is devoted to establishing the leader"s authority. Lots of humiliation and verbal abuse. The next day pounds in the new philosophy. The trainer convinces partic.i.p.ants their lives are c.r.a.p and that the only way out is to accept the new way of thinking."
Grits.
"Day three is typically filled with exercises. Trance inducement. Memory regression. Guided imagery. The trainer gets everyone to dredge up disappointments, rejections, bad memories. It really lays people out emotionally. Then the following day there"s a lot of warm fuzzy group sharing, and the leader morphs from the hard taskmaster to the loving mommy or daddy. It"s the beginning of the pitch for the next series of courses. The last day is fun and happy, with lots of hugs and dancing and music and games. And the hard sell."
A couple in khakis and identical golf shirts slid into the booth to our right. He was seash.e.l.l, she was foam green.
"The damaging thing is that these courses can be incredibly stressful, both physically and psychologically. Most people have no idea how intense it"s going to be. If they did, they wouldn"t sign up."
"Don"t partic.i.p.ants talk about the program afterward?"
"They"re told to be vague, that to discuss the experience would spoil it for others. They"re instructed to rave about how their lives have changed, but to conceal how confrontational and unnerving the process was."
"Where do these groups recruit?" I feared I already knew the answer.
"Everywhere. On the street. Door to door. At schools, businesses, health clinics. They advertise in alternative newspapers, New Age magazines-"
"What about colleges and universities?"
"Very fertile ground. On bulletin boards, in dorms and eating halls, at student activity sign-up days. Some cults a.s.sign members to hang around campus counseling centers looking for students who come in alone. The schools don"t condone or encourage these outfits, but there"s little they can do. The administrations have the flyers removed from bulletin boards, but the ads go right back up."
"But this is a separate animal, right? These awareness seminars are unrelated to the type of cults we discussed before?"
"Not necessarily. Some programs are used to recruit members to background organizations. You take the course, then you"re told that you"ve performed so well you"ve been singled out to go to a higher level, or meet the guru, or whatever."
The words. .h.i.t me like a blow to the chest. Harry"s dinner at the leader"s house.
"Red, what sort of people fall for these things?" I hoped my voice sounded calmer than I felt.
"My research shows that there are two important factors." He ticked them off on greasy fingers. "Depression and broken affiliations."
"What do you mean?"
"Someone who is in transition is often lonely and confused, and therefore vulnerable."
"In transition?"
"Between high school and college, college and a job. Recently separated. Recently fired."
Red"s words blurred into the breakfast clatter. I had to talk to Kit.
When I refocused Red was eyeing me strangely. I knew I had to say something.
"I think my sister may have signed on to one of these group training courses. Inner Life Empowerment."
He shrugged. "There are so many. It"s not one that I know."
"Now she"s gone incommunicado. No one can raise her."
"Tempe, most of these programs are fairly benign. But you should talk to her. The effects can be very damaging for certain individuals."
Like Harry.
The usual mix of fear and aggravation seethed inside me.
I thanked Red and paid the bill. On the sidewalk I remembered another question.
"Have you ever heard of a sociologist named Jeannotte? She studies religious movements."
"Daisy Jeannotte?" One eyebrow rose, sending lopsided furrows across his forehead.
"I met her at McGill several weeks ago and I"m curious about how she"s viewed by her colleagues."
He hesitated. "Yes. I"d heard she was in Canada."
"Do you know her?"
"I knew her years ago." His voice had gone flat. "Jeannotte is not considered mainstream."
"Oh?" I searched his face but it was blank.
"Thank you for the ham and grits, Tempe. I hope you got your money"s worth." His grin looked strained.
I touched his arm. "What aren"t you telling me, Red?"
The grin faded. "Is your sister a pupil of Daisy Jeannotte?"
"No. Why?"
"Jeannotte was at the center of a controversy some years back. I don"t know the real story, and I don"t want to spread gossip. Just be cautious."
I wanted to ask more, but with that he nodded and set off toward his car.
I stood in the sunshine with my mouth open. What the h.e.l.l did that mean?
When I got home Kit had left a message. He"d located a course catalog, but there was nothing that sounded like Harry"s workshop in the North Harris County Community College listings. He had found an Inner Life Empowerment flyer on his mother"s desk, however. The paper had a thumbtack hole, and he suspected it had come from a bulletin board. He"d called the number. It was no longer in service.
Harry"s course had nothing to do with the college!
Red"s words intertwined with Ryan"s, heightening my feeling of dread. New relationships. In transition. Unaffiliated. Vulnerable.
For the rest of the day I skittered from task to task, my concentration destroyed by worry and indecision. Then, as shadows lengthened across my patio, I took a call that jarred me into more organized thinking. I listened in shock as the story unfolded, then I made a decision.
I dialed my department head to tell him that I would be leaving earlier than planned. Since I"d scheduled an absence for the physical anthropology conference my students would miss only one additional cla.s.s period. I was sorry, but I had to go.
When we disconnected I went upstairs to pack. Not for Oakland, but for Montreal.
I had to find my sister.
I had to stop the madness that was rolling in like Piedmont thunder.
29.
AS THE PLANE TOOK OFF I I CLOSED MY EYES AND LEANED INTO THE CLOSED MY EYES AND LEANED INTO THE seat, too exhausted from another restless night to notice my surroundings. Normally I enjoy feeling the acceleration as I rise and watch the world grow small, but not at that moment. The words of a frightened old man rebounded through my brain. seat, too exhausted from another restless night to notice my surroundings. Normally I enjoy feeling the acceleration as I rise and watch the world grow small, but not at that moment. The words of a frightened old man rebounded through my brain.
I stretched, and my foot tapped the package I"d placed beneath the seat. Hand-carried. Always in view. Chain of custody could be important.
Beside me, Ryan flipped through the USAirways magazine. Unable to get a flight from Savannah, he"d driven to Charlotte for the six thirty-five. At the airport he"d elaborated on the statement taken in Texas.
The old man had fled to protect his dog.
Like Kathryn, I thought, afraid for her baby.
"Did he say exactly what they intend to do?" I asked Ryan in a low whisper. The attendant demonstrated seat belts and oxygen.
Ryan shook his head. "The guy"s a zomboid. He was at the ranch because they gave him a place to stay and let him keep his dog. He wasn"t really tuned in to the credo, but he picked up enough." The magazine dropped to his lap.
"He"s rambling on about cosmic energy and guardian angels and fiery inhalation."
"Annihilation?"
Ryan shrugged. "He says the people he lives with don"t belong to this world. Seems they"ve been battling the forces of evil and now it"s time to go. Only he couldn"t bring Fido."
"So he hid under the porch."
Ryan nodded.
"Who are these forces of evil?"
"He"s not sure."
"And he can"t say where the righteous are going?"
"North. Remember, Gramps is not at the top of the bell curve."
"He"s never heard of Dom Owens?"
"No. His troop leader was someone named Toby."
"No last name."
"Last names are of this world. But that"s not who frightens him. Apparently Toby and the c.o.c.ker got along. It"s some woman that scares the s.h.i.t out of him."
What had Kathryn said? "It"s not Dom. It"s her." A face flashed in front of me.
"Who is she?"
"He doesn"t have a name, but he says this chick told Toby that the Antichrist had been destroyed and doomsday was at hand. That"s when the wagon train rolled."
"And?" I felt numb.
"The dog wasn"t invited."
"Nothing else?"
"He says the lady is definitely mother superior."
"Kathryn also spoke of a woman."
"Name?"
"I didn"t ask. It just didn"t sink in at the time."
"What else did she say?"
I repeated what I could remember.
Ryan placed a hand on mine.
"Tempe, we really don"t know anything about this Kathryn except that she"s spent her life with the encounter culture. She shows up at your place claiming she found you through the university. You say your address isn"t listed. That same day forty-three of her closest friends take a hike in two states and the lady does her own vanishing act."
True. Ryan had voiced misgivings about Kathryn earlier.
"You never found out who pulled the cat trick?"
"No." I withdrew my hand and went to work on the thumbnail.
For a while neither of us spoke. Then I remembered something else.
"Kathryn also made reference to an Antichrist."
"How?"