"And they had hair as the hair of women, and their teeth were as the teeth of lions."
Sadie shook her head: comic-book terrors, fit to scare children with. Why did people have to die to grow out of that kind of nonsense?
"Tell him," she said again. "Tell him how ridiculous he sounds."
Even as the words left her lips, Virginia sat up on the bed and said: "John?"
Sadie stared at her, willing her on. "Say it. Say it." Say it."
"Do you have to talk about death all the time. It"s very depressing."
Sadie almost applauded. It wasn"t quite the way she she would have put it, but each to their own. would have put it, but each to their own.
"What did you say?" Gyer asked her, a.s.suming he"d heard incorrectly. Surely she wasn"t challenging him?
Virginia put a trembling hand up to her lips, as if to cancel the words before they came again, but they came nevertheless.
"Those pa.s.sages you read. I hate them. They"re so..."
"Stupid," Sadie prompted.
unpleasant," Virginia said.
"Are you coming to bed or not?" Buck wanted to know.
"In a moment," Sadie replied over her shoulder. "I just want to see what happens in here."
"Life isn"t a soap opera," Buck chimed in. Sadie was about to beg to differ, but before she had a chance the evangelist had approached Virginia"s bed, Bible in hand.
"This is the inspired word of the Lord, Virginia," he said.
"I know John. But there are other pa.s.sages "I thought you liked the Apocalypse."
"No," she said, "it distresses me."
"You"re tired," he replied.
"Oh yes," Sadie interjected, "that"s what they always tell you when you get too close to the truth. "You"re tired," they say, "why don"t you take a little nap?""
"Why don"t you sleep for a while?" Gyer said. "I"ll go next door and work."
Virginia met her husband"s condescending look for fully five seconds, then nodded.
"Yes," she conceded, "I am am tired." tired."
"Foolish woman," Sadie told her. "Fight back, or he"ll do the same again. Give them an inch and they take half the d.a.m.n state."
Buck appeared behind Sadie. "I"ve asked you once," he said, taking her arm, "we re here to make friends. So let"s get to it. He pulled her away from the door, rather more roughly than was necessary. She shrugged off his hand.
"There"s no need for violence, Buck," she said.
"Ha! That"s rich, coming from you," Buck said with a humorless laugh. "You want to see violence?" Sadie turned away from Virginia to look at her husband. "This "This is violence," he said. He had taken off his jacket; now he pulled his unb.u.t.toned shirt open to reveal the shot wound. At such close quarters Sadie"s .38 had made a sizeable hole in Buck"s chest, scorched and b.l.o.o.d.y. It was as fresh as the moment he died. He put his finger to it as if indicating the Sacred Heart. "You see that, sweetheart mine? is violence," he said. He had taken off his jacket; now he pulled his unb.u.t.toned shirt open to reveal the shot wound. At such close quarters Sadie"s .38 had made a sizeable hole in Buck"s chest, scorched and b.l.o.o.d.y. It was as fresh as the moment he died. He put his finger to it as if indicating the Sacred Heart. "You see that, sweetheart mine? You You made that." made that."
She peered at the hole with no little interest. It certainly was a permanent mark; about the only one she"d ever made on the man, she suspected.
"You cheated from the beginning, didn"t you?" she said.
"We"re not talking about cheating, we"re talking about shooting," Buck returned.
"Seems to me one subject leads to the other," Sadie replied. "And back again."
Buck narrowed his already narrow eyes at her. Dozens of women had found that look irresistible, to judge by the numbers of anonymous mourners at his funeral. "All right," he said, "I had women. So what?"
"So I shot you for it," Sadie replied flatly. That was about all she had to say on the subject. It had made for a short trial.
"Well at least tell me you"re sorry," Buck burst out.
Sadie considered the proposition for a few moments and said: "But I"m not!" She realized the response lacked tact, but it was the unavoidable truth. Even as they"d strapped her into the electric chair, with the priest doing his best to console her lawyer, she hadn"t regretted the way things had turned out.
"This whole thing is useless," Buck said. "We came here to make peace and you can"t even say you"re sorry. You"re a sick woman, you know that? You always were. You pried into my business, you snooped around behind my back-"
"I did not not snoop," Sadie replied firmly "Your dirt came and found me." snoop," Sadie replied firmly "Your dirt came and found me."
"Dirt?"
"Oh yes, Buck, dirt. dirt. It always was with you. Furtive and sweaty." It always was with you. Furtive and sweaty."
He grabbed hold of her. "Take that back!" he demanded.
"You used to frighten me once," she replied coolly. "But then I bought a gun."
He thrust her away from him. "All right," he said, "don"t say I didn"t try. I wanted to see if we could forgive and forget, I really did. But you"re not willing to give an inch, are you?" He fingered his wound as he spoke, his voice softening. "We could have had a good time here tonight, babe," he murmured. "Just you and me. I could have given you a bit of the old jazz, you know what I mean? Time was, you wouldn"t have said no.
She sighed softly. What he said was true. Time was she would have taken what little he gave her and counted herself a blessed woman. But times had changed.
"Come on, babe. Loosen up," he said smokily, and began to unb.u.t.ton his shirt completely, pulling it out of his trousers. His belly was bald as a baby"s. "What say we forget what you said and lie down and talk?"
She was about to reply to his suggestion when the door of Room Seven opened and in came the man with the soulful eyes accompanied by a woman whose face rang a bell in Sadie"s memory.
"Ice water," Earl said. Sadie watched him move across the room. There"d not been a man as fine as that in Wichita Falls; not that she could remember anyway. He almost made her want to live again.
"Are you going to get undressed?" Buck asked from the room behind her.
"In a minute, Buck. We"ve got all night, for Christ"s sake."
"I"m Laura May Cade," the woman with the familiar face said as she set the ice water down on the table.
Of course, thought Sadie, you"re little Laura May. The girl had been five or six when Sadie was last here; an odd, secretive child, full of sly looks. The intervening years had matured her physically, but the strangeness was still in evidence in her slightly off-center features. Sadie turned to Buck, who was sitting on the bed untying his shoes.
"Remember the little girl?" she said. "The one who you gave a quarter to, just to make her go away?"
"What about her?"
"She"s here."
"That so?" he replied, clearly uninterested.
Laura May had poured the water and was now taking the gla.s.s across to Virginia.
"It"s real nice having you folks here," she said. "We don"t get much happening here. Just the occasional tornado..."
Gyer nodded to Earl, who produced a five-dollar bill and gave it to Laura May. She thanked him, saying it wasn"t necessary, then took the bill. She wasn"t to be bribed into leaving, however.
"This kind of weather makes people feel real peculiar," she went on.
Earl could predict what subject was hovering behind Laura May"s lips. He"d already heard the bones of the story on the way across, and knew Virginia was in no mood to hear such a tale.
"Thank you for the water-" he said, putting a hand on Laura May"s arm to usher her through the door. But Gyer cut in.
"My wife"s been suffering from heat exhaustion," he said. "You should be careful, ma"am," Laura May advised Virginia, "people do some mighty weird things-"
"Like what?" Virginia asked.
"1 don"t think we-" Earl began, but before he could say "want to hear," Laura May casually replied: "Oh, murder mostly."
Virginia looked up from the gla.s.s of ice water in which her focus had been immersed.
"Murder?" she said.
"Hear that?" said Sadie, proudly. "She remembers."
"In this very room," Laura May managed to blurt before Earl forcibly escorted her out.
"Wait," Virginia said as the two figures disappeared through the door. "Earl! I want to hear what happened."
"No you don"t," Gyer told her.
"Oh yes she does," said Sadie very quietly, studying the look on Virginia"s face. "You"d really really like to know, wouldn"t you, Ginnie?" like to know, wouldn"t you, Ginnie?"
For a moment pregnant with possibilities, Virginia looked away from the outside door and stared straight through into Room Eight, her eyes seeming to rest on Sadie. The look was so direct it could almost have been one of recognition. The ice in her gla.s.s tinkled. She frowned.
"What"s wrong?" Gyer asked her.
Virginia shook her head.
"I asked you what was wrong," Gyer insisted.
Virginia put down her gla.s.s on the bedside table. After a moment she said very simply: "There"s somebody here, John."
"What do you mean?"
"There"s somebody in the room with us. I heard voices before. Raised voices."
"Next door," Gyer said.
"No, from Earl"s room.
"It"s empty. It must have been next door."
Virginia was not to be silenced with logic. "I heard voices, I tell you. And I saw something at the end of the bed. Something in the air."
"Oh my Jesus," said Sadie, under her breath. "The G.o.dd.a.m.n woman"s psychic."
Buck stood up. He was naked now but for his shorts. He wandered over to the interconnecting door to look at Virginia with new appreciation.
"Are you sure?" he said.
"Hush," Sadie told him, moving out of Virginia"s line of vision. She said she could see us.
"You"re not well, Virginia," Gyer was saying in the next room. "It"s those pills he fed you..
"No," Virginia replied, her voice rising. "When will you stop talking about the pills? They were just to calm me down, help me sleep."
She certainly wasn"t calm now, thought Buck. He liked the way she trembled as she tried to hold back her tears. She looked in need of some of the old jazz, did poor Virginia. Now that that would help her sleep. would help her sleep.
"I tell you I can see things," she was telling her husband.
"That I I can"t?"Gyer replied incredulously. "Is that what you"re saying? That you can see visions the rest of us are blind to?" can"t?"Gyer replied incredulously. "Is that what you"re saying? That you can see visions the rest of us are blind to?"
"I"m not proud of it, d.a.m.n you," she yelled at him, incensed by this inversion.
"Come away, Buck," Sadie said. "We"re upsetting her. She knows we"re here."
"So what?" Buck responded. "Her p.r.i.c.k of a husband doesn"t believe her. Look at him. He thinks she"s crazy."
"Well we"ll make make her crazy if we parade around," said Sadie. "At least let"s keep our voices down, huh?" her crazy if we parade around," said Sadie. "At least let"s keep our voices down, huh?"
Buck looked around at Sadie and offered up a dirty rag of a smile. "Want to make it worth my while?" he said sleazily. "I"ll keep out of the way if you and me can have some fun."
Sadie hesitated a moment before replying. It was probably perverse to reject Buck"s advances. The man was an emotional infant and always had been. s.e.x was one of the few ways he could express himself. "All right, Buck," she said, "just let me freshen up and fix my hair."
An uneasy truce had apparently been declared in Room Seven.
"I"m going to take a shower, Virginia," Gyer said. "I suggest you lie down and stop making a fool of yourself. You go talking like that in front of people and you"ll jeopardize the crusade, you hear me?"
Virginia looked at her husband with clearer sight than she"d ever enjoyed before. "Oh yes," she said, without a trace of feeling in her voice, "I hear you."
He seemed satisfied. He slipped off his jacket and went into the bathroom, taking his Bible with him. She heard the door lock, and then exhaled a long, queasy sigh. There would be recriminations aplenty for the exchange they"d just had. He would squeeze every last drop of contrition from her in the days to come. She glanced around at the interconnecting door. There was no longer any sign of those shadows in the air; not the least whisper of lost voices. Perhaps, just perhaps, perhaps, she had imagined it. She opened her bag and rummaged for the bottles of pills hidden there. One eye on the bathroom door, she selected a c.o.c.ktail of three varieties and downed them with a gulp of ice water. In fact, the ice in the jug had long since melted. The water she drank down was tepid, like the rain that fell relentlessly outside. By morning, perhaps the whole world would have been washed away. If it had, she mused, she wouldn"t grieve. she had imagined it. She opened her bag and rummaged for the bottles of pills hidden there. One eye on the bathroom door, she selected a c.o.c.ktail of three varieties and downed them with a gulp of ice water. In fact, the ice in the jug had long since melted. The water she drank down was tepid, like the rain that fell relentlessly outside. By morning, perhaps the whole world would have been washed away. If it had, she mused, she wouldn"t grieve.