I caught the smell and taste of seawater.
We clung together in the expensively wasted s.p.a.ce in front of Gucci"s. I coined a short-lived phrase and screamed, "Nova weather! How the blazes did it -" But I couldn"t hear myself, and Leslie didn"t even know I was shouting.
Nova weather. How did it get here so fast? Coming over the pole, the nova shock wave would have to travel about four thousand miles-at least a five-hour trip.
No. The shock wave would travel in the stratosphere, where the speed of sound was higher, then propagate down. Three hours was plenty of time. Still, I thought, it should not have come as a rising wind. On the other side of the world, the exploding sun was tearing our atmosphere away and hurling it at the stars. The shock should have come as a single vast thunderclap.
For an instant the wind gentled, and I ran down the sidewalk pulling Leslie after me. We found another doorway as the wind picked up again. I thought I heard a siren coming to answer the alarm.
At the next break we splashed across Wilshire and reached the car. We sat there panting, waiting for the heater to warm up. My shoes felt squishy. The wet clothes stuck to my skin.
Leslie shouted, "How much longer?"
"I don"t know! We ought to have some some time." time."
"We"ll have to spend our picnic indoors!"
"Your place or mine? Yours," I decided, and pulled away from the curb.
V.
Wilshire Boulevard was flooded to the hubcaps in spots. The spurt of hail and sleet had become a steady, pounding rain. Fog lay flat and waist-deep ahead of us, broke swirling over our hood, churned in a wake behind us. Weird weather.
Nova weather. The shock wave of scalding superheated steam hadn"t happened.
Instead, a mere hot wind roaring through the stratosphere, the turbulence eddying down to form strange storms at ground level.
We parked illegally on the upper parking level. My one glimpse of the lower level showed it to be flooded. I opened the trunnk and lifted two heavy paper bags.
"We must have been crazy," Leslie said, shaking her head. "We"ll never use all this."
"Let"s take it up anyway."
She laughed at me. "But why?"
"Just a whim. Will you help me carry it?"
We took double armfuls up to the fourteenth floor. That still left a couple of bags in the trunk. "Never mind them," Leslie said. "We"ve got the rumaki and the bottles and the nuts. What more do we need?"
"The cheeses. The crackers. The foie gras."
"Forget "em."
"No."
"You"re out of your mind," she explained to me, slowly so that I would understand. "You could be steamed dead on the way down! We might not have more than a few minutes left, and you want food for a week! Why Why?"
"I"d rather not say."
"Go then!" She slammed the door with terrible force.
The elevator was an ordeal. I kept wondering if Leslie was right. The shrilling of the wind was m.u.f.fled, here at the core of the building. Perhaps it was about to rip electrical cables somewhere, leave me stranded in a darkened box. But I made it down.
The upper level was knee-deep in water.
My second surprise was that it was lukewarm, like old bathwater, unpleasant to wade through. Steam curdled on the surface, then blew away on a wind that howled through the concrete echo chamber like the screaming of the d.a.m.ned.
Going up was another ordeal. If what I was thinking was wish fulfillment, if a roaring wind of live steam caught me now . . . I"d feel like such an idiot . .
.. But the doors opened, and the lights hadn"t even flickered.
Leslie wouldn"t let me in.
"Go away!" She shouted through the locked door. "Go eat your cheese and crackers somewhere else!"
"You got another date?"
That was a mistake. I got no answer at all.
I could almost see her viewpoint. The extra trip for the extra bags was no big thing to fight about; but why did it have to be? How long was our love affair going to last, anyway? An hour, with luck. Why back down on a perfectly good argument, to preserve so ephemeral a thing?
"I wasn"t going to bring this up," I shouted, hoping she could hear me through the door. The wind must be three times as loud on the other side. "We may need food for a week! And a place to hide!"
Silence. I began to wonder if I could kick the door down. Would I be better off waiting in the hall? Eventually she"d have to - The door opened. Leslie was pale. "That was cruel," she said quietly.
"I can"t promise anything. I wanted to wait, but you forced it. I"ve been wondering if the sun really has exploded."
"That"s cruel. I was just getting used to the idea." She turned her face to the door jamb. Tired, she was tired. I"d kept her up too late. . . .
"Listen to me. It was all wrong," I said. "There should have been an aurora borealis to light up the night sky from pole to pole. A shock wave of particles exploding out of the sun, traveling at an inch short of the speed of light, would rip into the atmosphere like-why, we"d have seen blue fire over every building!
"Then, the storm came too slow," I screamed, to be heard above the thunder. "A nova would rip away the sky over half the planet. The shock wave would move around the night side with a sound to break all the gla.s.s in the world, all at once! And crack concrete and marble-and, Leslie love, it just hasn"t happened. So I started wondering."
She said it in a mumble. "Then what is it?"
"A flare. The worst -"
She shouted it at me like an accusation. "A flare! A solar flare! You think the sun could light up like that -"
"Easy, now -"
"- could turn the moon and planets into so many torches, then fade out as if nothing had happened! Oh, you idiot -"
"May I come in?"
She looked surprised. She stepped aside, and I bent and picked up the bags and walked in.
The gla.s.s doors rattled as if giants were trying to beat their way in. Rain had squeezed through cracks to make dark puddles on the rug.
I set the bags on the kitchen counter. I found bread in the refrigerator, dropped two slices in the toaster. While they were toasting I opened the foie gras.
"My telescope"s gone," she said. Sure enough, it was. The tripod was all by itself on the balcony, on its side.
I untwisted the wire on a champagne bottle. The toast popped up, and Leslie found a knife and spread both slices with foie gras. I held the bottle near her ear, figuring to trip conditioned reflexes.
She did smile fleetingly as the cork popped. She said, "We should set up our picnic grounds here. Behind the counter. Sooner or later the wind is going to break those doors and shower gla.s.s all over everything."
That was a good thought. I slid around the part.i.tion, swept all the pillows off the floor and the couch and came back with them. We set up a nest for ourselves.
It was kind of cozy. The kitchen counter was three and a half feet high, just over our heads, and the kitchen alcove itself was just wide enough to swing our elbows comfortably. Now the floor was all pillows. Leslie poured the champagne into brandy snifters, all the way to the lip.
I searched for a toast, but there were just too many possibilities, all depressing. We drank without toasting. And then carefully set the snifters down and slid forward into each other"s arms. We could sit that way, face to face, leaning sideways against each other.
"We"re going to die," she said.
"Maybe not."
"Get used to the idea, I have," she said. "Look at you, you"re all nervous now.
Afraid of dying. Hasn"t it been a lovely night?"
"Unique. I wish I"d known in time to take you to dinner."
Thunder came in a string of six explosions. Like bombs in an air raid. "Me too," she said when we could hear again.
"I wish I"d known this afternoon."
"Pecan pralines!"
"Farmer"s Market. Double-roasted peanuts. Who would you you have murdered, if you"d had the time?" have murdered, if you"d had the time?"
"There was a girl in my sorority -"
- and she was guilty of sibling rivalry, so Leslie claimed. I named an editor who kept changing his mind. Leslie named one of my old girl friends, I named her only old boy friend that I knew about, and it got to be kind of fun before we ran out. My brother Mike had forgotten my birthday once. The fiend.
The lights flickered, then came on again.
Too casually, Leslie asked, "Do you really think the sun might go back to normal?"
"It better be back to normal. Otherwise we"re dead anyway. I wish we could see Jupiter."
"Dammit, answer me! Do you think it was a flare?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Yellow dwarf stars don"t go nova."
"What if ours did?"
"The astronomers know a lot about novas," I said. "More than you"d guess. They can see them coming months ahead. Sol is a gee-naught yellow dwarf. They don"t go nova at all. They have to wander off the main sequence first, and that takes millions of years."
She pounded a fist softly on my back. We were cheek to cheek; I couldn"t see her face. "I don"t want to believe it. I don"t dare. Stan, nothing like this has ever happened before. How can you know?"
"Something did."
"What? I don"t believe it. We"d remember."
"Do you remember the first moon landing? Aldrin and Armstrong?"
"Of course. We watched it at Earl"s Lunar Landing Party."
"They landed on the biggest, flattest place they could find on the moon. They sent back several hours of jumpy home movies, took a lot of very clear pictures, left corrugated footprints all over the place. And they came home with a bunch of rocks.
"Remember? People said it was a long way to go for rocks. But the first thing anyone noticed about those rocks was that they were half melted.
"Sometime in the past, oh, say the past hundred thousand years; there"s no way of marking it closer than that-the sun flared up. It didn"t stay hot enough long enough to leave any marks on the Earth. But the moon doesn"t have an atmosphere to protect it. All the rocks melted on one side."
The air was warm and damp. I took off my coat, which was heavy with rainwater. I fished the cigarettes and matches out, lit a cigarette and exhaled past Leslie"s ear.
"We"d remember. It couldn"t have been this bad."
"I"m not so sure. Suppose it happened over the Pacific? It wouldn"t do that much damage. Or over the American continents. It would have sterilized some plants and animals and burned down a lot of forests, and who"d know? The sun is a four percent variable star. Maybe it gets a touch more variable than that, every so often."
Something shattered in the bedroom. A window? A wet wind touched us, and the shriek of the storm was louder.
"Then we could live through this," Leslie said hesitantly.
"I believe you"ve put your finger on the crux of the matter. Skol!" I found my champagne and drank deep. It was past three in the morning, with a hurricane beating at our doors.
"Then shouldn"t we be doing something about it?"
"We are."
"Something like trying to get up into the hills! Stan, there"re going to be floods!"
"You bet your a.s.s there are, but they won"t rise this high. Fourteen stories.
Listen, I"ve thought this through. We"re in a building that was designed to be earthquake proof. You told me so yourself. It"d take more than a hurricane to knock it over.
"As for heading for the hills, what hills? We won"t get far tonight, not with the streets flooded already. Suppose we could get up into the Santa Monica Mountains; then what? Mudslides, that"s what. That area won"t stand up to what"s coming. The flare must have boiled away enough water to make another ocean. It"s going to rain for forty days and forty nights! Love, this is the safest place we could have reached tonight."
"Suppose the polar caps melt?"
"Yeah . . . well, we"re pretty high, even for that. Hey, maybe that last flare was what started Noah"s Flood. Maybe it"s happening again. Sure as h.e.l.l, there"s not a place on Earth that isn"t the middle of a hurricane. Those two great counterrotating hurricanes, by now they must have broken up into hundreds of little storms -"
The gla.s.s doors exploded inward. We ducked, and the wind howled about us and dropped rain and gla.s.s on us.