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"Drat!" whispered Thin Elderly. "Its too late. Stay here. Be quiet. Dissolve. "
Littlest shrank herself into invisibility and Thin Elderly, beside her, did the same. Just in time. The woman, tying the belt of her robe, hurried from her own bedroom across the hall and into the room where the boy was calling.
"John!" she said in a firm, quiet voice. She sat on the bed and put her arms around him. He struggled, crying. "Help me!" he sobbed.
"Wake up, John," she said to him firmly. "Youre having a nightmare. "
In a moment his eyes opened and he looked around, whimpering. The bedroom was unchanged: his little suitcase was on the floor by the chair, his clothes draped over the chairs wooden arm. A nightlight glowed in the corner.
"Someone was—" the boy said. He blinked. "He was chasing me!"
"It was a nightmare," she told him again. "Youre safe here. "
He lay back down. She pulled the covers up over him and stroked his back through the blanket.
"Ill tell you a story," she said to him in a quiet voice.
"Okay. "
"Once upon a time," the woman said, "there was a little boy. His name was John, and he was—"
"At the beach. He was at the beach with his mom," the boy said sleepily.
"Yes, he was at the beach with his mom on a beautiful sunny day. It was warm, with a nice breeze. Seagulls were overhead, and—"
"Shells," he said, but his eyelids were fluttering and his voice was drowsy.
She glanced over to the table, where the boy had placed a delicate pink seashell that he had taken from his suitcase. "Yes," she said, "there were beautiful shells on the beach. " She continued stroking him for a moment, whispering, "Shhh, shhh," until it was clear that he was sleeping again. She gazed at him briefly, then tiptoed back to her own bedroom.
From their watching place, Thin Elderly stirred himself and reemerged. Littlest did the same. "Now we have much work to do," he explained to her in a low voice. "Gather your best fragments. We must strengthen him. "
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"Whos this jerk?" John asked. He had taken a framed photograph from the piano and set it down on the kitchen table, where the woman was still sipping her morning tea.
She reached for it. "He was a friend of mine," she said, and touched the edge of the silver frame with her fingertips.
"Now he hates you, right? You thought he was your friend, right? But now he hates you. "
"No, he never hated me. But this was a long time ago. We were both very young then. "
"So whered he go? California? I bet you dont even know. I bet he just left and didnt tell you where. " John picked up his spoon and ate another mouthful of cereal, then made a face. "I hate this kind of cereal. I only like Sugar Pops. "
"Dont eat it, then. I can make you some toast if youd like. " With her napkin she wiped the smudgy fingerprints from the glass that protected the old photograph.
The boy held a fingerful of soggy cereal under the table for Toby, then withdrew it quickly when the dog came to sniff. He wiped it on the knee of his jeans and kicked the dog lightly with his sneaker.
"I bet he never wrote to you or anything," he commented. "I bet he didnt send you any money. You should throw the dumb picture away. "
"He wrote to me often. But then he died. Do you want toast?"
"Yeah. "
She looked at him wryly. "Yes, please?" she said.
He repeated it sarcastically. She smiled, rose, and dropped two pieces of bread into the toaster on the counter.
"How did he die? Did he get murdered? I know somebody who got murdered. "
"Not exactly. But he was shot. "
The boy made his fingers into a gun. "Blam," he said, and shot Toby, the dog. Then he shot the refrigerator. "Im gonna get a gun," he said, and ate another spoonful of cereal.
"So did his wife shoot him or what?" he asked, with his mouth full.
"He didnt have a wife. He was killed in the war, in France. "
"I know a poem about France: I see London, I see France—" he began in a singsong voice, then interrupted himself. "Does your dog ever run away?"
"No. Toby always stays close to the house. Hes always waiting for his next meal," she told him, laughing lightly.
"Hell die, though. "
"Someday. But hes not terribly old. Hell probably live another, oh, maybe seven years. Wont you, Toby?" she said to the dog, who lifted his head at the sound of his name. She leaned toward him and scratched his neck.
"Well, if you dont want him anymore, you can get someone to shoot him. Ill do it for you after I get my gun. "
"Ill never not want Toby," the woman told the boy. "Theres your toast, popped up. Ill get some jam from the cupboard. "
"Dont you ever get mad at him?" The boy lifted the two pieces of toast from the toaster and dropped them onto the blue plate on the table.
"Of course I do. Once he stood on his hind legs and grabbed a whole roasted chicken from the counter. I was furious. "
"Did you beat him? I bet you beat him. "
"No. But I called him a few not-very-nice names. And I shut him in the back hall for a while. "
"Did he cry?"
She laughed. "He whined. Piteously. "
"Sometime youll get really, really mad at him," John said. He tore one piece of toast in half and stacked the two pieces on top of each other. "Then you wont want him. Youll probably give him away.
"Youll probably give him to some jerk with no TV," he added matter-of-factly, and poked a hole through the remaining slice of toast with his index finger. "Can we play war again after breakfast?"
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"Im looking for a job," the young woman said into the phone. "But Ive been busy. I moved, you know that. It was a pain in the neck to move.
"But Im looking for a job now. Im really cleaning up my act. "
She exhaled some smoke and glanced with a wry look around the room, at the stacked unopened cartons, the stained rug, the dirty dishes, and an opened pizza box with the stale crusts still inside. "Not my apartment," she added under her breath.
"I know," she replied to a question from the person on the other end of the line. "Yes, Im very aware that I have to be here for him. Hed be in school all day, and then Id be home when he got home. Im looking for something part-time, maybe like eight to two. I saw an ad for a receptionist and it said flexible hours. Im just about to call there. "
She listened for a moment. She stubbed out her cigarette and reached for the half-empty pack nearby.
"No, I wouldnt leave him alone again. Of course not. " Nervously she twisted a strand of her long hair around one finger.
"And also," she went on, "I did what you suggested. I took out a restraining order. "
She lit a cigarette and listened. "Hes gone. I dont know where he is. I probably didnt even need the restraining order. I think he went to California.
"So anyway, as I said, Im really getting it together. Im going to counseling. But I need John back. Its totally weird having him gone. Hes my best friend, you know?"
She listened and made a face, grimacing to herself. "No, well, I didnt mean that. I know hes my child. I know all that. Ill set limits. I can do all that stuff. But I need him back here so I can do it, right? I mean, how can I do parenting if my kid isnt here, right?"
She twisted her hair again, listening. Her shoulders, which had been tensely raised, sank, and her voice trembled slightly. "I lost it, okay? It was a bad time for me. I did some stupid things. "
The voice on the telephone was calm, reassuring. The woman listened, rolling her eyes.
"Okay," she said in a defeated tone. "Okay. Yeah. I understand. I know, it takes time.
"Listen, Ill call you back as soon as I get a job. And you make sure hes treated okay! And tell him—well, tell him Im working on it, and hell be back home soon, and I love him, and—"
Huddled on the couch, clutching the phone, the young woman began to cry. "Tell him I dream
ed about him last night," she said.
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"Do they come back to the same person again?" Littlest asked Thin Elderly. They were back at the Heap now, and most of the dream-givers were sleeping soundly, exhausted by their hard work during the night. But Littlest One was still thinking about the Sinisteed she had seen. Her thumb slipped into her mouth.
Thin Elderly put his arm around her. "They tend to, often," he said. "They make return visits and inflict what they call recurrences.
"They wont ever hurt you," he reassured Littlest. "You neednt worry about that. But you will probably see that one again. I think hell be coming back to the boy. We just have to hope that the Horde wont come with him. The boy is very vulnerable.
"They sense that," he explained. "They can sense when someone is weak, or in need. "
The thumb popped out. "But the boy needs me!" Littlest said.
"Sorry," she added. "I meant, he needs us. "
Thin Elderly laughed affectionately. "Yes, he does," he told her.
"But I think he really needs me most," she confided, yawning, "because hes very little, for a human boy. And I know what its like to be little. "
"Well," said Thin Elderly, "it will serve him well, your understanding. "
"Well have to give him very good dreams. "
"Yes, he needs every good dream we can bestow. Well work very hard on strengthening the boy. I think we can even neglect the woman for a few nights. Shes quite strong. "
"But old," Littlest pointed out sleepily. "Very wrinkly and old. " She glanced up at Thin Elderly and blushed. "Oops. Sorry. "
"Its all right. Im old, too, and wrinkly. I know that. And she is the same, thats true. And old people do need their dreams as much as anyone. But right now I feel we must concentrate on that little boy. He has so few fragments to hold on to, and some were destroyed during the infliction last night. "
"The woman will help him, too. Remember when she told him a story and it helped him go to sleep? Ill tell you a story, she said to him. I liked that. "
"Yes. Shes good with him. "
"Whats a story, exactly?" Littlest asked suddenly.
Thin Elderly looked at her with amusement. She had so very much to learn. "Let me think how to explain that," he said. "A story is—
"Well, everything is a story. Tell me something youve touched, in the womans house. "
"A button on her sweater. "
"And what came from the button?"
"You mean the fragments?"
"Yes, the fragments. What were they?"
Thinking, Littlest scratched her nose. "There were lots. There was the time when Toby—thats the dogs name—"
"Yes," said Thin Elderly. "I know Toby. "
"Well, he chewed the button once. He was just bored and there it was, something to do, so he chewed it. She scolded him, but she was laughing. That fragments there. "