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“We don’t want to know their names,” he said. “And we don’t want them knowing ours.”
Men adapt to captivity, some better than others. Morton, a skinny, chattering youth from Chicago, would fidget whenever he heard noises from outside, rubbing his chin and mumbling, “Oh, damn, oh damn, oh
damn . . .” until the others told him to shut up. Smitty, a fireman’s son from Brooklyn, was quiet most of the time, but he often seemed to be swallowing something, his Adam’s apple loping up and down; Eddie later learned he was chewing on his tongue. Rabozzo, the young redheaded kid from Portland, Oregon, kept a poker face during the waking hours, but at night he often woke up screaming, “Not me! Not me!”
Eddie mostly seethed. He clenched a fist and slapped it into his palm, hours on end, knuckles to skin, like the anxious baseball player he had been in his youth. At night, he dreamed he was back at the pier, on the Derby Horse carousel, where five customers raced in circles until the bell rang. He was racing his buddies, or his brother, or Marguerite. But then the dream turned, and the four Crazies were on the adjacent ponies, poking at him, sneering.
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Then one morning, the prisoners were awakened by screaming and flashing bayonets and the four Crazies had them up and bound and led down into a shaft. There was no light. The ground was cold. There were picks and shovels and metal buckets.
“It’s a goddamn coal mine,” Morton said.
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Then, during the fourth month, something happened. Rabozzo developed an ugly skin rash and severe diarrhea. He couldn’t eat a thing. At night, he sweated through his filthy clothes until they were soaking wet. He soiled himself. There were no clean clothes to give him so he slept naked on the burlap, and the Captain placed his sack over him like a blanket.
The next day, down in the mine, Rabozzo could barely stand. The four Crazies showed no pity. When he slowed, they poked him with sticks to keep him scraping.
“Leave him be,” Eddie growled.
Crazy Two, the most brutal of their captors, slammed Eddie with a bayonet butt. He went down, a shot of pain spreading between his shoulder blades. Rabozzo scraped a few more pieces of coal, then collapsed. Crazy Two screamed at him to get up.
“He’s sick!” Eddie yelled, struggling to his feet.
Crazy Two slammed him down again.
“Shut up, Eddie,” Morton whispered. “For your own good.”
Crazy Two leaned over Rabozzo. He pulled back his eyelids. Rabozzo moaned. Crazy Two made an exaggerated smile and cooed, as if dealing with a baby. He went, “Ahh,” and laughed. He laughed looking at all of them, making eye contact, making sure they were watching him. Then he pulled out his pistol, rammed it into Rabozzo’s ear, and shot him in the head.
Eddie felt his body rip in half. His eyes blurred and his brain went numb. The echo of the gunshot hung in the mine as Rabozzo’s face soaked into a spreading puddle of blood. Morton put his hands over his mouth. The Captain looked down. Nobody moved.
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s glass. Silence. It haunted their remaining years. His father was silent when Eddie moved into his own apartment, silent when Eddie took a cab-driving job, silent at Eddie’s wedding, silent when Eddie came to visit his mother. She begged and wept and beseeched her husband to change his mind, to let it go, but Eddie’s father would only say to her, through a clenched jaw,
what he said to others who made the same request: “That boy raised a hand to me.” And that was the end of the conversation.
All parents damage their children. This was their life together. Neglect. Violence. Silence. And now, someplace beyond death, Eddie slumped against a stainless steel wall and dropped into a snowbank, stung again by the denial of a man whose love, almost inexplicably, he still coveted, a man ignoring him, even in heaven. His father. The damage done.
DON’T BE ANGRY,” a woman’s voice said. “He can’t hear you.”
Eddie jerked his head up. An old woman stood before him in the snow. Her face was gaunt, with sagging cheeks, rose-colored lipstick, and tightly pulled-back white hair, thin enough in parts to reveal the pink scalp beneath it. She wore wire-rimmed spectacles over narrow blue eyes.
Eddie could not recall her. Her clothes were before his time, a dress made of silk and chiffon, with a bib-like bodice stitched with white beads and topped with a velvet bow just below her neck. Her skirt had a rhinestone buckle and there were snaps and hooks up the side. She stood with elegant posture, holding a parasol with both hands. Eddie guessed she’d been rich.
“Not always rich,” she said, grinning as if she’d heard him. “I was raised much like you were, in the back end of the city, forced to leave school when I was fourteen. I was a working girl. So were my sisters. We gave every nickel back to the family鈥?
Eddie interrupted. He didn’t want another story. “Why can’t my father hear me?” he demanded.
She smiled. “Because his spirit鈥攕afe and sound鈥攊s part of my eternity. But he is not really here. You are.”
“Why does my father have to be safe for you?”
She paused.
“Come,” she said.
SUDDENLY THEY WERE at the bottom of the mountain. The light from the diner was now just a speck, like a star that had fallen into a crevice.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” the old woman said. Eddie followed her eyes. There was something about her, as if he’d seen her photograph somewhere.
“Are you . . . my third person?”
“I am at that,” she said.
Eddie rubbed his head. Who was this woman? At least with the Blue Man, at least with the Captain, he had some recollection of their place in his life. Why a stranger? Why now? Eddie had once hoped death would mean a reunion with those who went before him. He had attended so many funerals, polishing his black dress shoes, finding his hat, standing in a cemetery with the same despairing question: Why are they gone and I’m still here? His mother. His brother. His aunts and uncles. His buddy Noel. Marguerite. “One day,” the priest would say, “we will all be together in the Kingdom of Heaven.”
Where were they, then, if this was heaven? Eddie studied this strange older woman. He felt more alone than ever.
“Can I see Earth?” he whispered.
She shook her head no.
“Can I talk to God?”
“You can always do that.”
He hesitated before asking the next question.
“Can I go back?”
She squinted. “Back?”
“Yeah, back,” Eddie said. “To my life. To that last day. Is there something I can do? Can I promise to be good? Can I promise to go to church all the time? Something?”
“Why?” She seemed amused.
“Why?” Eddie repeated. He swiped at the snow that had no cold, with the bare hand that felt no moisture. “Why? Because this place don’t make no sense to me. Because I don’t feel like no angel, if that’s what I’m supposed to feel like. Because I don’t feel like I got it all figured out. I can’t even remember my own death. I can’t remember the accident. All I remember are these two little hands鈥攖his little girl I was trying to save, see? I was pulling her out of the way and I must’ve grabbed her hands and that’s when I . . .”
He shrugged.
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“You have peace,” the old woman said, “when you make it with yourself.”
“Nah,” Eddie said, shaking his head. “Nah, you don’t.” He thought about telling her the agitation he’d felt every day since the war, the bad dreams, the inability to get excited about much of anything, the times he went to the docks alone and watched the fish pulled in by the wide rope nets, embarrassed because he saw himself in those helpless, flopping creatures, snared and beyond escape.
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“But I know you,” she said.
Eddie sighed.
“Oh yeah? How’s that?”
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away. It was a long way. If I even made it, I knew that my five years

alone in my house here were over. I knew that if and when I

finished the book, I was going to have to go elsewhere to live.

I turned from the shore, once I was safely there, to look back and

see if he was going to follow me into the woods after all and to do

me in before I ever got my chance to enter Coleman Silk’s boyhood

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a solitary man on a bucket, fishing through eighteen inches of ice in

a lake that’s constantly turning over its water atop an arcadian

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never tell you that. Not that. They tell you what they want to tell

you. Never Slick Willie who gets caught. It’s the guy who served

who gets caught. Over and over. Nope, doesn’t seem right. You

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I’m sort of daydreamin’, and I thought, That could be my son. Not

you, not a man like you, but my son.”

“Don’t you have a son?”

“No.”

“Never married?” I asked.

This time he didn’t answer me right off. He looked at me, homed

in on me as though I had a signal that was going off like the two pilots

bailing out, but he didn’t answer me. Because he knows, I

thought. He knows I was at Faunia’s funeral. Somebody told him

that “the author” was there. What kind of author does he think I

am? An author who writes books about crimes like his? An author

who writes books about murderers and murder?

“Doomed,” he said finally, staring back into the hole and jiggling

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was doomed. Came back from Vietnam with too much anger

and resentment. Had PTSD. I had what they call post-traumatic

stress disorder. That’s what they told me. When I come back, I didn’t

want to know anybody. I come back, I couldn’t relate to anything

that was going on around here, as far as civilized living. It’s

like I was there so long, it was totally insane. Wearing clean clothes,

and people saying hello, and people smiling, and people going to

parties, and people driving cars鈥擨 couldn’t relate to it anymore. I

didn’t know how to talk to anybody, I didn’t know how to say hello

to anybody. I withdrew for a long time. I used to get in my car, drive

around, go in the woods, walk in the woods鈥攊t was the weirdest

thing. I withdrew from myself. I had no idea what I was going

through. My buddies would call me, I wouldn’t call back. They

were afraid I was going to die in a car accident, they were afraid

I was鈥?

I interrupted. “Why were they afraid you were going to die in a

car accident?”

“I was drinking. I was driving around and drinking.”

“Did you ever get into a car accident?”

He smiled. Didn’t take a pause and stare me down. Didn’t give

me an especially threatening look. Didn’t jump up and go for my

throat. Just smiled a little, more good nature in the smile than I

could have believed he had in him to show. In a deliberately lighthearted

way, he shrugged and said, “Got me. I didn’t know what I

was going through, you know? Accident? In an accident? I wouldn’t

know if I did. I suppose I didn’t. You’re going through what they

call post-traumatic stress disorder. Stuff keeps coming back into

your subconscious mind that you’re back in Vietnam, that you’re

back in the army again. I’m not an educated guy. I didn’t even know

that. People were so pissed at me for this and that, and they didn’t

even know what I was going through and I didn’t even know鈥攜ou

know? I don’t have educated friends who know these things. I got

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assholes or double your money back.” Again the shrug. Comical?

Intended to be comical? No, more a happy-go-lucky strain of

sinisterness. “So what can I do?” he asked helplessly.

Conning me. Playing with me. Because he knows I know. Here

we are alone up where we are, and I know, and he knows I know.

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in the spiral of its curving steel blade.

“How’d you find out you had PTSD?”

“A colored girl at the VA. Excuse me. An African American. A

very intelligent African American. She’s got a master’s degree. You

got a master’s degree?”

“No,ugg mini,” I said.

“Well, she’s got one, and that’s how I found out what I had. Otherwise

I still wouldn’t know. That’s how I started learning about

myself, what I was going through. They told me. And not just me.

Don’t think it was just me. Thousands and thousands of guys were

going through what I was going through. Thousands and thousands

of guys waking up in the middle of the night back in Vietnam.

Thousands and thousands of guys people are calling up and

they don’t call them back. Thousands and thousands of guys having

these real bad dreams. And so I told that to this African American

and she understood what it was. Because she had that master’s

degree, she told me how it was going through my subconscious

mind, and that it was the same with thousands and thousands

of other guys. The subconscious mind. You can’t control it. It’s like

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even to drink my coffee. How can one possibly roll back all these

lies? Even if you demonstrate something’s a lie, in a place like

Athena, once it’s out there, it stays. Instead of pacing restlessly

around the house until it was time to head for the cemetery, I

dressed in a tie and jacket and went down to Town Street to hang

around there鈥攄own to where I could nurse the illusion that there

was something to be done with my disgust.

And with my shock. I was not prepared to think of him as dead,

let alone to see him buried. Everything else aside, the death in a

freak accident of a strong, healthy man already into his seventies

had its own awful poignancy鈥攖here would at least have been a

higher degree of rationality had he been carried off by a heart attack

or cancer or a stroke. What’s more, I was convinced by then鈥擨

was convinced as soon as I heard the news鈥攖hat it was impossible

for the accident to have occurred without the presence somewhere

nearby of Les Farley and his pickup truck. Of course nothing that

befalls anyone is ever too senseless to have happened, and yet with

Les Farley in the picture, with Farley as primary cause, wasn’t there

more than just the wisp of an explanation for the violent extinction,ugg classic crochet,

in a single convenient catastrophe, of Farley’s despised ex-wife

and the enraging lover whom Farley had obsessively staked out?

To me, reaching this conclusion didn’t seem at all motivated by a

disinclination to accept the inexplicable for what it is鈥攖hough it

seemed precisely that to the state police the morning after Coleman’s

funeral, when I went to talk to the two officers who’d been

first at the scene of the accident and who’d found the bodies. Their

examination of the crash vehicle revealed nothing that could corroborate

in any way the scenario I was imagining. The information

I gave them鈥攁bout Farley’s stalking of Faunia, about his spying on

Coleman, about the near-violent confrontation, just beyond the

kitchen door,Rainier Ugg Boots, when Farley came roaring at the two of them out of

the dark鈥攚as all patiently taken down, as were my name, address,

and telephone number. I was then thanked for my cooperation,

assured that everything would be held in strictest confidence, and

told that if it seemed warranted they would be back in touch

with me.

They never were.

On the way out, I turned and said, “Can I ask one question? Can

I ask about the disposition of the bodies in the car?”

“What do you want to know, sir?” said Officer Balich, the senior

of the two young men, a poker-faced, quietly officious fellow whose

Croatian family, I remembered, used to own the Madamaska Inn.

“What exactly did you find when you found them? Their placement.

Their posture. The rumor in Athena鈥?

“No, sir,” Balich said, shaking his head, “that was not the case.

None of that’s true, sir.”

“You know what I’m referring to?”

“I do, sir. This was clearly a case of speeding. You can’t take that

curve at that speed. Jeff Gordon couldn’t have taken that curve at

that speed. For an old guy with a couple glasses of wine playing

tricks on his brain to drive round that bend like a hot-rodder鈥?

“I don’t think Coleman Silk ever in his life drove like a hotrodder,

Officer.”

“Well…,” Balich said, and put his hands up in the air, the palms

to me, suggesting that, with all due respect, neither he nor I could

possibly know that. “It was the professor who was behind the

wheel, sir.”

The moment had arrived when I was expected by Officer Balich

not to insert myself foolishly as an amateur detective, not to press

my contention further, but politely to take my leave. He had called

me sir more than enough times for me to have no hallucinations

about who was running the show, and so I did leave, and, as I say,

that was the end of it.

The day Coleman was to be buried was another unseasonably

warm, crisply lit November day. With the last of the leaves having

fallen from the trees during the previous week, the hard bedrock

contour of the mountain landscape was now nakedly exposed by

the sunlight, its joints and striations etched in the fine hatched lines

of an old engraving, and as I headed to Athena for the funeral that

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view obscured by foliage since last spring. The no-nonsense organization

of the earth’s surface, to be admired and deferred to now for

the first time in months, was a reminder of the terrific abrasive

force of the glacier onslaught that had scoured these mountains on

the far edge of its booming southward slide. Passing just miles from

Coleman’s house, it had spat out boulders the size of restaurant refrigerators

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“What are you doing, sweetheart?” she said, after he had spent twenty minutes
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chewing the pencil again and grunting irritably to himself.
“Trying to remember an address someone once gave me.”
“Your life would be an awful lot simpler,” she said, “if you bought yourself an address
book.”
Finally he passed the paper to her.
“You look after it,” he said.
She looked at it. Among all the scratchings and crossings out were the words
“Quentulus Quazgar Mountains. Sevorbeupstry. Planet of Preliumtarn. Sun-Zarss. Galactic
Sector QQ7 Active J Gamma.”
“And what’s there?”
“Apparently,” said Arthur, “it’s God’s Final Message to His Creation.”
“That sounds a bit more like it,” said Fenchurch. “How do we get there?”
“You really…?”
“Yes,chestnut ugg,” said Fenchurch firmly, “I really want to know.”
Arthur looked out of the scratchy little perspex window at the open sky outside.
“Excuse me,” said the woman who had been looking at them rather oddly, suddenly, “I
hope you don’t think I’m rude. I get so bored on these long flights, it’s nice to talk to
somebody. My name’s Enid Kapelsen, I’m from Boston. Tell me, do you fly a lot?”
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They went to Arthur’s house in the West Country, shoved a couple of towels and stuff
in a bag, and then sat down to do what every Galactic hitch hiker ends up spending most of
his time doing.
They waited for a flying saucer to come by.
“Friend of mine did this for fifteen years,” said Arthur one night as they sat forlornly
watching the sky.
“Who was that?”
“Called Ford Prefect.”
He caught himself doing something he had never really expected to do agai.
He wondered where Ford Prefect was.
By an extraordinary coincidence, the following day there were two reports in the
paper, one concerning the most astonishing incidents with a flying saucer, and the other about
a series of unseemly riots in pubs.
Ford Prefect turned up the day after that looking hung over and complaining that
Arthur never answered the phone.
In fact he looked extremely ill, not merely as if he’d been pulled through a hedge
backwards, but as if the hedge was being simultaneously pulled backwards through a combine
harvester. He staggered into Arthur’s sitting room,new ugg boots, waving aside all offers of support, which
was an error, because the effort caused him to lose his balance altogether and Arthur had
eventually to drag him to the sofa.
“Thank you,” said Ford, “thank you very much. Have you…” he said, and fell asleep
for three hours.

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