Part 9 (1/2)

”I'm not feeling too well,” she muttered.

”How's that, dear?” Betty asked, stroking her patient's head.

”I'm hallucinating about Tom dragging the body of a mad scientist -- ”

”You're not hallucinating. He just did,” she replied. ”Well, he might not be mad, but I wouldn't trust anyone with that mustache!”

”Oh.”

For some reason, this did not disturb her. During her blackout, she had dreamed of a subtle s.h.i.+ft in the circ.u.mstances that kept her universe in equilibrium. She was too disorientated to judge whether this was a dream or not, but at least she no longer felt like crying.

In the kitchen, Ritchie, Tom's father, had just come home from work and was searching for a cold Pabst to drink in front of the news. He watched his son drag the man's body into the center of the room, drop his legs, and turn toward Alona.

”Who the h.e.l.l's that?!” he cried.

But Tom wasn't listening. He was looking deeply at Alona, who was looking back. Alona felt her heart flutter; instantly, she knew. The trailer seemed to glow in a light she had never believed existed. Tom kept her gaze as he stepped over the body, stood before her, and took her outstretched hand in his.

”I did this for you,” Tom said simply.

”I know,” Alona said, and she did.

”Anyone care to tell me what this has to do with Kurt and that professor?” Ritchie asked, cracking open a bottle and taking a long-deserved drink.

Tom and Alona, their gazes locked, now holding both hands, seemed to glow somehow in the lower-middle cla.s.s splendor of the trailer home.

Betty, watching the exchange with incredulous eyes, finally sighed and her own hands slipped together over her heart. Ritchie, noting his wife's reaction, allowed himself an ironic smile.

”Oh, for crying out loud,” he muttered. ”Tom!”

Tom and Alona jumped and turned toward the voice, their hands dropping by their sides.

”Why did you just drag an unconscious scientist into my home?”

Tom turned toward the body. ”Oh, him!” Tucked in the front of the man's trousers was a clipboard. Tom extracted it and handed it to his dad. Both parents read the top sheet, their faces turning pale.

”Does this mean what I think it means? Richie?”

He nodded slowly.

”This settles it. They were kidnapped,” Ritchie p.r.o.nounced authoritatively. Tom and Alona did not hear. Their eyes and hands had found each other's once again. Tom attempted to say something meaningful and clever but only managed a half-swallowed: ”I love you.”

”I love you,” replied Alona, and the room seemed to begin to slowly revolve around a newly formed sun. Betty peeked at them over the clipboard, but Richie raised it again.

”Aww...” she cooed.

”Now, hon',” he admonished gently.

21. How the World Works ”Courage is the capacity to confront what can be imagined.”

-- Leo Rosten

Julia felt a scream building. Cecil wouldn't stop rubbing her legs, Uncle Justin wasn't answering the phone. He shot somebody, but there was no one there to have been shot. Rhonda, having flirted with all of the men in Tranquil, had started flirting with her. Seeing things that weren't there, or if they were there, things she didn't want to know anything about. Losing jobs, getting jobs. Being caught up in a world that she could barely make sense of, running by so quickly by that there was no chance to catch up. Concerns of that general nature were making it tempting to rip the phone from the wall and throw it through the sliding gla.s.s door.