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Her grandson glanced momentarily at the trash can on the corner beside them. "Of course he did, Grandma," and he left it at that, making a mental note to keep her wheelchair a little farther away from trash cans.
By nightfall the corsage had begun to wilt, but that was fine. Doris knew it was the way of all things, and each falling petal was a gentle reminder that soon--maybe tomorrow, maybe next week, maybe next year--her time would come too. The tunnel would open for her, and she would make her journey into the light with a mind as crystal clear as the star-filled evening.
Chapter 24 Its a Dogs Life
Nick could tell there was something wrong in Nashville.
A city this big should have had Afterlights, but there was not a single one to be found. They did find an abandoned Afterlight den--a crossed factory, filled with evidence of Afterlight activity, but not one soul remained.
"Maybe they all found their coins, and got where they were going," Johnnie-O suggested.
"Or maybe they were captured by Mary," Charlie said.
"Or maybe sumpin worse," said Zin--and by Kudzus reaction, everyone suspected she might be right. The dog wasnt exactly a bloodhound, but his senses were more acute than human ones--and the second he and Zin got close to the factory, Kudzu began to back off and howl. He wouldnt get near the place.
There was definitely a strange feeling in the air--the residue of some bitter circumstance. It called for a visit from the Sniffer.
The Sniffer was a kid they picked up in Chattanooga, whose sense of smell was so good, he could smell things that didnt actually have an odor. Like the scent of someone thinking too hard (smells like a burning lampshade) or the aroma of confusion (smells like rotisserie chicken). One might think hed have a monumentally distorted nose, and yet he didnt. It was a dainty little upturned thing.
"Its not the size of your nose that matters," the Sniffer often said, "its how deep your nasal cavity goes," and this kid was nasal cavity all the way down to his toes. In fact, when he sneezed, he could splatter an entire room in ectomucus--which was like living mucus, except that it never dried.
They brought him to the factory and, just like Kudzu, he wouldnt even go through the door--but at least he was able to tell them why.
"I smell misery," he said. "The place reeks of it. " Then he pointed southwest, roughly in the direction of Memphis. "Thats the direction the misery went. "
"Just our luck," said Zin, still trying to calm down Kudzu, who had gone from howling to whimpering.
"Whatever it was," Nick said, "lets hope we dont run into it on the way. "
And whatever it was, it was apparently strong enough to scare the Sniffer off. He deserted Nicks army, having no desire to follow the misery to Memphis.
Zin just wanted to leave Nashville. Kudzus reaction spooked her, and the sooner they were on their way, the better. The Ogre, however, had his own agenda. They lingered in the city. He said it was because they were still looking for stray Afterlights, but that was a lie. They stayed because the Ogre had another secret task for Zin. This was the big one, and looking back, Zin realized this was the task he had been leading up to all along.
They were back at the train, and Zin couldnt find Kudzu. It wasnt unusual for him to explore on his own, but maybe she was smelling a bit of something now too. Something a little skunky. Something that reeked of bad intentions.
She finally found Kudzu in the parlor car--the Chocolate Ogres private retreat. The dog was licking chocolate from the Ogres hand.
"Kudzu! Come!" Zin said. The dog reluctantly turned and strolled over to its master.
"Kudzus been a good companion to you, hasnt he?" the Ogre said.
"The best," answered Zin.
"I know you really care about him . . . and I guess I can understand why you did what you did. Ripping him from an abusive owner, and all. "
Zin knelt down and scratched Kudzus neck. "Had to do it. I saved him from a fate worse than death. "
"Maybe you did . . . but that doesnt change the fact that you ripped a living thing out of the living world. "
She looked up at the Ogre, who sat in his stained chair. Was it her imagination, or was there more of the brown stuff on him than yesterday?
"Let me ask you something, Zin, because its important. " He leaned forward. "When you ripped Kudzu, did you just rip his spirit, or did you rip the whole dog into Everlost?"
"I guess I ripped everything, sir," Zin said. "I mean it werent like I ripped his little doggy spirit out of his body or nothin; I grabbed him, pulled him into Everlost, and there he was. Its not like there was a dead dog left behind when I ripped him here--I ripped him body and soul. " Kudzu lay down and rolled over, wanting a tummy rub. Zin obliged, and the dog purred like a kitten. "He didnt sleep for nine months, neither, on accounta he never officially died. "
"So . . . " said the Ogre, "somehow, he was flesh until you pulled him here . . . and now hes not. "
"Thats right--hes an Afterlight just like any of us. He dont grow old, he dont get sick, he dont change, and he got the glow. "
"Still, by taking him you did something very wrong. "
Zin didnt like the direction this conversation was going. "No more wrong than anything else I done," she said defensively. "No worse than any of the things you made me to do," and then she added "sir," a little snidely.
"It is worse, and I think you know that. "
"Well, that theres water under the bridge. Nuthin I can do about that now. "
And the Ogre quietly said, "Yes, there is. "
Zin didnt want to hear this. "Cmon, Kudzu, lets go. "
She practically lifted the dog to his feet and headed for the door.
"Come back here," said the Ogre. And when she didnt, he said, "Thats an order!"
She stopped just short of the door, and spun back to him. "You can order me around all you want, but you cant do nuthin to Kudzu--hes my dog, not yours!"
"If you want to set things straight in the hereafter," the Ogre said calmly, "then you need to put Kudzu back in the living world--just like you did to those flowers the other day. "
"No!" She didnt even bother saying "sir," this time.
"Its the right thing to do, and you know it. "
"If I put him back, hell have no place to go!" she pleaded.
"He will if you find him a good family. "
"If I put him back, hell die!"
"But not until he lives the full length of a dogs life. "
Zin found herself screaming into the Ogres face, but he stayed calm, which just made her even madder. "Whyre you asking me to do this?"
He didnt answer her. Instead he said, sternly, "I am your commanding officer, and your orders are to find a good home for Kudzu . . . and then you are to use your powers to put him in it. "
"You can ask me from here till doomsday, I wont do it!"
He was quiet for a second. Then he said, "If you do it, Ill put you in charge of an entire regiment of soldiers. "
The Ogre had just put his nasty, sticky little finger on her button, and Zin was disgusted with herself to know how easily her buttons could be pushed.
"How manys in a regiment?" she asked.
Zin hated this more than anything, but she couldnt deny that the Ogre, curse his Hersheys hide, was absolutely right. She had no business ripping a living dog into Everlost. And the story she gave--the one about saving him from an owner who beat him? It was a flat-out lie. Kudzu had a good life with a family that was so sweet and caring, it had made Zin sick. This was before she went off to be a hermit, when she still believed she could linger with the living, and pretend she could be one of them, even though they never knew she was there. She stayed with that family for more than a month, sitting with them at the dinner table, ripping bits of food off their plates. She sat in their playroom, ripping toys and watching the brother and sister fight, blaming each other for the missing playthings.
The dog sensed her presence. Not entirely
, but just enough for it to act edgy whenever Zin was in the room. Then the dog warmed to her. It would come near to where she was standing, and roll over, waiting to be scratched on the belly. So Zin would use her ripping hand to reach in and do it. When her hand came back with dog hair on it, she got the idea. If dog hair could come through, then why not the whole dog?
That family never knew what happened to their beloved pet. Probably figured coyotes got him or something. And now Zin had herself a much needed friend. She even changed his name. Since she was named after a flower, she named him after another plant. She chose the fast-growing kudzu, because of the way the dog had grown on her. She didnt even remember his real name anymore.
But that was a story she couldnt tell, because she knew in her heart how shameful it was. Well, what goes around comes around to bite you in the butt, and now it was time to make things right. But she didnt have to like it.
She did what the Ogre told her to do: She found a family. Not just any family, but one that was like the one Kudzu had come from. She found a wealthy family with two little kids, and Zin watched them long enough to know they were good people. She sat with them at dinner, ripping herself some corn on the cob when no one was looking. Then, when she was absolutely sure this was the right home, she went to get Kudzu and the Ogre.
Distant thunder rolled, low and ominous as they approached the house. Dark clouds filled the Eastern horizon. Zin felt much the same on the inside.
"Looks like they already have a dog," the Ogre said, as they stepped into the familys backyard. There was a doghouse in the yard, and two big bags of dried dog food leaned up against it.
"I put that there," Zin told him. She had ripped the doghouse and the food from a nearby pet store, and had crammed it all into the backyard earlier in the day. The family had seen it and was understandably confused. The children were convinced that this was all some sort of surprise--that somebody was about to give them a dog, and the parents tried to figure which friend or relative might do something like this.
"I hadda prepare them," Zin told the Ogre. "Because, if a dog just showed up in their yard, theyd probably just take him to the pound. But if he shows up along with all this other stuff, theyll know hes not just a stray. Theyll know that someone meant to put him here, even if they dont know who. "
"Good thinking," said the Ogre.
The family was inside now, maybe making calls to see who was playing pooch games with them. Zin held Kudzu for the longest time. He might have been a smart dog, but he had no idea what was coming.
"Maybe it wont work," Zin said. "A dogs not like a bunch of stupid flowers. Maybe something this big--this alive--cant get through. "
"Maybe not, but theres only one way to know for sure. "
She knew the Ogre would say that.
Zin spoke to Kudzu in hushed tones, saying all the things you say to someone when you know youre never going to see him again. Then finally the Ogre said, "Its time. "
Zin grabbed Kudzu by the scruff of his neck with her ripping hand. "Sorry, boy," and she began to push him forward.
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