Sally dug in her pocket and pulled out the folded sc.r.a.p of paper with "Wanted: Young woman" on it. She looked at it a minute and then handed it to Ulric. He didn"t even unfold it. He scribbled some numbers on it and handed it back to her.
"This is my security code," he said. "You have to use it for the elevator. My roommate will let you into the apartment." He stopped and looked hard at her. "On second thought, you"d better wait for me in the hall. I"ll be back as soon as I can." He bent and kissed her through the window. "I don"t want to lose you again."
"I-" Sally said, but he had already disappeared into the snow. Sally rolled the window up. The windshield was covered with snow again. She put her hand up to the defroster. There was still no air coming out. She turned on the windshield wipers. Nothing happened.
Gail didn"t get back to her office until after two. Reporters had hung around after the press conference asking her questions about Mr. Mowen"s absence and the waste emissions project. When she did make it back to the office, they began calling, and she didn"t get started on her press conference publicity releases until nearly three. She almost immediately ran into a problem. Her notes mentioned particulates, and she knew Brad had said what kind, but she hadn"t written it down. She couldn"t let the report go without specifying which particulates or the press would jump to all kinds of alarming conclusions. She called Brad. The line was busy. She stuffed everything into a large manila envelope and started over to his apartment to ask him.
"Did you get Research yet?" Mr. Mowen said when Janice came into his office.
"No, sir," Janice said. "The line is still busy. Ulric Henry is here to see you."
Mr. Mowen pushed against his desk and stood up. The movement knocked over Sally"s picture and a pencilholder full of pencils. "You might as well send him in. With my luck, he"s probably found out why I hired him and is here to quit."
Janice went out, and Mr. Mowen tried to gather up the pencils that had scattered all over his desk and get them back in the pencil holder. One rolled toward the edge, and Mr. Mowen leaned over the desk to catch it. Sally"s picture fell over again. When Mr. Mowen looked up, Ulric Henry was watching him. He reached for the last pencil and knocked the receiver off the phone with his elbow.
"How long has it been like this?" Ulric said.
Mr. Mowen straightened up. "It started this morning. I"m not sure I"m going to live through the day."
"That"s what I was afraid of," Ulric said, and took a deep breath. "Look, Mr. Mowen, I know you hired me to be a linguist, and I probably don"t have any business interfering with Research, but I think I know why all these things are happening to you."
I hired you to marry Sally and be vice-president in charge of saying what you mean, Mr. Mowen thought, and you can interfere in anything you like if you can stop the ridiculous things that have been happening to me all day.
Ulric pointed out the window. "You can"t see it out there because of the snow, but the moon is blue. It"s been blue ever since you turned on your waste emissions project. "Once in a blue moon" is an old saying used to describe rare occurrences. I think the saying may have gotten started because the number of coincidences increased every time there was a blue moon. I think it may have something to do with the particulates in the stratosphere doing something to the laws of probability. Your waste emissions project is pumping particulates into the stratosphere right now. I think these coincidences are a side effect."
"I knew knew it," Mr. Mowen said. "It"s Walter Hunt and the safety pin all over again. I"m going to call Research." He reached for the phone. The receiver cord caught on the edge of the desk. When he yanked it, the phone went clattering over the edge, taking the pencil holder and Sally"s picture with it. "Will you call Research for me?" it," Mr. Mowen said. "It"s Walter Hunt and the safety pin all over again. I"m going to call Research." He reached for the phone. The receiver cord caught on the edge of the desk. When he yanked it, the phone went clattering over the edge, taking the pencil holder and Sally"s picture with it. "Will you call Research for me?"
"Sure," Ulric said. He punched in the number and then handed the receiver to Mr. Mowen.
Mr. Mowen thundered, "Turn off the waste emissions project. Now. And get everyone connected with the project over here immediately." He hung up the phone and peered out the window. "Okay. They"ve turned it off," he said, turning back to Ulric. "Now what?"
"I don"t know," Ulric said from the floor where he was picking up pencils. "I suppose as soon as the moon starts to lose its blue color, the laws of probability will go back to normal. Or maybe they"ll rebalance themselves, and you"ll have all good luck for a day or two." He put the pencil holder back on the desk and picked up Sally"s picture.
"I hope it changes before my ex-wife gets back," Mr. Mowen said. "She"s been here once already, but Janice got rid of her. I knew she was a side effect of some kind."
Ulric didn"t say anything. He was looking at the picture of Sally.
"That"s my daughter," Mr. Mowen said. "She"s an English major."
Ulric stood the picture on the desk. It fell over, knocking the pencil holder onto the floor again. Ulric dived for the pencils.
"Never mind about the pencils," Mr. Mowen said. "I"ll pick them up after the moon gets back to normal. She"s home for Thanksgiving vacation. You might run into her. Her area of special study is language generation."
Ulric straightened up and cracked his head on the desk. "Language generation," he said, and walked out of the office.
Mr. Mowen went out to tell Janice to send the Research people in as soon as they got there. One of Ulric"s gloves was lying on the floor next to Janice"s desk. Mr. Mowen picked it up. "I hope he"s right about putting a stop to these coincidences by turning off the stacks," he said. "I think this thing is catching."
Lynn called Brad as soon as Charlotte dropped her off. Maybe he knew why Mr. Mowen"s secretary wanted to see her. The line was busy. She took off her parka, put her suitcase in the bedroom, and then tried again. It was still busy. She put her parka back, pulled on a pair of red mittens, and started across the oriental gardens to Brad"s apartment.
"Are those nincomp.o.o.ps from Research here?" Mr. Mowen asked Janice.
"Yes, sir. All but Brad McAfee. His line is busy."
"Well, put an override on his terminal. And send them in."
"Yes, sir," Janice said. She went back to her desk and called up a directory on her terminal. To her surprise, she got it. She wrote down Brad"s code and punched in an override. The computer printed ERROR. I knew it was too good to last, Janice thought. She punched the code again. This time the computer printed OVERRIDE IN PLACE. Janice thought a minute, then decided that whatever the override was, it couldn"t be more important than Mr. Mowen"s. She punched the code for a priority override and typed, "Mr. Mowen wants to see you immediately." The computer immediately confirmed it.
Exhilarated by her success, Janice called Brad"s number again. He answered the phone. "Mr. Mowen would like to see you immediately," she said.
"I"ll be there faster than blue blazes," Brad said, and hung up.
Janice went in and told Mr. Mowen Brad McAfee was on the way Then she herded the Research people into his office. When Mr. Mowen stood up to greet them, he didn"t knock over anything, but one of the Research people managed to knock over the pencils again. Janice helped him pick them up.
When she got back to her desk she remembered that she had superseded an override on Brad"s terminal. She wondered what it was. Maybe Charlotte had gone to his apartment and poisoned him and then put an override on so he couldn"t call for help. It was a comforting thought somehow, but the override might be something important, and now that she had gotten him on the phone there was really no reason to leave the priority override in place. Janice sighed and typed in a cancellation. The computer immediately confirmed it.
Jill opened the door to Brad"s apartment building and stood there for a minute trying to get her breath. She was supposed to have driven back to Cheyenne tonight, and she had barely made it across Chugwater. Her car had slid sideways in the street and gotten stuck, and she had finally left it there and come over here to see if Brad could help her put her chains. She fished clumsily in her purse for the numbers Brad had written down for her so she could use the elevator. She should have taken her gloves off.
A young woman with no gloves on pushed open the door and headed for one of the two elevators, punched some numbers, and disappeared into the nearer elevator.
The doors shut. She should have gone up with her. Jill fished some more and came up with several folded sc.r.a.ps of paper. She tried to unfold the first one, gave up, and balanced them all on one hand while she tried to pull her other glove off with her teeth.
The outside door opened, and a gust of snowy air blew the papers out of her hand and out the door. She dived for them, but they whirled away in the snow. The man who had opened the door was already in the other elevator. The doors slid shut. Oh, for heaven"s sake.
She looked around for a phone so she could call Brad and tell him she was stranded down here. There was one on the far wall. The first elevator was on its way down, between four and three. The second one was on six. She walked over to the phone, took both her gloves off and jammed them in her coat pocket, and picked up the phone.
A young woman in a parka and red mittens came in the front door, but she didn"t go over to the elevators. She stood in the middle of the lobby brushing snow off her coat. Jill rummaged through her purse for a quarter. There was no change in her wallet, but she thought there might be a couple of dimes in the bottom of her purse. The second elevators doors slid open, and the mittened woman hurried in.
She found a quarter in the bottom of her purse and dialed Brad. The line was busy. The first elevator was on six now. The second one was down in the parking garage. She dialed Brad"s number again.
The second elevators doors slid open. "Wait!" she said, and dropped the phone. The receiver hit her purse and knocked its contents all over the floor. The outside door opened again, and snow whirled in. "Push the hold b.u.t.ton," the middle-aged woman who had just come in from outside. She had a red, "NOW ... or else!" b.u.t.ton pinned to her coat, and she was clutching a folder to her chest. She knelt down and picked up a comb, two pencils, and Jill"s checkbook.
"Thank you," Jill said gratefully "We sisters have to stick together," the woman said grimly She stood up and handed the things to Jill. They got into the elevator. The woman with the mittens was holding the door. There was another young woman inside, wearing a sweater and blue moon boots.
"Six, please," Jill said breathlessly trying to jam everything back into her purse. "Thanks for waiting. I"m just not all together today." The doors started to close.
"Wait!" a voice said, and a young woman in a suit and high heels, with a large manila envelope under her arm, squeezed in just as the door shut. "Six, please," she said. "The wind chill factor out there has to be twenty below. I don"t know where my head was to try to come over and see Brad in weather like this."
"Brad?" the young woman in the red mittens said.
"Brad?" Jill said.
"Brad?" the young woman in the blue moon boots said.
"Brad McAfee," the woman with the "NOW ... or else!" b.u.t.ton said grimly.
"Yes," the young woman in high heels said, surprised. "Do you all know him? He"s my fiance."
Sally punched in her security code, stepped in the elevator, and pushed the b.u.t.ton for the sixth floor. "Ulric, I want to explain what happened this morning," she said as soon as the door closed. She had practiced her speech all the way over to Ulric"s housing unit. It had taken her forever to get here. The windshield wipers were frozen and two cars had slid sideways in the snow and created a traffic jam. She had had to park the car and trudge through the snow across the oriental gardens, but she still hadn"t thought of what to say.
"My name is Sally Mowen, and I don"t generate language." That was out of the question. She couldn"t tell him who she was. The minute he heard she was the boss"s daughter, he would stop listening.
"I speak English, but I read your note, and it said you wanted someone who could generate language." No good. He would ask, "What note?" and she would haul it out of her pocket, and he would say, "Where did you find this?" and she would have to explain what she was doing up in the tree. She might also have to explain how she knew he was Ulric Henry and what she was doing with his file and his picture, and he would never believe it was all a coincidence.
Number six blinked on, and the door of the elevator opened. "I can"t," Sally thought, and pushed the lobby b.u.t.ton. Halfway down she decided to say what she should have said in the first place. She pushed six again.
"Ulric, I love you," she recited. "Ulric, I love you." Six blinked. The door opened. "Ulric," she said. He was standing in front of the elevator, glaring at her.
"Aren"t you going to say something?" he said. "Like "I withspeak myself?" That"s a nice example of Germanic compounding. But of course you know that. Language generation is your area of special study isn"t that right, Sally?"
"Ulric," Sally said. She took a step forward and put her hand on the elevator door so it wouldn"t close.
"You were home for Thanksgiving vacation and you were afraid you"d get out of practice, is that it? So you thought you"d jump out of a tree on the company linguist just to keep your hand in."
"If you"d shut up a minute, I"d explain," Sally said.
"No, that"s not right," Ulric said. "It should be "quiet up" or maybe "mouth-close you." More compounding."
"Why did I ever think I could talk to you?" Sally said. "Why did I ever waste my time trying to generate language for you?"
"For me?" Ulric said. "Why in the h.e.l.l did you think I wanted you to generate language?"
"Because ... oh, forget it," Sally said. She punched the lobby b.u.t.ton. The door started to shut. Ulric stuck his hand in the closing doors and then s.n.a.t.c.hed them free and pressed the hold b.u.t.ton. Nothing happened. He jammed in four numbers and pressed the hold b.u.t.ton again. It gave an odd click and began beeping, but the doors opened again.
"d.a.m.n it," Ulric said. "Now you"ve made me punch in Brad"s security code, and I"ve set off his stupid override."
"That"s right," Sally said, jamming her hands in her pockets. "Blame everything on me. I suppose I"m the one who left that note in the tree saying you wanted somebody who could generate language?"
The beeping stopped. "What note?" Ulric said, and let go of the hold b.u.t.ton.
Sally pulled her hand out of her pocket to press the lobby b.u.t.ton again. A piece of paper fell out of her pocket. Ulric stepped inside as the doors started to close and picked up the piece of paper. After a minute, he said, "Look, I think I can explain how all this happened."
"You"d better make it snappy," Sally said. "I"m getting out when we get to the lobby."
As soon as Janice hung up the phone Brad grabbed his coat. He had a good idea of what Old Man Mowen wanted him for. After Ulric had left, Brad had gotten a call from Time. Time. They"d talkified for over half an hour about a photographer and a four-page layout on the waste emissions project. He figured they"d call Old Man Mowen and tell him about the article, too, and sure enough, his terminal had started beeping an override before he even hung up. it stopped as he turned toward the terminal, and the screen went blank, and then it started beeping again, double-quick, and sure enough, it was his pappy-in-law to be. Before he could even begin reading the message, Janice called. He told her he"d be there faster than blue blazes, grabbed his coat, and started out the door. They"d talkified for over half an hour about a photographer and a four-page layout on the waste emissions project. He figured they"d call Old Man Mowen and tell him about the article, too, and sure enough, his terminal had started beeping an override before he even hung up. it stopped as he turned toward the terminal, and the screen went blank, and then it started beeping again, double-quick, and sure enough, it was his pappy-in-law to be. Before he could even begin reading the message, Janice called. He told her he"d be there faster than blue blazes, grabbed his coat, and started out the door.
One of the elevators was on six and just starting down. The other one was on five and coming up. He punched his security code in and put his arm in the sleeve of his overcoat. The lining tore, and his arm went down inside it. He wrestled it free and tried to pull the lining back up to where it belonged. It tore some more.
"Well, dad fetch it!" he said loudly The elevator door opened. Brad got in, still trying to get his arm in the sleeve. The door closed behind him.
The panel in the door started beeping. That meant an override. Maybe Mowen was trying to call him back. He pushed the DOOR OPEN b.u.t.ton, but nothing happened. The elevator started down. "Dagnab it all," he said.
"Hi, Brad," Lynn said. He turned around.
"You look a mite wadgetty," Sue said. "Doesn"t he, Jill?"
"Right peaked," Jill said.
"Maybe he"s got the flit-flats," Gail said.
Charlotte didn"t say anything. She clutched the file folder to her chest and growled. Overhead, the lights flickered, and the elevator ground to a halt.
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE: Mowen Chemical today announced temporary nnalization of its pyrolitic stratospheric waste emissions program pending implementation of an environmental impact verification process. Lynn Saunders, director of the project, indicated that facilities will be temporarily deactivized during reorientation of predictive a.s.sessment criteria. In an unrelated communication, P. B. Mowen, president of Mowen Chemical, announced the upcoming nuptials of his daughter Sally Mowen and Ulric Henry; vice-president in charge of language effectiveness doc.u.mentation.
CONNIE WILLIS has won six Nebula Awards (more than any other science fiction writer), five Hugo Awards, and the John W. Campbell Memorial Award for her first novel, Lincoln"s Dreams. Lincoln"s Dreams. Her novel Her novel Doomsday Book Doomsday Book won both the Nebula and Hugo Awards, and her first short-story collection, won both the Nebula and Hugo Awards, and her first short-story collection, Fire Watch, Fire Watch, was a New York Times Notable Book. Her other works include was a New York Times Notable Book. Her other works include Bellwether; Impossible Things, Remake, Uncharted Territory, Bellwether; Impossible Things, Remake, Uncharted Territory, and and To Say Nothing of the Dog, To Say Nothing of the Dog, and and Miracle and Other Christmas Stories. Miracle and Other Christmas Stories. Ms. Willis lives in Greelley, Colorado, with her family. Ms. Willis lives in Greelley, Colorado, with her family.
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Lincoln"s Dreams
Doomsday Book
Impossible Things
Uncharted Territory
Remake
Bellwether
Fire Watch
To Say Nothing of the Dog
Miracle and Other Christmas Stories