Part 36 (1/2)

”How about showing him that picture of her on the porch when she was a kid?” I said. ”That's a good one.” Gary looked at me like, What the h.e.l.l is going on here?

”That picture's got her a little upset,” I said.

”I understand why,” he whispered.

”Plus she just saw her mother's cells for the first time,” I told him.

Gary nodded. Over the years, he and I had spent many hours talking; he understood Deborah and what she'd been through more than anyone else in her family.

Deborah pointed to the hives on her face. ”I'm having a reaction, swellin up and breakin out. I'm crying and happy at the same time.” She started pacing back and forth, her face s.h.i.+ning with sweat as the woodstove clanged and seemed to suck most of the oxygen from the room. ”All this stuff I'm learning,” she said, ”it make me realize that I did have a mother, and all the tragedy she went through. It hurts but I wanna know more, just like I wanna know about my sister. It make me feel closer to them, but I do miss them. I wish they were here.”

Keeping his eyes on Deborah, Gary walked across the room, sat in an oversized recliner, and motioned for us to join him. But Deborah didn't sit. She paced back and forth across the linoleum floor, picking the red polish off her nails and talking an incoherent stream about a murder she'd heard about on the news and the traffic in Atlanta. Gary's eyes followed her from one side of the room to the other, intense and unblinking.

”Cuz,” he said finally. ”Please sit.”

Deborah raced over to a rocking chair not far from Gary, threw herself into it, and started rocking violently, thrusting her upper body back and forth and kicking her feet like she was trying to flip the chair over.

”You wouldn't believe what we been learning!” she said. ”They injected my mother's cells with all kinds of, uh, poisons and stuff to test if they'd kill people.”

”Dale,” Gary said, ”do something for yourself.”

”Yeah, I'm tryin,” she said. ”You know they shot her cells into murderers in prison?”

”I mean to relax,” Gary said. ”Do something to relax yourself.”

”I can't help it,” Deborah said, waving him off with her hand. ”I worry all the time.”

”Like the Bible said,” Gary whispered, ”man brought nothing into this world and he'll carry nothing out. Sometime we care about stuff too much. We worry when there's nothing to worry about.”

In a moment of clarity, Deborah nodded, saying, ”And we bring our own body down by doing it.”

”You don't seem so good right now, Cuz. Make some time for yourself,” Gary said. ”When I get in my car and drive, don't have to be going nowhere, circles is fine by me. Just got to have time to relax with the road under me. Everybody needs something like that.”

”If I ever get any money,” Deborah said, ”I'll get an RV where I can go back and forth and I don't have to be in the same place ever. Can't n.o.body bother you when you're movin.”

She stood up and started pacing again.

”Only time I really relax is when I'm drivin down here,” she said. ”But this time I just be drivin along the whole time thinking about what happened to my sister and my mother.”

The moment Deborah said the words sister and mother, her face got redder and she started to panic. ”You know they shot my mother cells into s.p.a.ce and blew her up with nuclear bombs? They even did that thing ... what do you call it ... um ... cloning! ... that's right, they did that cloning on her.”

Gary and I shot each other a nervous glance and both started talking at once, scrambling to bring her back from wherever she was going.

”There are no clones,” I said. ”Remember?”

”You don't have to be fearful,” Gary said. ”The word of G.o.d said if we honor our father and mother, we can live long upon the earth, and you doing that, you honoring your mother.” He smiled and closed his eyes. ”I love this scripture that's in Psalms,” he told her. ”It says even if our father and our mother fall sick, the Lord take care of you. Even if you lose everybody like your mother and your sister, G.o.d's love will never turn His back on you.”

But Deborah didn't hear any of it.

”You wouldn't believe it,” she said. ”You know they mixed her with mice to make a human-mouse? They say she's not even human anymore!” She laughed a loud, manic laugh and ran to the window. ”Holy cuss!” she yelled, ”is it raining out there?”