9.
Sean Rusk looked totally awake to Alan.
This was the pediatric wing and the bed he was in was a small one, but he still seemed lost in it. His body created only a small hump beneath the counterpane, making him seem like a disembodied head resting on a crisp white pillow. His face was very pale. There were purple shadows, almost as dark as bruises, beneath his eyes, which looked at Alan with a calm lack of surprise. A curl of dark hair lay across the center of his forehead like a comma.
Alan took the chair by the window and pulled it to the side of the bed, where bars had been raised to keep Sean from falling out. Sean did not turn his head, but his eyes moved to follow him.
"h.e.l.lo, Sean," Alan said quietly. "How are you feeling?"
"My throat is dry," Sean said in a husky whisper.
There was a pitcher of water and two gla.s.ses on the table by the bed. Alan poured a gla.s.s of water and bent with it over the hospital bars.
Sean tried to sit up and couldn"t do it. He fell back against the pillow with a small sigh that hurt Alan"s heart. His mind turned to his own son-poor, doomed Todd. As he slipped a hand beneath Sean Rusk"s neck to help him sit up, he had a moment of h.e.l.lish total recall. He saw Todd standing by the Scout that day, answering Alan"s goodbye wave with one of his own, and in the eye of memory a kind of nacreous, failing light seemed to play around Todd"s head, illuminating every loved line and feature.
His hand shook. A little water spilled down the front of the hospital johnny Sean wore.
"Sorry."
"S"okay," Sean replied in his husky whisper, and drank thirstily. He almost emptied the gla.s.s. Then he burped.
Alan lowered him carefully back down. Sean seemed a little more alert now, but there was still no l.u.s.ter in his eyes. Alan thought he had never seen a little boy who looked so dreadfully alone, and his mind tried once again to call up that final image of Todd.
He pushed it away. There was work to do here. It was distasteful work, and d.a.m.ned ticklish in the bargain, but he felt more and more that it was also desperately important work. Regardless of what might be going on in Castle Rock right now, he felt increasingly sure that at least some of the answers lay here, behind that pale forehead and those sad, l.u.s.terless eyes.
He looked around the room and forced a smile. "Boring room," he said.
"Yeah," Sean said in his low, husky voice. "Totally dopey."
"Maybe a few flowers would liven it up," Alan said, and pa.s.sed his right hand in front of his left forearm, deftly plucking the folding bouquet from its palming well beneath his watchband.
He knew he was pressing his luck but had decided, on the spur of the moment, to go for it anyway. He was almost sorry. Two of the tissue-paper blooms tore as he slipped the loop and popped the bouquet open. He heard the spring give a tired tw.a.n.g. It was undoubtedly the final performance of this version of the Folding Flower Trick, but Alan did did get away with it... just. And Sean, unlike his brother, was clearly amused and delighted in spite of his state of mind and the drugs perking through his system. get away with it... just. And Sean, unlike his brother, was clearly amused and delighted in spite of his state of mind and the drugs perking through his system.
"Awesome! How"d you do that?" How"d you do that?"
"Just a little magic... Want them?" He moved to put the spray of tissue-paper flowers in the water pitcher.
"Naw. They"re just paper. Also, they"re ripped in a few places." Sean thought about this, apparently decided it sounded ungrateful, and added: "Neat trick, though. Can you make them disappear?"
I doubt it, son, Alan thought. Aloud he said, "I"ll try."
He held the bouquet up so Sean could see it clearly, then curved his right hand slightly and drew it downward. He made this pa.s.s much more slowly than usual in deference to the sad state of the MacGuffin, and found himself surprised and impressed with the result. Instead of snapping out of sight as they usually did, the Folding Flowers seemed to disappear into his loosely curled fist like smoke. He felt the loosened, overstressed spring try to buckle and jam, but in the end it decided to cooperate one last time.
"That"s really radical," Sean said respectfully, and Alan privately agreed. It was a wonderful variation on a trick he"d wowed school-kids with for years, but he doubted that it could be done with a new version of the Folding Flower Trick. A brand-new spring would make that slow, dreamy pa.s.s impossible.
"Thanks," he said, and stowed the folding bouquet under his watchband for the last time. "If you don"t want flowers, how about a quarter for the c.o.ke machine?"
Alan leaned forward and casually plucked a quarter from Sean"s nose. The boy grinned.
"Whoops, I forgot-it takes seventy-five cents these days, doesn"t it? Inflation. Well, no problem." He pulled a coin from Sean"s mouth and discovered a third one in his own ear. By then Sean"s smile had faded a little and Alan knew that he had better get down to business quickly. He stacked the three quarters on the low dresser beside the bed. "For when you feel better," he said.
"Thanks, mister."
"You"re welcome, Sean."
"Where"s my daddy?" Sean asked. His voice was marginally stronger now.
The question struck Alan as odd. He would have expected Sean to ask first for his mother. The boy was, after all, only seven.
"He"ll be here soon, Sean."
"I hope so. I want him."
"I know you do." Alan paused and said, "Your mommy will be here soon, too."
Sean thought about this, then shook his head slowly and deliberately. The pillowcase made little rustling noises as he did it. "No she won"t. She"s too busy."
"Too busy to come and see you?" Alan asked.
"Yes. She"s very busy. Mommy"s visiting with The King. That"s why I can"t go in her room anymore. She shuts the door and puts on her sungla.s.ses and visits with The King."
Alan saw Mrs. Rusk responding to the State Police who were questioning her. Her voice slow and disconnected. A pair of sungla.s.ses on the table beside her. She couldn"t seem to leave them alone; one hand toyed with them almost constantly. She would draw it back, as if afraid someone would notice, and then, after only a few seconds, her hand would return to them again, seemingly on its own. At the time he had thought she was either suffering from shock or under the influence of a tranquilizer. Now he wondered. He also wondered if he should ask Sean about Brian or pursue this new avenue. Or were they both the same avenue?
"You"re not really a magician," Sean said. "You"re a policeman, aren"t you?"
"Uh-huh."
"Are you a State Policeman with a blue car that goes really fast?"
"No-I"m County Sheriff. Usually I have a brown car with a star on the side, and it does go pretty fast, but tonight I"m driving my old station wagon that I keep forgetting to trade in." Alan grinned. "It goes really slow."
This sparked some interest. "Why aren"t you driving your brown policeman car?"
So I wouldn"t spook Jill Mislaburski or your brother, Alan thought. I don"t know about Jill, but I guess it didn"t work so well with Brian.
"I really don"t remember," he said. "It"s been a long day."
"Are you a Sheriff like in Young Guns?" Young Guns?"
"Uh-huh. I guess so. Sort of like that."
"Me and Brian rented that movie and watched it. It was most totally awesome. We wanted to go see Young Guns II Young Guns II when it was at The Magic Lantern in Bridgton last summer but my mom wouldn"t let us because it was an R-picture. We ain"t allowed to see R-pictures, except sometimes our dad lets us watch them at home on the VCR. Me and Brian really liked when it was at The Magic Lantern in Bridgton last summer but my mom wouldn"t let us because it was an R-picture. We ain"t allowed to see R-pictures, except sometimes our dad lets us watch them at home on the VCR. Me and Brian really liked Young Guns." Young Guns." Sean paused, and his eyes darkened. "But that was before Brian got the card." Sean paused, and his eyes darkened. "But that was before Brian got the card."
"What card?"
For the first time, a real emotion appeared in Sean"s eyes. It was terror. "The baseball card. The great special baseball card."
"Oh?" Alan thought of the Playmate cooler and the baseball cards-traders, Brian had called them-inside. "Brian liked baseball cards, didn"t he, Sean?"
"Yes. That was how he he got him. I think he must use different things to get different people." got him. I think he must use different things to get different people."
Alan leaned forward. "Who, Sean? Who Who got him?" got him?"
"Brian killed himself. I saw him do it. It was in the garage."
"I know. I"m sorry."
"Gross stuff came out of the back of his head. Not just blood. Stuff. Stuff. It was yellow." It was yellow."
Alan could think of nothing to say. His heart was pounding slowly and heavily in his chest, his mouth was as dry as a desert, and he felt sick to his stomach. His son"s name clanged in his mind like a funeral bell rung by idiot hands in the middle of the night.
"I wished he didn"t," Sean said. His voice was strangely matter-of-fact, but now a tear rose in each of his eyes, grew, and spilled down his smooth cheeks. "We won"t get to see Young Guns II Young Guns II together when they put it out for VCRs. I"ll have to watch it by myself, and it won"t be any fun without Brian making all his stupid jokes. I know it won"t." together when they put it out for VCRs. I"ll have to watch it by myself, and it won"t be any fun without Brian making all his stupid jokes. I know it won"t."
"You loved your brother, didn"t you?" Alan said hoa.r.s.ely. He reached through the hospital bars. Sean Rusk"s hand crept into his and then closed tightly upon it. It was hot. And small. Very small.
"Yeah. Brian wanted to pitch for the Red Sox when he grew up. He said he was gonna learn to throw a dead-fish curve, just like Mike Bodd.i.c.ker. Now he never will. He told me not to come any closer or I"d get the mess on me. I cried. I was scared. It wasn"t like a movie. It was just our garage." garage."
"I know," Alan said. He remembered Annie"s car. The shattered windows. The blood on the seats in big black puddles. That hadn"t been like a movie, either. Alan began to cry. "I know, son."
"He asked me to promise, and I did, and I"m going to keep it. I"ll keep that promise all my life."
"What did you promise, son?"
Alan swiped at his face with his free hand, but the tears would not stop. The boy lay before him, his skin almost as white as the pillowcase on which his head rested; the boy had seen his brother commit suicide, had seen the brains. .h.i.t the garage wall like a fresh wad of snot, and where was his mother? Visiting with The King, he had said. She shuts the door and puts on her sungla.s.ses and visits with The King. She shuts the door and puts on her sungla.s.ses and visits with The King.
"What did you promise, son?"
"I tried to swear it on Mommy"s name, but Brian wouldn"t let me. He said I had to swear on my own name. Because he got her, too. Brian said he gets everyone who swears on anyone else"s name. So I swore on my own name like he wanted, but Brian made the gun go bang anyway." Sean was crying harder now, but he looked earnestly up at Alan through his tears. "It wasn"t just blood, Mr. Sheriff. It was other stuff. Yellow Yellow stuff." stuff."
Alan squeezed his hand. "I know, Sean. What did your brother want you to promise?"
"Maybe Brian won"t go to heaven if I tell."
"Yes he will. I I promise. And I"m a Sheriff." promise. And I"m a Sheriff."
"Do Sheriffs ever break their promises?"
"They never break them when they"re made to little kids in the hospital," Alan said. "Sheriffs can"t can"t break their promises to kids like that." break their promises to kids like that."
"Do they go to h.e.l.l if they do?"
"Yes," Alan said. "That"s right. They go to h.e.l.l if they do."
"Do you swear Brian will go to heaven even if I tell? Do you swear on your very own name?"
"On my very own name," Alan said.
"Okay," Sean said. "He made me promise I would never go to the new store where he got the great special baseball card. He thought Sandy Koufax was on that card, but that wasn"t who it was. It was some other player. It was old and dirty, but I don"t think Brian knew that." Sean paused a moment, thinking, and then went on in his eerily calm voice. "He came home one day with mud on his hands. He washed off the mud and later on I heard him in his room, crying."
The sheets, Alan thought. Wilma"s sheets. It was was Brian. Brian.
"Brian said Needful Things is a poison place and he"s he"s a poison man and I should never go there." a poison man and I should never go there."
"Brian said said that? He that? He said said Needful Things?" Needful Things?"
"Yes."
"Sean-" He paused, thinking. Electric sparks were shooting through him everywhere, jigging and jagging in tiny blue splinters.
"What?"
"Did... did your mother get her sungla.s.ses at Needful Things?"
"Yes."
"She told you that she did?"
"No. But I know she did. She wears the sungla.s.ses and that"s how she visits with The King."
"What King, Sean? Do you know?"
Sean looked at Alan as though he were crazy. "Elvis. He"s He"s The King." The King."
"Elvis," Alan muttered. "Sure-who else?"
"I want my father."
"I know, honey. Just a couple more questions and I"ll leave you alone. Then you"ll go back to sleep and when you wake up, your father will be here." He hoped. "Sean, did Brian say who the poison man was?"
"Yes. Mr. Gaunt. The man who runs the store. He"s He"s the poison man." the poison man."
Now his mind jumped to Polly-Polly after the funeral, saying I guess it was just a matter of finally meeting the right doctor... Dr. Gaunt. Dr. Leland Gaunt. I guess it was just a matter of finally meeting the right doctor... Dr. Gaunt. Dr. Leland Gaunt.
He saw her holding out the little silver ball she had bought in Needful Things so he could see it... but cupping her hand protectively over it when he put a hand out to touch it. There had been an expression on her face in that moment which was totally unlike Polly. A look of narrow suspicion and possessiveness. Then, later, speaking in a strident, shaky, tear-filled voice which was also totally unlike her: It"s hard to find out the face you thought you loved is only a mask... How could you go behind my back?... How It"s hard to find out the face you thought you loved is only a mask... How could you go behind my back?... How could you? could you?
"What did you tell her?" he muttered. He was totally unaware that he had seized the counterpane of the hospital bed in one hand and was twisting it slowly into his clenched fist. "What did you tell her? And how the h.e.l.l did you make her believe it?"
"Mr. Sheriff? Are you okay?"
Alan forced himself to open his fist. "Yes-fine. You"re sure Brian said Mr. Gaunt, aren"t you, Sean?"
"Yes."
"Thank you," Alan said. He bent over the bars, took Sean"s hand, and kissed his cool, pale cheek. "Thank you for talking to me." He let go of the boy"s hand and stood up.