FRIC IN A FRACAS1: TWO TRAINS CLACKETY-clacking and whistling at key crossroads, Nazis2 in the villages, American troops fighting their way down from the hills, dead soldiers everywhere, and villainous SS officers in black uniforms herding3 Jews into the boxcars of a third train stopped at a station, more SS bastards4 shooting Catholics and burying their bodies in a mass grave here by a pine woods.
Few people knew that the Nazis had killed not only Jews but also millions of Christians7. Most of the higher-echelon Nazis had adhered to a strange and informal pagan creed8, worshiping land and race and myths of ancient Saxony, worshiping blood and power.
Few people knew, but Fric knew. He liked knowing things that other people didn’t. Odd bits of history. Secrets. The mysteries of alchemy. Scientific curiosities.
Like how to power an electric clock with a potato. You needed a copper9 peg10, a zinc11 nail, and some wire. A potato-powered clock looked stupid, but it worked.
Like the truncated12 pyramid on the back of the one-dollar bill. It represents the unfinished Temple of Solomon. The eye floating above the pyramid is symbolic13 of the Grand Architect of the Universe.
[95] Like who built the first elevator. Using alternatively human, animal, and water power, Roman architect Vitruvius constructed the first elevators circa 50 B.C.
Fric knew.
A lot of the weird14, stuff he knew didn’t have much application in daily life, didn’t alter the fact that he was short for his age, and thin for his age, or that he had a geeky neck and the huge unreal green eyes that magazine writers slobbered about when describing his mother but that made him look like a cross between a hoot5 owl15 and an alien. He liked knowing these weird things anyway, even if they did not lift him out of the mire16 of Fricdom.
Having exotic knowledge rare in other people made Fric feel like a wizard. Or at least like a wizard’s apprentice17.
Aside from Mr. Jurgens, who came to the estate two days every month to clean and maintain the large collection of contemporary and antique electric trains, only Fric knew everything about the train room and its operation.
The trains belonged to that world-renowned movie star, Channing Manheim, who also happened to be his father. In the private world of Fric, the movie star had long been known as Ghost Dad because he was usually only here in spirit.
Ghost Dad knew very little about the train room. He had spent enough money on the collection to purchase the entire nation of Tuvalu, but he rarely played here.
Most people had never heard of the nation of Tuvalu. On nine islands in the South Pacific Ocean, with a population of just ten thousand, its major exports were copra and coconuts18.
Most people had no idea what copra might be. Neither did Fric. He’d been meaning to look it up ever since he’d learned about Tuvalu.
The train room was in the higher of two basements, adjacent to the upper garage. It measured sixty-eight feet by forty-four feet, which amounted to more square footage than in the average home.
[96] The lack of windows ensured that the real world could not intrude19. The railroad fantasy ruled.
Along the two short walls, floor-to-ceiling shelves housed the train collection, except for whatever models were currently in use.
On the two long walls hung fabulous20 paintings of trains. Here, a locomotive exploded through thick luminous21 masses of fog, headlamp blazing. There, a train traveled a moonlit prairie. Trains of every vintage raced through forests, crossed rivers, climbed mountains in rain and sleet22 and snow and fog and dark of night, clouds billowing from their smokestacks, sparks flying from their wheels.
At the center of this great space, on a massive table with many legs, stood a sculptured landscape of green hills, fields, forests, valleys, ravines, rivers, lakes. Seven miniature villages comprised of hundreds of intricately detailed23 structures were served by country lanes, eighteen bridges, nine tunnels. Convex curves, concave curves, horseshoe curves, straightaways, descending24 grades, and ascending25 grades featured more train track than there were coconuts in Tuvalu.
This amazing construction measured fifty feet by thirty-two, and you could either walk around it or, by lifting a gate, enter into it and take a tour on an inner racetrack walkway, as though you were a giant vacationing in the land of Lilliput.
Fric was in the thick of it.
He had distributed armies of toy soldiers across this landscape and had been playing trains and war at the same time. Considering the resources at his command for the game, it should have been more fun than it was.
Telephones were located at both the exterior26 and the interior control stations. When they rang with his personal tone, the sound startled him. He seldom received calls.
Twenty-four phone lines served the estate. Two of these were dedicated27 to the security system, another to the off-site monitoring of the hotel-type heating and air-conditioning system. Two were fax lines, and two were dedicated Internet lines.
[97] Sixteen of the remaining seventeen lines were rationed28 to family and staff. Line 24 had a higher purpose.
Fric’s father enjoyed the use of four lines because everyone in the world—once even the President of the United States—wanted to talk to him. Calls for Charming—or Chan or Channi, or even (in the case of one infatuated actress) Chi-Chi—often came in even when he wasn’t in residence.
Mrs. McBee had four lines, although this didn’t mean, as the Ghost Dad sometimes joked, that Mrs. McBee should start to think that she was as important as her boss.
Ha, ha, ha.
One of those four lines served Mr. and Mrs. McBee’s apartment. The other three were her business phones.
On an ordinary day, management of the house didn’t require those three lines. When Mrs. McBee had to plan and execute a party for four or five hundred Hollywood nitwits, however, three telephones were not always sufficient to deal with the event designer, the food caterer29, the florist30, the talent hookers, and the uncountable other mysterious agencies and forces that she had to marshal in order to produce an unforgettable evening.
Fric wondered if all that effort and expense was worthwhile. At the end of the night, half the guests departed so drunk or so drug-fried that in the morning they wouldn’t remember where they had been.
If you sat them in lawn chairs, gave them bags of burgers, and provided tanker31 trucks of wine, they would get wasted as usual. Then they’d go home and puke their guts32 out as usual, collapse33 into unconsciousness as usual, and wake up the next day none the wiser.
Because he was chief of security, Mr. Truman had two lines in his apartment, one personal and one business.
Only two of the six maids lived on the estate, and they shared a phone line with the chauffeur34.
The groundskeeper had a line of his own, but the totally scary [98] chef, Mr. Hachette, and the happy cook, Mr. Baptiste, shared one of Mrs. McBee’s lines.
Ms. Hepplewhite, personal assistant to Ghost Dad, had two lines for her use.
Freddie Nielander, the famous supermodel known in Fricsylvania as Nominal35 Mom, had a dedicated phone line here, although she had divorced Ghost Dad nearly ten years ago and had stayed overnight less than ten times since then.
Ghost Dad once told Freddie that he called her line every now and then, hoping she would answer and would tell him that she had come back to him at last and was home forever.
Ha, ha, ha. Ha, ha, ha.
Fric had enjoyed his own line since he was six. He never called anyone, except once when he’d used his father’s contacts to get the unlisted home number for Mr. Mike Myers, the actor, who had dubbed36 the voice of the title character in Shrek, to tell him that Shrek absolutely, no doubt about it, rocked.
Mr. Myers had been very nice, had done the Shrek voice for him, and lots of other voices, and had made him laugh until his stomach hurt. This injury to his abdominal37 muscles resulted partly from the fact that Mr. Myers was wickedly funny and partly because Fric had not recently exercised his laugh-muscle group as much as he would have liked.
Fric’s father, a believer in a shitload of paranormal phenomena38, had set aside the last telephone line to receive calls from the dead. That was a story in itself.
Now, for the first time in eight days, since the Ghost Dad’s most recent call, Fric heard his signature tone coming from the train-room phones.
Everyone on the estate had been assigned a different sound for the line or lines that were dedicated to him or her. Each of Ghost Dad’s lines produced a simple brrrrrrrr. Mrs. McBee’s signature tone was a [99] series of musical chimes. Mr. Truman’s lines played the first nine notes from the theme song of an ancient TV cop show, Dragnet, which was stupid, and Mr. Truman thought so, too, but he endured it.
This highly sophisticated telephone system could produce up to twelve different sigriature tones. Eight were standard. Four—like Dragnet—could be custom-designed for the client.
Fric had been assigned the dumbest of the standard tones, which the phone manufacturer described as “a cheerful child-pleasing sound suitable for the nursery or the bedrooms of younger children.” Why infants in nurseries or toddlers in cribs ought to have their own telephones remained a mystery to Fric.
Were they going to call Babies R Us and order lobster-flavored teething rings? Maybe they would phone their mommies and say, Yuch. I crapped in my diaper, and it don’t feel good.
Stupid.
Ooodelee-ooodelee-oo, said the train-room phones.
Fric hated the sound. He had hated it when he’d been six, and he hated it even worse now.
Ooodelee-ooodelee-oo.
This was the annoying sound that might be made by some furry39, roly-poly, pink, half-bear, half-dog, half-wit character in a video made for preschoolers who thought stupid shows like Teletubbies were the pinnacle40 of humor and sophistication.
Humiliated41 even though he was alone, Fric pushed two transformer switches to kill power to the trains, and he answered the phone on the fourth ring. “Bob’s Burger Barn and Cockroach42 Farm,” he said. “Our special today is salmonella on toast with coleslaw for a buck43.”
“Hello, Aelfric,” a man said.
Fric had expected to hear his father’s voice. If instead he had heard the voice of Nominal Mom, he would have suffered cardiac arrest and dropped dead into the train controls.
The entire estate staff, with the possible exception of Chef Hachette, [100] would have mourned for him. They would have been deeply, terribly sad. Deeply, deeply, terribly, terribly. For about forty minutes. Then they would have been busy, busy, busy preparing for the post-funeral gala to which would be invited perhaps a thousand famous and near-famous drunks, druggies, and butt-kissers eager to plant their Lips on Ghost Dad’s golden ass6.
“Who’s this? “Fric asked.
“Are you enjoying the trains, Fric?”
Fric had never heard this voice before. No one on the staff. Definitely a stranger.
Most of the people in the house didn’t know that Fric was in the train room, and no one outside the estate could possibly know.
“How do you know about the trains?”
The man said, “Oh, I know lots of things other people don’t. Just like you, Fric. Just like you.”
The talented hairs on the back of Fric’s neck did impressions of scurrying44 spiders.
“Who are you?”
“You don’t know me,” the man said. “When does your father return from Florida?”
“If you know so much, why don’t you tell me?”
“December twenty-fourth. In the early afternoon. Christmas Eve,” the stranger said.
Fric wasn’t impressed. Millions of people knew his old man’s whereabouts and his Christmas plans. Just a week ago, Ghost Dad had done a spot on Entertainment Tonight, talking about the film that he was shooting and about how much he looked forward to going home for the holidays.
“Fric, I’d like to be your friend.”
“What’re you, a pervert45?”
Fric had heard about perverts46. Heck, he’d probably met hundreds of them. He didn’t know all the things they might do to a kid, and he wasn’t exactly sure what thing they liked most to do, but he knew [101] they were out there with their collections of kids’ eyeballs, wearing necklaces made out of their victims’ bones.
“I have no desire to hurt you,” said the stranger, which was no doubt what any pervert would have said. “Quite the opposite. I want to help you, Fric.”
“Help me do what?”
“Survive.”
“What’s your name?”
“I don’t have a name.”
“Everyone has to have a name, even if it’s just one, like Cher or Godzilla.”
“Not me. I’m only one among multitudes, nameless now. There’s trouble coming, young Fric, and you need to be ready for it.”
“What trouble?”
“Do you know of a place in your house where you could hide and never be found?” the stranger asked.
“That’s a weird-ass question.”
“You’re going to need a place to hide where no one can find you, Fric. A deep and special secret place.”
“Hide from who?”
“I can’t tell you that. Let’s just call him the Beast in Yellow. But you’re going to need a secret place real soon.”
Fric knew that he should hang up, that it might be dangerous to play along with this nutball. Most likely he was a pathetic pervert loser who got lucky with a phone number and would sooner or later start with the dirty talk. But the guy might also be a sorcerer who could cast a spell long distance, or he might be an evil psychologist who could hypnotize a boy over the telephone and make him rob liquor stores and then make him turn over all the money while clucking like a chicken.
Aware of those risks and many more, Fric nevertheless stayed on the line. This was by far the most interesting phone conversation he’d ever had.
[102] Just in case this guy with no name happened to be the one from whom he might need to hide, Fric said, “Anyway, I’ve got bodyguards47, and they carry submachine guns.”
“That’s not true, Aelfric. Lying won’t get you anything but misery48. There’s heavy security on the estate, but it won’t be good enough when the time comes, when the Beast in Yellow shows up.”
“It is true,” Fric deceitfully insisted. “My bodyguards are former Delta49 Force commandos, and one of them was even Mr. Universe before that. They can for sure kick major ass.”
The stranger didn’t respond.
After a couple seconds, Fric said, “Hello? You there?”
The man spoke50 in a whisper now. “Seems like I have a visitor, Fric. I’ll call you again later.” His whisper subsided51 to a murmur52 that Fric had to strain to hear. “Meanwhile, you start looking for that deep and special hiding place. There’s not much time.”
“Wait,” Fric said, but the line went dead.
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