'She gave us peanut butter and jelly and coffee,'Thurston corrected. 'There was no choice, not even tuna fish. I told her peanut butter sticks to my upper plate, but she said they were on rationing. Isn't that about the craziest thing you've ever heard?'
Barbie did think it was crazy, but since it had also been his idea, he said nothing.
'When I saw the cops come in, I was ready for more trouble,' Carolyn said, 'but Aide and Alice seemed to have mellowed them out.'
Thurston snorted. 'Not so mellow they apologized. Or did I miss that part?'
Carolyn sighed, then turned back to Barbie. 'They said maybe the pastor at the Congregational church could find the four of us an empty house to live in until this is over. I guess we're going to be foster parents, at least for awhile.'
She stroked the boy's hair. Thurston Marshall looked less than pleased at the prospect of becoming a foster parent, but he put an arm around the girl's shoulders, and Barbie liked him for that.
'One cop was Joooo-nyer,' Alice said.'He's nice. Also a fox. Frankie isn't as good looking, but he was nice, too. He gave us a Milky Way bar. Mom says we're not supposed to take candy from strangers, but - ' She shrugged to indicate things had changed, a fact she and Carolyn seemed to understand much more clearly than Thurston.
'They weren't nice before,' Thurston said. 'They weren't nice when they were punching me in the stomach, Caro.'
'You have to take the bitter with the sweet,' Alice said philosophically. 'That's what my mother says.'
Carolyn laughed. Barbie joined in, and after a moment so did Marshall, although he held his stomach while he did it and looked at his young girlfriend with a certain reproach.
'I went up the street and knocked on the church door,' Carolyn said. 'There was no answer, so I went in - the door was unlocked, but there was nobody there. Do you have any idea when the pastor will be back?'
Barbie shook his head. 'I'd take your checkerboard and go on up to the parsonage, if I were you. It's around back. You're looking for a woman named Piper Libby'
'Cherchez la femme' Thurston said.
Barbie shrugged, then nodded. 'She's good people, and God knows there are empty houses in The Mill. You could almost have your pick. And you'll probably find supplies in the pantry wherever you go.'
This made him think of the fallout shelter again.
Alice, meanwhile, had grabbed the checkers, which she stuffed in her pockets, and the board, which she carried. 'Mr Marshall's beat me every game so far,' she told Barbie. 'He says it's pay-troonizing to let kids win just because they're kids. But I'm getting better, aren't I, Mr Marshall?'
She smiled up at him. Thurston Marshall smiled back. Barbie thought this unlikely quartet might be okay.
'Youth must be served, Alice my dear,' he said. 'But not immediately.'
'I want Mommy,' Aidan said morosely.
'If there was only a way to get in touch with her,' Carolyn said. 'Alice, you're sure you don't remember her e-mail address?' And to Barbie she said, 'Mom left her cell phone at the cabin, so that's no good.'
'She's a hotmail,' Alice said. 'That's all I know. Sometimes she says she used to be a hot female, but Daddy took care of that.'
Carolyn was looking at her elderly boyfriend.'Blow this pop-shop?'
'Yes. We may as well repair to the parsonage, and hope the lady comes back soon from whatever errand of mercy she happens to be on.'
'Parsonage might be unlocked, too,' Barbie said. 'If it isn't, try under the doormat.'
'I wouldn't presume,' he said.
'I would,' Carolyn said, and gigg;led. The sound made the little boy smile.
'Pre-zoom!' Alice Appleton cried, and went flying up the center aisle with her arms outstretched and the checkerboard flapping from one hand. 'Pre-zoom, pre-zoom, come on, you guys, let's pre-zoom!'
Thurston sighed and started after her. 'If you break the checkerboard, Alice, you'll never beat me.'
'Yes I will, 'cos youth must be servedV she called back over her shoulder. 'Besides, we could tape it together! Come onV
Aidan wriggled impatiently in Carolyns anns. She set him down to chase after his sister. Carolyn held out her hand. 'Thank you, Mr - '
'More than welcome,' Barbie said, shaking with her. Then he turned to Thurston. The man had the fishbelly grip Barbie associated with guys whose intelligence-to-exercise ratio was out of whack.
They started out after the kids. At the double doors, Thurston Marshall looked back. A shaft of hazy sun from one of the high windows struck across his face, making him look older than he was. Making him look eighty. 'I edited the current issue of Ploughshares' he said. His voice quivered with indignation and sorrow. 'That is a very good literary magazine, one of the best in the country. They had no right to punch me in the stomach, or laugh at me.'
'No,' Barbie said. 'Of course not. Take good care of those kids.'
'We will,' Carolyn said. She took the man's arm and squeezed it. 'Come on, Thurse.'
Barbie waited until he heard the outer door close, then went in search of the stairs leading to the Town Hall conference room and kitchen. Julia had said the fallout shelter was half a flight down from there.
7
Piper's first thought was that someone had left a bag of garbage beside the road. Then she got a little closer and saw it was a body.
She pulled over and scrambled out the car so fast she went to one knee, scraping it. When she got up she saw it wasn't one body but two: a woman and a toddler. The child, at least, was alive, waving its arms feebly.
She ran to them and turned the woman onto her back. She was young, and vaguely familiar, but not a member of Piper's congregation. Her cheek and brow were badly bruised. Piper freed the child from the carrier, and when she held him against her and stroked his sweaty hair, he began to cry hoarsely.
The woman's eyes fluttered open at the sound, and Piper saw that her pants were soaked with blood.