Gossamer

by Lois Lowry

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  "Come with me," he whispered. "The woman is worn out from getting up at night. Im going to bestow a wonderful, restorative dream on her. Ive collected it from the parlor; I found it there in the old crocheted afghan she keeps over the back of the sofa. Her mother wrapped her in that afghan one Christmas morning when she was a very little girl. There was snow outside, and a new doll under the tree, and it was one of the happiest mornings of her life. I was quite delighted to find it there unused, ready to be collected.

  "While Im doing that, Littlest One, you may touch the dog. "

  "Oh, thank you, thank you," she whispered.

  "No need for thanks," he replied. "No time. We must work quickly. We must try to help the boy. "

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  "You say you allowed her to touch a dog?"

  "I did, Most Ancient. The dog was sleeping deeply. And her touch is exquisite: very, very delicate. She calls it gossamer. " Thin Elderly smiled.

  Most Ancient, though he tried to look stern, smiled as well. "Shes a dear little thing, isnt she? I cannot understand why Fastidious found her so difficult. "

  "Well," Thin Elderly replied, "shes Fastidious. "

  Most Ancient chuckled. "Still," he said, "we must keep in mind that the rules do prohibit touching living creatures. Its for our own safety, really. "

  "I understand. This did seem a special case, though. "

  They were seated together some distance from the Heap. Most Ancient no longer went out on the night work. He stayed here, pondering difficulties, adjudicating disputes, thinking deeply about the dream-givers and their responsibilities and problems. Thin Elderly had come to him at the end of the night, and while the others, including Littlest One, were arranging themselves for sleep, he had confided to Most Ancient the problem of the small boy, John, and confessed what he had done.

  "The boy was weakening, you say. " Most Ancient furrowed his brow, thinking about it.

  "Yes. It was quite clear. He had suffered recurrent inflictions night after night. And Littlest had so few fragments to give him for strength. It was she who realized that he was beginning to love the dog. "

  "Ive always been partial to dogs myself. Dont know why we dont have any. Youd think a dream-giving dog would be a great asset, wouldnt you? Could bestow on other dogs. I always found those ears difficult when I was bestowing. I remember once. . . "

  Thin Elderly sighed. Most Ancients mind wandered a bit these days. He tended to digress, to tell stories from the past, and sometimes the same stories again and again. Thin Elderly had heard this one several times. But he waited patiently until Most Ancient concluded.

  Then he said, "I believe, sir, if you dont mind our going back to the problem of Littlest One, that she actually did the boy a great good. After she did the touching of the dog—and the dog didnt stir at all; he slept right through it—she immediately went across the hall, gathered herself and the new fragments, and fluttered up and bestowed them on the boy. "

  "Was there a reaction?"

  "Immediately, sir. He had been restless, tossing, whimpering, and occasionally we heard him cry out in his sleep. The woman had hurried in to comfort him. Shes had to do that night after night, and its taking a toll on her, too. Shes quite tired. "

  "So, let me see if Im following this correctly. The boy had a nightmare—" Most Ancient sighed. "How I hate that word! But he had a nightmare, and cried out, and the woman comforted him. Where were you and Littlest then?"

  "Huddled. Lately weve had to huddle a great deal. We have a special place in the hall, deep in the shadows by the attic stairs. Sometimes we dissolve. "

  "So the boy went back to his restless sleep. Do I have that right?"

  "Yes. Tossing and turning. "

  "And the woman went back to her bed and to sleep. The dog?"

  "Never woke. He sleeps right through every night. "

  "You waited, the two of you?"

  "Yes. To give the woman time to get back to sleep. I was eager, actually, because I had a particularly wonderful dream to give her. I discovered some fragments in an afghan—"

  "Youre digressing," Most Ancient said, in a kindly way.

  "Sorry. Youre right. " Thin Elderly chuckled, wondering if he was becoming as bad as Most Ancient. Old age did that to you.

  "When did she touch the dog? Did you know she was going to? Did she have your permission?"

  "Yes, she had asked permission and I had thought it over carefully and told her that she could. I knew it was against the rules. But this seemed a special situation. So we waited until the woman was asleep again, and the dog, of course, had never stirred at all. Then I went to bestow on the woman, and Littlest fluttered over and touched the dog. I finished my bestowal quickly. You probably remember, Most Ancient, how smoothly those good bestowals go, how quickly?"

  Most Ancient nodded. "Yes. Very pleasurable. "

  "So I was able to watch while she touched the dog. It was truly exquisite, Most Ancient. She was smiling. You know how tiny she is. And still close to transparent, though shes starting to fill out. She fluttered here and there above the dog, reaching down; she seemed to concentrate on the neck area—"

  "Why there, I wonder?"

  "She explained later. Its where the boy most often strokes and scratches the dog. So there were many fragments there of affection and companionship. Those were the fragments she wanted. "

  "She has a keen sense for it, doesnt she?"

  Thin Elderly nodded. "She does indeed. And to think: touching a living creature! Id never seen it done before! She went about it as if it came naturally to her, and her touch was so—"

  "Gossamer. "

  Thin Elderly smiled. "Exactly. "

  "I believe well not make a fuss about the rule. It seems clear that she broke it for good reason, and of course with permission from you.

  "The bestowal went well? Calmed the boy?"

  "Oh, yes, immediately. She gave him a dream of the dog and he actually smiled in his sleep. "

  "Well, then," Most Ancient said, "well sleep now, too, Thin Elderly, you and I. Its been a long nights work, and were both getting old. " He added his usual little joke. "Sweet dreams. "

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  The young woman glanced at the clock on the wall of the school office. Ten more minutes till she could take a break. Then shed have to walk all the way out to her car and sit there to have a cigarette.

  Last job she had, they could smoke out behind the kitchen. The waitresses all gathered there on breaks. Schools were different, though. She knew that. Of course they wouldnt want young kids seeing people indulging in bad habits. She hated that shed smoked so much in front of John. Not as bad as what Duane did, though, she thought. Getting drunk all the time. Right in front of his own kid.

  She sighed and looked back at the computer screen. It was pretty easy, the work. Good thing shed taken that course. Duane hadnt wanted her to. He said she got good money in tips at the restaurant; what was she trying to do, turn into some kind of businesswoman or something? She was too dumb for that. Airhead, he called her.

  But she had hung in there, had taken the course mornings, had traded her breakfast shifts with one of the other waitresses. Hadnt missed a class. And once she got the hang of it, the computer stuff was easy. It was all organized and made sense. There was a satisfying feeling to it, the way everything had a place and she could find it by clicking a few keys. It was mysterious to her, though, how it worked, how all of that information—there were three hundred kids in the school, and all of their files stored here—could be pulled forward by the touch of her fingers.

  If only life were that easy!

  "Hows it going? Youve been here, what? A week? Any problems?" A cheerful voice interrupted her daydreaming.

  "Its going good. Im getting the hang of it. " The assistant principal, with his bright patterned necktie, was beside her desk, looking down at her with a smile. Shed forgotten his name. Walking through the office, he had stopped to see how she was doing. Ni
ce of him. They were all nice here. She wouldnt tell him about the problem finding a place to smoke. For sure! He wouldnt have much sympathy for that.

  "When school starts next week, itll be a little crazy for a while," he told her with a chuckle. "A little noisy. "

  "Yes, sir. I wont mind. "

  "I wanted to thank you," he said.

  "Thank me?" She looked at him nervously. Would he thank her for coming in this week, but now, after school starts Monday, they wouldnt need her anymore? Her heart sank. She needed this job. The hours were just right. John could be here, and she would see him during the day and know he was okay.

  But no, he wasnt giving her notice. "The woman who called about enrolling her little girl?" he was saying. "I cant think of her name. "

  "It was Mrs. Merryman. And her little girl is Caroline. "

  "Thats it. She told me you did such a good job with the school records from wherever it was—"

  "Michigan," she reminded him.

  "Yes. Thank you for that. That poor woman was so upset when she thought the records had been lost. "

  She laughed. It had been easy, solving that problem. And had felt good, soothing the distraught woman.

  "Well. " He turned to leave. Someone from the front counter handed him a paper to sign. "Glad to have you with us. "

  "Thank you," she said shyly, and looked back at her computer. Soon, she thought, her sons name would be in there. The building would be noisy with children, and he could be one of them. "Hey, John!" shed hear, in the hall, a kid calling to her boy, and the two would laugh at some joke, and there would be kids artwork hanging on the walls, and one picture would have his signature: JOHN. Shed be so proud, then.

  She just needed to get him back. That was the important, the urgent, thing. And she was making a start now. The apartment was cleaned up, sort of. She had a job. The assistant principal liked her, she could tell. And other people did. The principals secretary had brought her a cup of coffee. The custodian said, "Good morning, Sunshine," to her every morning. One of the library assistants had asked where she got her shoes.

  She could make friends, maybe. Duane had never let her have friends. The last time shed had friends, she realized, was high school. After that it was just Duane, who wouldnt let her do anything but work, who wouldnt even let her drive.

  And then, of course, there had been John. Her little boy, with his chipped tooth and curly hair.

  Now they were both gone. Duane? Good riddance.

  But shed get John back. Soon.

  She looked up at the clock again and decided to forget going to her car for a cigarette. Instead, shed use her break to call the social worker.

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  "I think it helped. At least a little," Littlest whispered to Thin Elderly. "Look how hes smiling. "

  Together they watched the little boys face. It did seem calmer, more rested than it had been. He lay on his side, snuggled against the pillow, with one arm curled around a shabby stuffed creature.

  "Good work, Littlest One. And to think, you accomplished that with fragments from the dog!" Thin Elderly looked at her with admiration.