“Look! Coming through the gate, walking across your patio! It’s Superman!” Mr. Oliver announced as he strode up. He put his hands on his hips and struck a heroic pose, puffing out his chest. “How’s your son, Theo? He pretty near knocked me on my ass the other day. I didn’t know he could talk.”
“He’s a man of few words,” Theo said.
“That’s the best kind, though I never developed that knack myself. What’s Jaimie’s story, anyway? I always see him with a book but — ”
“We really don’t know,” Theo broke in, speaking low. “When he’s ready, he’ll tell us.” He looked back and nodded at the open kitchen window. “The thing is, Douglas, you never know when he’ll be listening. I think he’s always listening, very carefully.”
The old man nodded and was quiet for some time before whispering, “Is he a genius in there?”
“He’s Peter Pan. Jaimie is the boy who lives in Neverland and refuses to grow up. He’s sixteen, but girls might as well be part of the landscape. To him, I think they’re like trees from the window of a speeding train.”
“That was true for me, too,” Oliver joked.
Theo returned a strained smile.
“Really. What’s wrong with him?”
“Wrong? Nothing’s wrong with Jaimie. He’s different. For a long time I was very concerned with diagnoses and labels. Aspergers? Autistic? Who cares if it doesn’t help? Even the labels themselves change. They don’t call it Aspergers anymore. They say a person is ‘on the spectrum’. My son’s somewhere in his own little rainbow. If anyone insists on a label, I tell them he’s interesting. He is interesting, don’t you think? Whenever we go anywhere, he still holds my hand like he did when he was a little boy. The day he stops holding my hand is the day I die a little more.”
“Sorry,” Oliver said, embarrassed. “Um…to be honest I wasn’t coming over just to ask about my Superman fan. Did you hear the shots around dawn today?”
“Shots?” Theo shrugged.
“Gunshots, around five or so.”
“Are you sure? I would think we’d have heard that.”
“Well, it wasn’t like a big shotgun or rifle blasts. This was more like pop, pop, pop! A handgun. I heard a yelp or something, too, but when I went to the window and listened, I didn’t hear anything more.”
“Sure you didn’t dream it?”
“I’m sure. Besides, I wasn’t the only one who heard. Everything stopped, like the birds were listening along with me. It reminded me of the jungle. People don’t realize how loud the jungle can be. Get a couple howler monkeys screaming at each other and some birds chattering over tea and it’s bedlam. Then you fire off a few shots, everything stops to listen and wonder.”
“Where was that?”
“Bolivia, among other places, on business. I used to be a jewel broker.”
“S’cuse me for asking,” said Theo, “but how old are you anyway?”
“Seventy-three, next month.”
“You look closer to 60.”
“Good genes.”
Theo flipped a steak and the flame leapt up. “That looks good,” Oliver said. “Could I interest you in a little quid pro quo? The smell of barbecue lifted me out of my chair from across the street.” He nodded at the steaks sizzling on the grill. “That smells good and looks even better. I can feel the craving for meat in my eye teeth.”
Theo looked at the grill, taking his time to answer.
“I’m sick of canned beans and I’m running low. I’ve been out trading. All my silverware is gone, but I’ve got a few precious stones left or a diamond ring your wife might like, unless you’re into art. Honestly, that’s hard to trade this side of the south of France.”
Theo gaped at him. “A diamond? For a steak? Are you crazy?”
Oliver smiled, but not unkindly. “You are a lousy negotiator, friend.”
Theo moved his hands in a seesaw gesture. “Lousy negotiator maybe, trying to be a decent human being, maybe. How about I split my steak with you? They’re huge. This would be more protein than any Third World family would see in a month.”
Oliver nodded his agreement and patted his stomach. “All this sitting around is no good for my girlish figure, anyway.”
“You’ve been out trading? That hadn’t occurred to me. Tell me about that.”
“As a Sutr survivor who enjoys this lovely immunity, I feel some freedom I imagine others don’t. There’s little to do at home, so I go walking and see who I come across and what they’ve got of interest. All the stores are closed and the damn golf courses are too far away. Have you been watching TV? It’s as execrable as ever.”
“Not much. A bit of news and old reruns. I find The Mary Tyler Moore Show quite soothing in times like these.”
“Don’t blame you. There hasn’t been much new to talk about. I keep waiting for that old guy anchor on CNN to collapse. I’m not sure they give him time to take a pee. Catheter under the desk, you think?” The old man brayed. Theo joined his laughter.
“There was some news that’s actually new,” Oliver said. “A young actor in Hollywood — I didn’t actually recognize or remember the name — shot six paparazzi over a two day period.”
“Wait, the paparazzi were still covering him?”
“No, no. He hunted them down.”
“Interesting.”
“That may not be the worst part in the grand scheme of things. He hasn’t been arrested. It seems the police have bigger fish to fry than a celebrity serial killer.”
It took a moment for Theo to digest this fact. “When the world changes this much, you wonder how long it will take for it to change back.”
“Dunno,” Oliver replied. “How long did the Dark Ages last?”
“We’ve been pretty much on a media fast to avoid questions like that. I’m worried about my daughter especially. With the TV off, there’s less to worry about. What else have you heard?”
“Oh, you know, more talk about escalating tensions between Pakistan and India and Israel is on high alert. Britain is still blacked out.”
“Nothing new there.”
“Yes, except President Obama is pulling all troops home where they’re needed. They’re leaving Afghanistan, South Korea, Europe, Japan. Everybody’s called home. Everybody. Over nine-hundred bases around the world and they’re all rushing back.”
Theo picked up a set of tongs and piled the steaks on a big plate. “They’ve had those bases forever.”
Oliver leaned over and twisted the knob on the top of the propane tank closed. The barbecue let out a little pop as the last of the gas burned out. “I appreciate the steak, but I’d save the propane if I were you. You may want it later.”
* * *
While Theo and their neighbor spoke in the living room, Jack and Anna got out the fine china and wine glasses from the cabinet and put them on the dining room table.
As she set the table with the good silver, Anna asked why they were using the fancy plates.
“Because we never do. The last time we all sat together at the table like this was Christmas, I think,” Jack said.
“We didn’t use the china even then,” Anna said.
Most evenings, while Theo worked at the library, the big dining room table was covered with Jaimie’s dictionaries and Anna’s homework. They rarely sat to eat together as a family. The kids ate when they were hungry. Jaimie ate while he read. Anna pored over her homework or alone in her room, eating sporadically.
“We got this china when we were married,” Jack said. “We didn’t really need it. Nobody really does. Still…it’s fancy. If we’re going to be holed up here, we might as well make things as comfortable and nice as possible.”
Even as she laid out the gold-ringed plates, Anna said, “I’m not sure I like this. It feels like bad luck.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know, exactly. It feels like a goodbye dinner,” Anna said. Her eyes were wet.
“Sweetie, at your age, everything seems significant. Don’t be superstitious.”
Anna rolled her eyes. “Like you listening to the guy on the radio talking about how Sutr is punishment for our sins? You’re the queen of superstition. I feel like I should curtsy in your presence.”
Smiling, Jack said, “This is what I get for marrying an atheist. Eighteen and your father’s still got his hooks in your brain.”
“We’re not very evil, but I’d like to take this opportunity to point out that any time I disagree with you, you bring up my age. I’m supposed to be going to college next year!”
“I’ll try to cut back on the condescension if you’ll give me fifty percent less eye-rolling whenever I speak.”
“Deal. I can do that. Your condescension and my eye-rolling are directly related.”
“Sometimes I look at you and I think, yep, that’s Theo’s daughter. But am I really your mother?”
Mother and daughter laughed together. “Shall I get the young prince whom we all serve faithfully and who never has to set the table? Jaimie is perfect. He never rolls his eyes at anything his sainted mother says.”
“Yes,” Jack said. “Call the prince to dinner. Thank you.”
* * *
“Mrs. Bendham is doing quite fine, though sometimes I think she misinterprets my intentions,” Oliver said.
“Oh?” Jack said. “How so?”
“I’m not trying to move in now that poor Al’s gone. I’m entirely chaste, in fact,” he said.
“Doesn’t she know you’re gay?” Anna said.
Jack shot her daughter a look as Mr. Oliver chortled. “Actually, I think she believes her charms are powerful and, in these desperate times, how could I resist her lure? I wouldn’t be the first guy to succumb to loneliness. Any port in a storm.”
Anna shuddered. “Mrs. Bendham, no offense, is like a thousand years old.”
Jack rapped her fork against her wine glass, ringing it hard. “Weren’t you just lecturing me about not using your age against you just a few minutes ago?”
“It’s alright, Jacqueline,” Oliver said. “Mrs. Bendham is a thousand years old. But she’s not dead yet and whatever happens, we’re all young on the inside.” He smiled at Anna. “Hard to believe at this stage, I know.”
“Tell us about the outside world,” Anna said. “I’ve been staring at these walls so much I’m thinking weird thoughts, like how I’ll never live in a house with beige walls again. I’ll never live inside a house ever again when this is over. I want to go live in an open field so I can watch the clouds all day and not worry about what might be on the wind.”
Oliver said he’d been as far as the mall to the west and it had been looted and rifled. “There’s not an unbroken piece of glass in the place.”
“What were they looking for?” Anna said.
“Nothing very useful now, I don’t suppose. Some extra clothes maybe. If they’re thinking they’ll steal something now and sell it later they might have something there. Otherwise, clothes, would be the most useful thing they could stock up on that I can think of.”
“I did want to have a new cell phone,” Anna said.
“You spend enough time talking to him as it is,” Jack said.
“Him who?” Oliver said.
“The boyfriend.”
“Ah, well, it must be difficult for you to be away from him,” Oliver said.
“Thank you,” Anna said. “Thank you very much for saying that. It is. I’m not allowed to say so around here, but it is very difficult.”
Oliver looked at his plate and focused on cutting his steak into small pieces. He glanced at Jaimie, who was chewing a wad of steak while fingering a phrase in his book: facta non verba. (Actions speak louder than words.)
The boy read the words like Braille. This Latin phrase felt like sandpaper under his fingers. Jaimie understood the words were a warning that demanded work. Some ancient man might be sending a message with this Latin phrase, telling innocents to beware liars.
“Slow down, young man. You want to take little bites. If you choke or fall down or break a leg, the EMS is not showing up with an ambulance any time soon.”
* * *
Oliver told the Spencers about the day before. He had walked east. “I saw the Ginger Gas Man. He’s a freckled, red-haired man at the nearest garage. Said he was waiting for a new gasoline tanker to arrive.
“The Ginger Gas Man said the truck was supposed to come any day now. It was supposed to come ‘any day now’ a couple weeks ago. People keep driving in and driving out cursing the Ginger Gas Man. There’s no line, but they still expect he’s got gas in the tanks? People are nuts.
“He just sits there on a rocker all day and night, living off candy bars and chips and pop from the vending machines,” Oliver said. He flips people the bird as soon as they pull across the hose that rings the bell. Hard to figure, considering the TV is still working. People make their own entertainment wherever they can find it, I guess.”
Oliver found The Home Depot, grocery store and pharmacy had all been looted. “There was a young family digging through the garbage in the aisles at the drug store, looking for whatever crumbs were left,” he said. “I think when it started, people were raiding these stores at night. Now, it’s clear no one is coming. Day or night makes no difference.”
“What about the military?” Anna asked.
Theo jumped in before his neighbor could deliver more bad news. “Mr. Oliver said all of them are coming home. They’ll be here soon, I’m sure.”
Oliver shook his head and cleared his throat. “I didn’t say that exactly.”
Theo gestured for the old man to continue.
“As soon as they’re here, I think the same thing that happened with the police, firefighters, EMS, doctors, nurses…it just…” He seemed sad and gathered his thoughts. “Everyone has a family and they’ll all want to be together. Everybody talks country first, but it’s really either family first, or maybe just me first, in times like these.”
“But they’ll get shot if they desert.”
“Maybe. Maybe not. Whoever does show up, I suspect they’ll be rather thin on the ground. This is America. That’s a lot of ground to cover. The government, whatever’s left of it, would do better to shrink wrap Texas and start again from there. That would be plenty ambitious given the area versus the manpower.”
The family sat quiet for a time, weighing the old man’s words.
“It could be even worse than no army, in fact.”
“How’s that?” Theo asked.
“Warlords. Nobody thinks it could happen here, but I was a jewel trader in Bolivia and several African countries. No one is so different that it can’t happen here. People are the same everywhere.”
“So…you’re picturing rebellion?”
“If I were a general, I’d set myself up in a small city or maybe even a large one if I was ambitious. I just wouldn’t call it a rebellion. I’d set up a city-state that never quite got around to setting up a democracy while I was alive. Whatever I did, no matter how horrible, I’d say it was for everyone’s safety and security. Not so different than it’s been lately in many ways.”
“That’s a dark, worst-case scenario,” Jack said. “I don’t think that would happen here.”
“Nobody ever does until it’s already happened. Kent State, 9/11…the Sutr Virus wasn’t supposed to happen, either, except every virologist and epidemiologist and historian agreed we were overdue for a massive plague.” Oliver glanced up at Jack and saw she looked stricken. “I’m sorry, Jacqueline. How much more should I say?”
“Tell us everything,” Jack said. “We can’t hide it from the kids and I think we’ve been hiding it from ourselves. We’ve been insulated so far, thanks to Theo’s brother.”
“I walked east and south to a group of low rent apartments. A young man was selling drugs for gold rings. I don’t know what sort of quality it is, but I gave him a couple
rings and he gave me some weed and some ecstasy.”
“You’ve got X?” Anna was wide eyed.
“Medicinal reasons. You never know when some cat might need tranquilizing and I might be that cat. The thing you need to understand about the new economics is, the banks are shut down now. We’re on our own again. The system has collapsed while you’ve been hiding. I’m surprised the television, phones, power and water still work, but some intrepid souls are still on the job somewhere, keeping a skeleton crew working. When things well and truly fall apart, it will take the turbine a while to get up to speed again, but no worries. You’ve got lots to trade, right? Trade is the new economy. What’s old is new again. We’re pioneers again. We might even get back to covered wagons, depending how bad it gets.”
All but Jaimie stared at the old man, dumbfounded. “You folks really did have a media ban here, eh? When things change — and at some point everything always changes — it happens quickly.”
“I’m still getting over you going to a drug dealer,” Anna said.
“I did say the pharmacy is cleared out, didn’t I? If I break a leg one morning or get a toothache or just can’t stand the horror of it all, I do have a fallback position. Suffering should always be optional.”
Theo recovered faster than his wife. “How are the roads?”
“Still passable as far as I could see. Either everyone pulled over to the right when they abandoned their car or, more likely, someone from the city is hauling cars and trucks out of the way, probably to keep up the free flow of the trucks carrying the dead out of town.”
Oliver looked from face to face. “I’m sorry if I’ve spoiled anyone’s dinner. That was a fine steak.”
They ate in silence for some time before Anna pushed her plate back. “I can’t eat. I’ve lost my appetite.”
With the speed of a hawk scooping up salmon from a lake, Jaimie stuck a fork in what remained of Anna’s steak and plopped it on his own plate. He immediately returned to where his right index finger marked his latest Latin phrase: Fronti nulla fides. Appearances are deceiving.
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