"I think it"s served its purpose," he said. He wadded it up, tossed it in the stove, and slammed the door shut. He didn"t even get burned. "Come help me on the greenhouse, Lynn," he said.
It was pitch-dark outside and really getting cold. My sneakers were starting to get stiff. Dad held the flashlight and pulled the plastic tight over the wooden slats. I stapled the plastic every two inches all the way around the frame and my finger about every other time. After we finished one frame I asked Dad if I could go back in and put on my boots.
"Did you get the seeds for the tomatoes?" he said, like he hadn"t even heard me. "Or were you too busy looking for the letter?"
"I didn"t look for it," I said. "I found it. I thought you"d be glad to get the letter and know what happened to the Clearys."
Dad was pulling the plastic across the next frame, so hard it was getting little puckers in it. "We already knew," he said.
He handed me the flashlight and took the staple gun out of my hand. "You want me to say it?" he said. "You want me to tell you exactly what happened to them? All right. I would imagine they were close enough to Chicago to have been vaporized when the bombs. .h.i.t. If they were, they were lucky. Because there aren"t any mountains like ours around Chicago. So they got caught in the fire storm or they died of flash burns or radiation sickness or else some looter shot them."
"Or their own family," I said.
"Or their own family." He put the staple gun against the wood and pulled the trigger. "I have a theory about what happened the summer before last," he said. He moved the gun down and shot another staple into the wood. "I don"t think the Russians started it or the United States either. I think it was some little terrorist group somewhere or maybe just one person. I don"t think they had any idea what would happen when they dropped their bomb. I think they were just so hurt and angry and frightened by the way things were that they just lashed out. With a bomb." He stapled the frame clear to the bottom and straightened up to start on the other side. "What do you think of that theory, Lynn?"
"I told you," I said. "I found the letter while I was looking for Mrs. Talbot"s magazine."
He turned and pointed the staple gun at me. "But whatever reason they did it for, they brought the whole world crashing down on their heads. Whether they meant it or not, they had to live with the consequences."
"If they lived," I said. "If somebody didn"t shoot them."
"I can"t let you go to the post office anymore," he said. "It"s too dangerous."
"What about Mrs. Talbot"s magazines?"
"Go check on the fire," he said.
I went back inside. David had come back and was standing by the fireplace again, looking at the wall. Mom had set up the card table and the folding chairs in front of the fireplace. Mrs. Talbot was in the kitchen cutting up potatoes, only it looked like it was onions the way she was crying.
The fire had practically gone out. I stuck a couple of wadded-up magazine pages in to get it going again. The fire flared up with a brilliant blue and green. I tossed a couple of pine cones and some sticks onto the burning paper. One of the pine cones rolled off to the side and lay there in the ashes. I grabbed for it and hit my hand on the door of the stove.
Right in the same place. Great. The blister would pull the old scab off and we could start all over again. And of course Mom was standing right there, holding the pan of potato soup. She put it on the top of the stove and grabbed up my hand like it was evidence in a crime or something. She didn"t say anything, she just stood there holding it and blinking.
"I burned it," I said. "I just burned it."
She touched the edges of the old scab, like she was afraid of catching something.
"It"s a burn!" I shouted, s.n.a.t.c.hing my hand back and cramming David"s stupid logs into the stove. "It isn"t radiation sickness. It"s a burn."
"Do you know where your father is, Lynn?" she said as if she hadn"t even heard me.
"He"s out on the back porch," I said, "building his f.u.c.king greenhouse."
"He"s gone," she said. "He took St.i.tch with him."
"He can"t have taken St.i.tch," I said. "He"s afraid of the dark." She didn"t say anything. "Do you know know how dark it is out there?" how dark it is out there?"
"Yes," she said, and went and looked out the window. "I know how dark it is."
I got my parka off the hook by the fireplace and started out the door.
David grabbed my arm. "Where the h.e.l.l do you think you"re going?"
I wrenched away from him. "To find St.i.tch. He"s afraid of the dark."
"Its too dark," he said. "You"ll get lost."
"So what? It"s safer than hanging around this place," I said and slammed the door shut on his hand.
I made it halfway to the woodpile before he grabbed me again, this time with his other hand. I should have gotten them both with the door.
"Let me go," I said. "I"m leaving. I"m going to go find some other people to live with."
"There aren"t any other people! For Christ"s sake, we went all the way to South Park last winter. There wasn"t anybody We didn"t even see those looters. And what if you run into them, the looters that shot Mr. Talbot?"
"What if I do? The worst they could do is shoot me. I"ve been shot at before."
"You"re acting crazy, you know that, don"t you?" he said. "Comin" in here out of the clear blue, taking potshots at everybody with that crazy letter!"
"Potshots!" I said, so mad I was afraid I was going to start crying. "Potshots! What about last summer? Who was taking potshots then?"
"You didn"t have any business taking the shortcut," David said. "Dad told you never to come that way."
"Was that any reason to try and shoot shoot m me? Was that any reason to Was that any reason to kill kill Rusty?" Rusty?"
David was squeezing my arm so hard I thought he was going to snap it right in two. "The looters had a dog with them. We found its tracks all around Mr. Talbot. When you took the shortcut and we heard Rusty barking, we thought you were the looters." He looked at me. "Mom"s right. Paranoia"s the number one killer. We were all a little crazy last summer. We"re all a little crazy all the time, I guess, and then you pull a stunt like bringing that letter home, reminding everybody of everything that"s happened, of everybody we"ve lost ..." He let go of my arm and looked down at his hand like he didn"t even know he"d practically broken my arm.
"I told you," I said. "I found it while I was looking for a magazine. I thought you"d all be glad I found it."
"Yeah," he said. "I"ll bet."
He went inside and I stayed out a long time, waiting for Dad and St.i.tch. When I came in, n.o.body even looked up. Mom was still standing at the window I could see a star over her head. Mrs. Talbot had stopped crying and was setting the table. Mom dished up the soup and we all sat down. While we were eating, Dad came in.
He had St.i.tch with him. And all the magazines. "I"m sorry, Mrs. Talbot," he said. "If you"d like, I"ll put them under the house and you can send Lynn for them one at a time."
"It doesn"t matter," she said. "I don"t feel like reading them anymore."
Dad put the magazines on the couch and sat down at the card table. Mom dished him up a bowl of soup. "I got the seeds," he said. "The tomato seeds had gotten water-soaked, but the corn and squash were okay." He looked at me. "I had to board up the post office, Lynn," he said. "You understand that, don"t you, that I can"t let you go there anymore? It"s just too dangerous."
"I told you," I said. "I found it. While I was looking for a magazine."
"The fire"s going out," he said.
After they shot Rusty I wasn"t allowed to go anywhere for a month for fear they"d shoot me when I came home, not even when I promised to take the long way around. But then St.i.tch showed up and nothing happened and they let me start going again. I went every day till the end of summer and after that whenever they"d let me. I must have looked through every pile of mail a hundred times before I found the letter from the Clearys. Mrs. Talbot was right about the post office. The letter was in somebody else"s box.
n.o.body knows what housewives do all day. n.o.body cares either, and this places the housewife in the same position as Miss Marple, whom people are continually underestimating, and gives the housewife a certain freedom and power that make her the perfect heroine.
I"ve used the housewife heroine in several stories, and she appears in this one in her guise as Young Mother. The role of Young Mother is a little more constraining in that when something important happens, she is likely to miss it because she is wiping somebody"s runny nose or putting on somebody"s boots. On On the other hand, while she is pushing somebody on a swing or waiting for somebody to finish their c.o.ke, she has a lot of time to think. And sometimes, taking somebody to the bathroom, she sees something everyone else has missed. the other hand, while she is pushing somebody on a swing or waiting for somebody to finish their c.o.ke, she has a lot of time to think. And sometimes, taking somebody to the bathroom, she sees something everyone else has missed.
And Come from Miles Around
Laynie had to go to the bathroom again. Meg guided her through the crowded cafe to the back. The bathroom was crowded, too. Meg waited in the hall with Laynie. On the wall above the telephone, someone had written in Magic Marker, "Eclipse or Bust," and had drawn a crude sun, a circle with uneven lines radiating from it. Under that someone else had scrawled in pencil, "It better not be cloudy I came all the way from Houston."
When Meg came back to the table carrying the little girl, Rich and Paulos had both disappeared. Meg ordered Laynie another c.o.ke and stared out the window, wondering how long it would take a two-year-old to overdose on sugar. Emergency situations required emergency measures, and seven hundred miles in a car with Laynie was an emergency situation. With Rich"s colleague Paulos along, Laynie could hardly be allowed to indulge in her usual trip behavior, which was to hang over the backs of their seats, shouting "cow" at regular intervals and dropping her gum down their backs. This trip Meg had sat in the back seat with Laynie and a litter of sticker books and doll clothes, popping Lifesavers into her mouth every time she asked how much farther it was to Tana.
And now here they were in Montana, and the men had gone G.o.d knows where, probably back to the Chamber of Commerce to ask more obscure questions about f-stops and mylar filters. They had already been there once. Meg had stood in the slushy snow outside the crowded office while Laynie ran around and around the towns resident Air Force missile, screaming like a wild Indian. No one had paid any attention to her. People had cl.u.s.tered in little groups, reading over the free brochures and arguing about a line of minuscule clouds in the southwest.
They were cl.u.s.tered together on the streets, too. The locals were easy to spot. They were the only ones who weren"t anxiously watching the sky They were also the only ones not wearing T-shirts that said "Eclipse "79" in psychedelic orange and yellow.
The four men walking down the other side of the street were definitely not locals. They were all talking at once and gesturing wildly at the sky Scientists, thought Meg. You can always tell scientists. Their pants are too short. These four all looked alike: short black pants, short-sleeved shirts with the pocket crammed with pencils and metal clips and a flat calculator. Short sandy hair and black-rimmed gla.s.ses. Heads of four science departments somewhere, Meg thought. Scientificus Americanos Scientificus Americanos in the flesh. They were obviously talking about the weather, even threatening it, from the look of some of those gestures, although the sky was perfectly clear as far as Meg could see. And yet oblivious to the weather, too, standing there in the twenty-degree cold in their shirt sleeves. One looked dressed for an eclipse in Hawaii in a flower-splashed orange shirt. She would have thought they were in the wrong place altogether if Rich"s coat hadn"t still been slung over the back of the booth. in the flesh. They were obviously talking about the weather, even threatening it, from the look of some of those gestures, although the sky was perfectly clear as far as Meg could see. And yet oblivious to the weather, too, standing there in the twenty-degree cold in their shirt sleeves. One looked dressed for an eclipse in Hawaii in a flower-splashed orange shirt. She would have thought they were in the wrong place altogether if Rich"s coat hadn"t still been slung over the back of the booth.
The men came back. Rich had bought a T-shirt for Laynie. She refused to put it on. "I think I"d better take her back to the motel so she can have some kind of nap," Meg said. "She"s about done in."
Rich nodded. "You didn"t bring any masking tape, did you? Some guys over at the Chamber of Commerce said an eye patch makes it easier to see the corona at totality."
"Maybe one of the drugstores is open," Paulos said. "The seminars start at two-thirty. Surely we can find a drugstore open."
"What if we meet you at the seminar?" Rich said. He gave Meg the key to the motel room and took off again, remembering his coat this time. Meg struggled Laynie into her snowsuit, paid the bill, and carried her back to the motel.
Two redheaded teenage boys were setting up an expensive-looking telescope in the parking lot of the motel. The No Vacancy sign flashed on and off in the sunny afternoon. Laynie was already asleep against Meg"s shoulder. She stopped to admire the telescope. The boys were from Arizona. "Do you know how lucky we are?" one of them said. "I mean, how lucky?" lucky?"
"It does look like we"re going to have good weather," Meg said, shielding her eyes against the sun to look at the clouds in the southwest. They seemed to be dwindling.
"I don"t mean the weather," the boy said, with an air of contempt Meg was sure he didn"t feel, not when he"d come all the way from Arizona. "If we lived on Jupiter we wouldn"t have this at all."
"No," Meg said, smiling, "I suppose we wouldn"t."
"See, the sun is exactly four hundred times bigger than the moon and exactly four hundred times farther away. So they just fit. It doesn"t happen like that anyplace else in the whole universe probably!"
He was talking very loudly. Laynie shifted uneasily against Meg"s shoulder. Her cheeks were flushed, a sure sign that she was worn out. Meg smiled at the boys and took Laynie into the room. She turned back the red chenille bedspread and laid Laynie on the blankets, then kicked off her shoes and lay down beside her.
The boys were still outside when she woke up, loudly telling the landlady how lucky she was not to be living on Venus. The landlady probably already knew how lucky she was. Meg was relatively sure she didn"t usually get to use her No Vacancy sign in February. She was positive she didn"t usually get thirty-five dollars a room.
Meg had a long chenille-nubbled crease down her cheek from where she"d slept on the folded bedspread. She combed her hair, pulled on a sweater, and sat down on the bed beside Laynie. It was only a little after two. The seminar was supposed to last two and a half hours, with a film at three O"clock. There was no way Laynie could last through the whole thing. She might as well let her sleep.
Laynie was staring at her wide-eyed from the bed. "Tana?" she asked sleepily "Yes," Meg said. "Go back to sleep."
Laynie sat up. "Clips?" she said, and crawled off the bed.
"Not yet. Would you like to go swing? Let"s get your boots on."
The redheaded boys were gone from the parking lot. They had probably gone to the seminar. The landlady directed Meg and Laynie to a park two blocks off the main street. Meg walked slowly, letting Laynie dawdle over a puddle and poke at the piles of dirty snow with a stick she found. On the way, Meg saw the four scientists again. She was relieved to see they were no longer running around without coats. They were all in parkas now and had an a.s.sortment of hats, among them an enormous Stetson and a red wool deerstalker with ear flaps. Protective coloration, Meg thought. Now they looked like everybody else. It didn"t really matter what they wore, though. They could be wearing clown suits for all anybody would notice. The locals only looked at your money; and everybody else was watching the sky.
They were still arguing fiercely about the weather, almost frantically although Meg couldn"t make out what they were saying. It sounded a little like a foreign language, though Meg couldn"t be sure. Scientists talking to each other always sounded a little like a foreign language.
There was no one in the park. Meg wiped a swing dry with the tail of her coat and set Laynie gently going back and forth. She made a circuit of the park, avoiding puddles and forth. She made a circuit of the park, avoiding puddles and thinking it was an awfully small town to have two missiles. This one was not anything like the needle-shaped red, white, and blue one the Chamber of Commerce had. It was short and squat and a painfully nondescript pale khaki color. Army surplus. It had no markings to identify it, but along one side were long, scraggly marks that looked as if they had been scrawled in charcoal. Local graffiti, Meg thought, and moved closer.
It wasn"t graffiti unless it had been put on with a blowtorch. The long row of hash marks had been burned onto the side of the missile. They were slightly uneven in length: Laynie"s idea of writing. At the end of the line was a circle with more hash marks radiating from it. The circle reminded her of something, but she couldn"t think what.
"Rocket," Laynie said.
"No, honey it"s a missile." Actually, it did look a little like a rocket.
"Rocket," Laynie repeated. She was standing behind Meg, in a puddle. Meg couldn"t see the tops of her boots.
"Oh, Laynie," Meg said. "Your good boots!" She helped her out of the puddle.
"Boots!" Laynie wailed. "Wet!"
"Oh, honey," Meg said, and picked her up. "Let"s go change into your sneakers, okay? Your pretty red sneakers, okay?"
Laynie sniffed. "Wet."
"I know." It seemed like a long way back to the motel. "Let"s pretend we"re in a rocket," Meg said to distract Laynie. "Where shall we go?"
"Tana," Laynie said.
"Montana? Meg laughed. "Why?"
"See clips," Laynie said solemnly.
Meg stopped in the middle of the street and looked back at the park.
By the time Meg got Laynie into dry socks and the red sneakers, it was nearly three-thirty, which meant the questions should be over and the scheduled movie started. Laynie was very good in movies, no matter what they were about, so Meg decided to risk meeting Rich. Thank goodness it was a little town. The high school was only two blocks farther than the park, perched on the top of a hill. The Chamber of Commerce had recommended it as the best viewing site for tomorrow.
Meg had guessed wrong about the movie. They were still asking questions. Rich and Paulos were halfway down the auditorium and in the middle of a row. Meg decided against trying to get to them and sat down in an empty seat almost at the back. She helped Laynie out of her snowsuit and handed her a package of gum.
"Clips?" Laynie asked.
"Not yet," Meg said, "but there"ll be a movie soon." I hope. She tried to tell from the questions being asked how near they were to being finished, but it was impossible to tell anything. The questions were a jumble about shadow bands, welder"s gla.s.s, mylar film, Bailey"s beads. Meg had the feeling from the look on the face of the man leading the discussion that some of the questions had been asked before. He was probably a teacher, because he didn"t know how to hold the microphone right. He was certainly a scientist. He had a calculator and five pencils in his shirt pocket. His pants came almost to the top of his socks.
Meg wondered idly where her four scientists were. She didn"t see them in the crowd, though there were several Stetsons and one fluorescent orange deerstalker. And a million parkas. If Holubar were sponsoring the eclipse, Meg thought, this is what it would look like. Laynie stood on her seat and offered gum to the elderly couple behind her.
The science teacher finally stopped one of the redheaded boys in mid-question and started the movie. It was a National Geographic film of an eclipse out in the ocean somewhere. The scientist who did the narration was the spitting image of Meg"s four. He even had on an orange-flowered Hawaiian shirt. He talked for fifteen minutes about the mechanics of eclipses while Laynie stared raptly at the screen, not even chewing her gum.
"The fact that solar eclipses occur at all is due to a coincidence unique in the solar system, as far as we know, unique in our whole celestial neighborhood. It"s all due to the diameter of the moon, which is three thousand four hundred eighty kilometers, being point oh oh two five times the diameter of the sun, which is ..." He was off again, working out chalky equations. Laynie loved it. The gist of it, Meg gathered, was not that there were eclipses, since everything in the universe must sooner or later manage to get in the way of everything else and ruin the view. The amazing coincidence part was that the sun and the moon were an exact geometric fit, so that instead of just darkness there were the corona, the prominences, all the show that people came from miles around to see.
Laynie had to go to the bathroom. Meg trekked her down a locker-lined hall and nearly collided with her scientists. They brushed past her and out a side door onto the schools tennis courts. The courts were heaped with black snow, but they commanded an unbroken view of the sky.
Meg could see now what they had been arguing about. The sky was still clear, with only a few delicate cirrus clouds above the dipping sun, and that threatening line of clouds had disappeared. But there was a faint haze to the west that Meg recognized now as weather coming. A big front, too. It might be overcast by as early as tonight. So why weren"t the four worried?
They did not look worried at all. The argument was coming near to being resolved, Meg thought, watching them through the door, because their expressions were nearly in agreement and their gesturing was on a smaller and more soothing scale. In fact, Meg thought, they looked a little smug, like Rich and Paulos when they had found the mistake in the program and could now go full speed ahead without interference. She wondered what the weather report for tomorrow would be. I don"t need to hear, she thought irrationally, I already know. She, watched them through the door for a few more minutes and then took Laynie to the bathroom.