The dig site was still and empty as the moon shone down on the earth. It had the surreal quality of a graveyard – which it had been, almost a thousand years back.
But not all that is buried is dead. Some things the earth cannot claim as its own. Some entities defy logic. Some beings, once born, never die – not as long as one person believes in them, not as long as that which refuses to cross the line separating life and death can still draw power from the living.
“Soon,” a voice echoed across the flatness that surrounded the huge mound of earth. “Very soon.”
The wind sighed.
“That one’s gonna be a looker,” Heather heard the young man say as she walked along the sidewalk.
“Yeah,” his companion agreed. “When she gets older she can come play with me anytime.”
Heather knew what they were talking about, and she flushed with anger. She walked on up the street. Creeps! she thought. She passed the hardware store, turned left, and crossed the street. As she entered the drug store, the coolness of air conditioning struck her.
God! it was only the end of May and the temperature was already in the nineties.
She browsed through the comic book section, but her mind was still on the comments of the young men.
Someone touched her shoulder and she almost dropped the book. She spun around. Marc.
“Wow!” the boy said. “You sure are jumpy. What’s the matter with you?”
“Nothing,” she replied, invisible icicles in her voice.
A store clerk was eyeballing both of them, not amused.
Heather placed the book back on the shelf and walked out the door. She expected Marc to follow her. He did.
“Hey, Heather! Come on. Wait up.”
She stopped and turned to face him.
“Hey, I’m sorry I scared you. I didn’t mean to, really. I – ”
“It’s not your fault, Marc,” she cut him off. She started to tell him why she was angry and jumpy, then closed her mouth. She really didn’t know why – for sure.
“O.K.,” he said, a puzzled look in his dark eyes. “I was thinking maybe I’d done something really awful.”
She shook her head. “Walk with me, Marc.”
They turned the corner and walked away from the river, toward the new subdivision where they both lived.
“Not a whole bunch to do in this town,” Marc finally broke the silence.
“Yeah. It sure is different from the city.”
“Did your folks let you go out by yourself?”
“Uh-huh. They said I was so responsible they really trusted me.”
“I get tired of being called ‘wise for my years,’ ” Marc said, a wistful note in his tone. “Don’t you?”
“Kind of. But what really irks me is being treated like a freak by the other kids. You know what I mean?”
“I sure do. But I guess there’s nothing we can do about it. I wonder what kids do in a town this size?”
“I think . . . nothing,” she replied.
They walked on. Marc turned around and looked back toward the levee. “Used to be a theater back there.”
Heather followed his gaze. “ ’Bout a zillion years ago.”
Marc jerked his thumb to their right. “Library.”
Heather jerked her thumb. “Post office.”
They looked at each other and began laughing. “Long way from South Bend,” Heather observed.
“Pretty good jump from Maryland too,” Marc added.
Heather held out her hand and Marc took it. They stood on the corner of the street, holding hands. When Marc finally released her hand, Heather wasn’t at all sure of her emotions.
“You have a bike, don’t you, Heather?”
“No. That thing with two wheels at my house is a Rolls-Royce.”
Marc grinned. “Right. I never see you riding it. What do you like to do, play with dolls?”
She looked at him to see if he was serious. He was. “Marc, I got away from that a couple of years ago. What do you like to do, play with teddy bears?”
Marc wet the tip of his index finger and made an invisible mark in the air. “That’s one for you. Let’s back up and start all over.”
“We’d better. It’s getting pretty stupid.”
They walked on.
“Reason I asked if you had a bike is school will be out Monday.”
“A real news flash. So?”
“You like to explore?”
She looked at him. “Depends on what kind of exploring you have in mind.”
“Well, I don’t play a whole lot of sports. I’m not much good at it.”
“Yeah. I saw right off you weren’t any threat to Jimmy Connors. So what?”
Marc grinned. He liked Heather, but didn’t quite know how to express his feelings, her being a girl and all that. “Well, my Dad didn’t start out to be a foreman. I mean, he was going to be an explorer.”
“Oh? A sailor, sort of, or an archaeologist?”
“An archaeologist.”
“That’s what I want to be.”
“All right. Anyway, Dad had to drop out of college after his folks died. I never knew my grandparents on Dad’s side.”
“I’m sorry.”
He shrugged. “Anyway, I’d kind of like to be an archaeologist. I like that stuff. Did you know there were all sorts of battles fought around here during the Civil War? Yeah. And just outside of town, they’ve found an old Indian village. ‘Bout a thousand years old.”
“I didn’t know that,” Heather said, her interest quickening. “Is it very far out of town?”
“Not too far. I’ll check it out. Hey! Why don’t we go over to the library now and ask there? They’d know.”
“O.K. And? ...
“Well, I was thinking that maybe . . . you know . . . you and I ... you know.”
She looked at him for a moment and then smiled. “Yeah, Marc. I know.”
2
“What’s the matter with the Bradford boy?” Doctor Jerry Baldwin’s nurse asked. “Must be serious for you to work on Saturday.”
Jerry shook his head. “Honestly, Janet, I don’t know. Matt is in perfect health – physically, that is. Mentally, I don’t know. He shows all the classic signs of depression, but . . . I don’t think that’s it. What in the hell does he have to be depressed about? He was the captain of his football team. He’s a handsome young man. His sex life is ... well, better than that of most married men. He’s a straight A student. Going to a fine school this fall. He has a good job lined up for this summer. He has his own car. In short – ”
“He has everything.” Janet finished his thought. “Maybe that’s the way to go?”
“Maybe. I’m going to speak with Maryruth about it.”
“The parents don’t want Matt to see her?”
“You’ve got it. I’m still amazed at the number of so-called adults who refuse to discuss mental illness, who think there’s something shameful about it.” He shook his head.
Janet moved closer to the doctor. “Speaking of a sex life,” she said, placing a hand on his crotch and gently squeezing. She felt his penis come alive under her touch.
Doctor Baldwin reacted as if someone had stuffed a live rattlesnake down his trousers. He jerked away with such force he stumbled against his desk.
“Jesus Christ, Janet! Not now.”
“Why not?” she questioned, a smile on her lips. “It’s Saturday. The office is clear of patients, Sally is gone for the day, I’ve just locked the front door, and fucking is fun. So why not now?”
“Because Lisa might pound on that front door at any moment,” Jerry replied. “We were supposed to go somewhere this afternoon, and she’s going to be angry at me. Can you think of a better reason not to fool around?”
“Shit!” the R.N. said. She smiled and backed off. “And I was looking forward to a good screwing. It’s been a while, Jerry.”
“You’re telling me? It’s been so long I think I may as well have my cock amputated.�
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Janet laughed at him. She knew what a horrible marriage the doctor was locked into, what a bitch his wife was. The whole town knew.
“Janet, why don’t you remarry?”
“No way, Doctor. No way. One bad marriage is quite enough.”
The doctor and the R.N. looked at each other for a long moment. Someone pounding on the front door broke the silence.
Janet recognized the arrogant knocking. “Speaking of that bitch you’re married to . . . .”
“Yeah,” Jerry answered wearily. He started toward the reception area.
“I’ll get it.” Janet stopped him.
The hard and angry face of Lisa Baldwin greeted the nurse. “Why was this door locked?” the woman demanded.
Why did I ever marry that shrew? Jerry silently wondered as his wife’s voice ripped through the office like a ship’s foghorn. Her voice made Jerry grit his teeth.
“It’s standard procedure, Mrs. Baldwin,” Janet said. “If we have to work on Saturday, we always lock the office door just as soon as the last patient leaves. We – ”
“Oh, never mind!” Lisa snapped. She brushed past the nurse and sailed through the reception area, past the examining room, and into her husband’s office. She stopped in the doorway to look back at the empty reception desk, then lifted her eyes to glare at Janet. “Miss Carson gone already? How convenient for you and my husband.”
Janet almost told the woman that she was a bitch, and that was why her husband looked elsewhere for sex, but the doctor’s wife turned her back to the nurse and walked into her husband’s office, slamming the door.
Janet leaned over the receptionist’s desk and clicked on the intercom. “Will that be all for today, Doctor?”
“Yes. Thank you, Janet. I’ll see you Monday morning. Have a nice weekend.”
Janet smiled and pressed the talk button. “Thank you, Doctor. I will certainly do my best to make it as lengthy and fulfilling as possible.”
The doctor and his wife sat, silent, listening to the front door open and then close, the lock click into place. The faint sounds of Janet’s car starting reached them.
Lisa stared at her husband. There was no pretense in either of them. Man and wife intensely disliked each other. “I thought I told you I wanted that woman fired?” Lisa said.
Jerry picked up the folder on the Bradford boy, opened it, closed it, and looked at his wife. “You do not tell me how to staff this office, Lisa. Janet is not only the best qualified R.N. in this town, she is probably the best R.N. in this county. She is surgically trained and takes one hell of a load off my back. I’m damn lucky to have her.” And, he thought, speaking of getting rid of someone, if I could think of a way to get rid of you without it costing me both legs and my balls, I’d do it in a minute.
Lisa flushed and inspected her carefully manicured fingernails. She cleared her throat. “I see.” She spoke softly. “Well. Now I at least know my place. Are you ready to go?”
“Go where?”
Lisa’s flush deepened. She drummed her fingertips on the arm of the chair. “I might have known. Goddamn you, Jerry! To the Cape. Remember?”
He shook his head. “That’s what it was. I was trying to remember a few minutes ago. Sorry. I did forget. But I can’t go.”
“What the hell do you mean, you can’t go?” she shrieked at him. “Damn it, Jerry, we’ve had this invitation for over a month. I planned on this. You promised.”
“No, Lisa. I did not promise. I’m sorry, but I can’t go!” he yelled at her.
She jumped to her feet. “Damn you! Don’t raise your voice to me!” she yelled at him. “You bastard!”
Jerry’s temples began throbbing. His face felt hot. He knew his blood pressure was soaring toward the danger line. Carefully, methodically, he calmed himself. “Lisa,” he said slowly, meticulously reviewing in his mind each word he was going to say, “I told you ten years ago how it was going to be with a small-town doctor. I—”
“Then why don’t you take the appointment in St. Louis?” she shouted. “You could live like a normal human being for a change.”
“ – have professional duties and responsibilities to the people of this community. I told you-”
“Fuck your duties and responsibilities!”
“ – that I was a G.P., born and reared in the home of a small-town G.P. And like my father, and his father before him, I – ”
“Fuck your family, too!” she screamed at him.
“ – will see to the needs of my patients. I told you – ”
“To hell with your patients!” she squalled. “I’ve had it, Jerry. I’ve had it up to my neck with you, your whore nurse, and this town.”
“ – last month I had reservations about this dinner party. I also told you I had no intention of going. Now I’ve got these kids on my mind and I am not going to turn my back on this matter and go off to Cape Girardeau to attend some cocktail party given by your snooty friends. Is that clear?”
“What kids, Jerry? What in the hell are you babbling about?”
Jerry started to explain but she waved him silent. She pointed a long slender finger at him and said, ‘I’ll take you for every goddamned nickel you’ve got, Doctor Baldwin. I’ll strip you bare and then, by God, we’ll see just how faithful your precious little nurse is.”
“Lisa,” Jerry said calmly. “I truly believe that if you were to leave me, that would be the happiest moment of my life.”
She paled, put a hand to her throat. She hissed at him and said, “You son of a bitch!”
“Is that all, Lisa?”
She reached across the desk and slapped him. The copper taste of blood gathered in his mouth.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked at the smear. “Get out of here, Lisa. Get out before I lose what little patience and temper you have left me and kick your ass all the way to the Mississippi River.”
“Oh!” she said with a smile. “Now you’re threatening me with physical harm. Well, I’ll be sure to tell my attorney about this.”
“I don’t give a damn what you tell your attorney, Lisa. Just get out and leave me alone. I’ve got work to do.”
“Jerry . . . screw you!” She whirled around and stalked out of the office, cursing as she fought with the locked door. When she finally got it open and stepped outside, she slammed it so hard the glass popped out and shattered on the sidewalk. Lisa was so filled with self-righteous rage, she failed to see the boy and girl standing open-mouthed in front of the office. She roared off in her Cadillac without looking back, leaving a trail of dark rubber burned onto the street.
“Things are picking up,” Marc observed.
“Really!” Heather agreed.
Jerry walked into the reception area and looked at the broken glass on the sidewalk. “Great,” he muttered. “Now where in the devil am I going to find someone to fix that on a Saturday afternoon?” He lifted his eyes and looked at the two kids standing on the sidewalk. Good-looking kids, but he didn’t recognize them. Something about them held his attention. Suddenly, the word aura popped into his mind. Something was definitely very special about these two. But he didn’t know what.
“Are you having a war?” Marc asked, a very serious expression on his face.
Jerry grinned, and then laughed. The laughter felt good rolling from his throat. “Well, yes. I suppose that would be one way of putting it.”
“You got a broom?” Heather asked. “I’ll sweep up the glass before somebody gets cut. Or maybe,” she smiled, “you’re trying to drum up business?” The doctor was handsome, she thought, well built, with dark hair graying slightly at the temples. His nose was slightly crooked, as if it had been broken once and badly set.
Jerry chuckled again. “Now, that’s an idea,” he said. “Come on in, kids. Be careful around the broken glass.”
While Heather swept up the broken glass, Marc and Doctor Baldwin found a piece of plywood in back of the office and Jerry nailed it over the open space in the door. H
e had made up his mind he was not going to fool with the glass people until Monday.
“You two visiting Good Hope?” Jerry asked. He didn’t believe the boy and girl were related. He could see no resemblance between the two.
“No, sir,” Marc said. “Our families just moved here about a month ago. I’m Marc Anderson and this is Heather Thomas.”
“Jerry Baldwin. I thought you were new in town. Thank you for helping me clean up the mess. Softy drink machine right over there. How about something to drink?”
Not Mister Baldwin or Doctor Baldwin, just Jerry, both kids thought. An adult that treated kids like they had some sense. A real rarity.
Jerry didn’t know it yet, but the young people facing him had plenty of sense.
Soft drinks in hand, Heather and Marc made small talk with the doctor. Heather concluded the doctor was worried about something, but she, as well as Marc, knew the adult doctor was not about to discuss his problems with a couple of kids ... yet. Although none of the three knew that.
A soft dinging sound filled the air. Marc and Heather looked at one another.
“Private line,” Jerry explained. He walked to the reception desk and punched a button, listening for a moment. “All right,” he finally said. “Bring him in to see me, Mrs. Bishop. That’s right. I’ll be here.”
The kids knew that was their cue to exit. They drained their Cokes, placed the empties in the rack, and said their good-byes.
Walking down the broken sidewalk toward home, Marc said, “Nice guy.”
“Yeah,” Heather agreed. “I wonder if that was his wife that exploded out of there?”
“Probably. Hey! Let’s get our bikes and ride some after lunch.”
She glanced at him. Made up her mind. “O.K. Meet me at my house.”
Doctor Baldwin sat behind his desk and looked at the list of names he had written in longhand. Five teenagers. Five kids with identical symptoms. And if Mrs. Bishop was right, then her son, Van, would make number six.
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