NIGHT ON THE MOON, CRATERED1 AND COLD, could be no less lonely than this night in the Manheim mansion2.
Within, the only sounds were Fric’s footsteps, his breathing, the faint creak of hinges when he opened a door.
Outside, a changeable wind, alternately menacing and melancholy3, quarreled with the trees, raised lamentations in the eaves, battered4 the walls, moaned as if in sorrowful protest of its exclusion5 from the house. Rain rapped angrily against the windows, but then cried silently down the leaded panes6.
For a while, Fric believed that he would be safer on the move than settled in any one place, that when he stopped, unseen forces would at once begin to gather around him. Besides, on his feet, in motion, he could break into a run and more readily escape.
His father believed that when a child reached the age of six, an arbitrary bedtime should not be forced on him, but that he should be allowed to find his personal circadian rhythms. Consequently, for years, Fric had been going to bed when he wanted, sometimes at nine o’clock, sometimes after midnight.
Soon, ceaselessly rambling7, turning lights on ahead of him and [302] leaving them aglow8 in his wake, he grew tired. He had thought that the possibility of Moloch, child-eating god, walking out of a mirror at any moment would keep him awake for the rest of his life or at least until he turned eighteen and no longer qualified9 as a child under most definitions. Fear, however, proved as exhausting as hard labor10.
Worried that he might slump11 upon a sofa or a chair and fall asleep in a place that made him more vulnerable than necessary, he considered returning to the west wing on the ground floor, where he could curl up outside Mr. Truman’s apartment. If Mr. Truman or the McBees found him sleeping there, however, he would appear to be a gutless weenie and an embarrassment13 to the name Manheim.
He decided15 that the library offered the best refuge. He always felt comfortable among books. And although the library lay on the second floor, which was as lonely as the third, it had no mirrors.
The tree of angels greeted him.
He recoiled16 from the winged multitude.
Then he realized that this evergreen17 featured not a single shiny ornament18 from which an evil other-dimensional entity19 could pass into this world or watch from another.
Indeed, the dangling20 angels seemed to suggest that here was a protected place, true sanctuary21.
Throughout the massive chamber22, the decorative23 urns24 and pots and amphorae and figurines were either Wedgwood basalts with Empire-period themes or Han Dynasty porcelains25. The basalts were all matte-finish black, not shiny. Two thousand years had worn the luster26 from the glaze27 on the Han pieces, and Fric had no concern that an ancient figure of a horse or a water jar made before the birth of Christ might serve as a peephole through which he could be watched by some wicked creature in a neighboring dimension.
At the back of the library, a door led to a powder room. Using a straight-backed chair, Fric wedged this door securely shut without daring to open it, for above the sink in the powder room, a mirror waited.
[303] This sensible precaution presented a minor28 problem easily resolved. He had to pee, so he relieved himself in a potted palm.
Always he washed his hands after toileting. This time he would have to risk contamination, disease, and plague.
At least twenty potted palms were distributed throughout the big room. He made a point of remembering which one he had sprinkled, to avoid killing29 off the entire library rainforest.
He returned to the conversation area nearest the Christmas tree and the battalion30 of sentinel angels. Surely this was a safe place.
The arrangement of armchairs and footstools included a sofa. Fric was about to stretch out on this makeshift bed when the silence gave way to a cheerful child-pleasing sound suitable for the nursery or the bedrooms of younger children.
Ooodelee-ooodelee-oo.
The telephone stood on a piece of furniture that Mrs. McBee referred to as an “escritoire,” but which was still a writing desk to Fric. He stood beside it, watching the signal light flutter at his private line each time that the phone rang.
Ooodelee-ooodelee-oo.
He expected Mr. Truman to answer the call by the third ring.
Ooodelee-ooodelee-oo.
Mr. Truman didn’t respond.
The phone rang a fourth time. A fifth.
The voice-mail system didn’t take the call, either.
Six rings. Seven.
Fric refused to pick up the handset.
Ooodelee-ooodelee-oo.
In his apartment, Ethan had retrieved31 the six black-box items from a cabinet and had arranged them on his desk in the order that they had been received.
He had switched off the computer.
[304] The phone was near at hand, where he could intercept32 calls to Fric should that line in fact ring, and where he would notice the indicator33 light on Line 24 if it signaled additional incoming calls. Traffic on this messages-from-the-dead line seemed to be increasing, which disturbed him for reasons he could not articulate, and he wanted to keep an eye on the situation.
Sitting in his desk chair with a can of Coke, he considered the elements of the riddle34.
The small jar containing twenty-two dead ladybugs. Hippodamia convergens, of the family Coccinellidae.
Another, larger jar into which he had transferred the ten dead snails35. An uglier sight by the day.
A pickle-relish jar holding nine foreskins in formaldehyde. The tenth had been destroyed by the lab in the process of analysis.
The closed drapes muffled36 the snap of rain on glass, the threat of wind enraged37.
Beetles38, snails, foreskins ...
For some reason, Ethan’s attention drifted to the phone, though it hadn’t rung. No indicator light burned on Line 24 or on any of the first twenty-three.
He tipped the Coke can, took a swallow.
Beetles, snails, foreskins ...
Ooodelee-ooodelee-oo.
Maybe Mr. Truman had slipped and fallen and hit his head, and maybe he lay unconscious, oblivious39 of the ringing. Or maybe he had been carried off into a land beyond a mirror. Or maybe he had just forgotten to modify the system to receive Fric’s private calls.
The caller would not give up. After twenty-one repetitions of the stupid child-pleasing tones, Fric decided that if he didn’t pick up the phone, he would have to listen to it ringing all night.
The slight tremor40 in his voice dismayed him, but he persevered41:
[305] “Vinnie’s Soda42 Parlor43 and Vomitorium, home of the nine-pound ice-cream sundae, where you splurge and then purge44.”
“Hello, Aelfric,” said Mysterious Caller.
“I can’t make up my mind whether you’re a pervert45 or a friend like you say. I’m leaning toward pervert.”
“You’re leaning wrong. Look around you for the truth, Aelfric.”
“Look around me at what?”
“At what’s there with you in the library.”
“I’m in the kitchen.”
“By now you ought to realize that you can’t lie to me.”
“My deep and secret hiding place is going to be one of the bigger ovens. I’ll crawl inside and pull the door shut behind me.”
“You better baste46 yourself in butter, because Moloch will just turn on the gas.”
“Moloch has already been here,” Fric said.
“That wasn’t Moloch. That was me.”
Receiving this revelation, Fric almost slammed down the phone.
Mysterious Caller said, “I paid you a visit because I wanted you to understand, Aelfric, that you really are at risk, and that time really is running out. If I’d been Moloch, you’d be toast.”
“You came out of a mirror,” said Fric, his curiosity and sense of wonder for the moment outweighing48 his fear.
“And I went back into one.”
“How can you come out of a mirror?”
“For the answer, look around you, son.”
Fric surveyed the library.
“What do you see?” asked Mysterious Caller.
“Books.”
“Oh? You have a lot of books there in the kitchen?”
“I’m in the library.”
“Ah, truth. There’s hope that you’ll avoid at least some misery49, after all. What else do you see besides books?”
“A writing desk. Chairs. A sofa.”
[306] “Keep looking.”
“A Christmas tree.”
“There you go.”
“There I go where?” asked Fric.
“What dingles and what dangles50?”
“Huh?”
“And is spelled almost like angles.”
“Angels,” Fric said, surveying the radiant white flock that gathered with trumpets51 and harps52 upon the tree.
“I travel by mirrors, by mist, by smoke, by doorways53 in water, by stairways made of shadows, on roads of moonlight, by wish and hope and simple expectation. I’ve given up my car.”
Amazed, Fric clenched54 the phone so hard that his hand ached, as if he might squeeze a few more revealing words from the mirror man.
Mysterious Caller met silence with silence, waited.
Of all the kinds of weirdness55 Fric had been expecting, this had not been on the list.
Finally, with a tremor of a different quality in his voice, he said, “Are you telling me you’re an angel?”
“Do you believe I could be?”
“My ... guardian56 angel?”
Instead of answering directly, the mirror man said, “Believing is important in all this, Aelfric. In many ways, the world is what we make it, and our future is ours to shape.”
“My father says that our future is in the stars, our fate set when we’re born.”
“There’s much in your old man to admire, son, but as far as his thoughts on fate are concerned, he’s full of shit.”
“Wow,” said Fric, “can angels say ‘shit’?”
“I just did. But then I’m new at this, and I’m quite capable of making a mistake now and then.”
“You’re still wearing your training wings.”
“You could say that. Anyway, I don’t want to see any harm come [307] to you, Aelfric. But I alone can’t guarantee your safety. You’ve got to help save yourself from Moloch when he comes.”
Beetles, snails, foreskins ...
On Ethan’s desk with the other items stood the cookie-jar kitten filled with two hundred seventy tiles, ninety each of O, W, and E.
Owe. Woe57. Wee woo. Ewe woo.
Beside the cookie jar lay Paws for Reflection, the hardcover book by Donald Gainsworth, who had trained guide dogs for the blind and service dogs for people in wheelchairs.
Beetles, snails, foreskins, cookie jar with tiles, book ...
Next to the book stood the sutured apple opened to reveal the doll’s eye. THE EYE IN THE APPLE? THE WATCHFUL58 WORM? THE WORM OF ORIGINAL SIN? DO WORDS HAVE ANY PURPOSE OTHER THAN CONFUSION?
Ethan had a headache. He probably ought to be grateful that a headache was all he had, after dying twice.
Leaving the six gifts from Reynerd on the desk, he went into the bathroom. He took a bottle of aspirin59 from the medicine cabinet and shook a pair of tablets into his hand.
He intended to draw a glass of water from the bathroom sink and take the aspirin. When he glanced in the mirror, however, he found himself looking at his reflection only briefly60, then searching for a shadowy form that shouldn’t be there, that might slide away from his eyes as he tried to pin it with his stare, as in the bathroom at Dunny’s penthouse apartment.
For the glass of water, he went into the kitchen, where no mirrors hung.
Curiously61, his attention was drawn62 to the wall-mounted telephone near the refrigerator. None of the lines was in use. Not Line 24. Not Fric’s line.
He thought about the heavy breather. Even if the boy was the type to invent little dramas to focus attention on himself, which he was [308] not, this seemed a pale invention, not worth the effort of a lie. When kids made up stuff, they tended toward flamboyant63 details.
After taking the aspirin, Ethan went to the phone and picked up the handset. A light appeared at the first of his two private lines.
The house phones doubled as an intercom system. If he pressed the button marked INTERCOM and then the button for Fric’s line, he would be able to speak directly to the boy in his room.
He didn’t know what he would say or why he felt that he ought to seek out Fric at this late hour rather than in the morning. He stared at the boy’s line. He put one finger on the button, but hesitated to press it.
The kid was most likely asleep by now. If not asleep, he ought to be.
Ethan racked the handset.
He went to the refrigerator. Earlier, he had not been able to eat. The events of the day had left him with a stomach clenched as tight as a fist. For a while, all he’d wanted was good Scotch64. Now, unexpectedly, the thought of a ham sandwich made his mouth water.
You got up every day, hoping for the best, but life threw crap at you, and you were shot in the gut12 and died, then you got up and went on, and life threw more crap at you, and you were run down in traffic and died again, and when you just tried, for God’s sake, to get on with it, life threw still more crap at you, so it shouldn’t be a surprise that eventually all this strenuous65 activity gave you the appetite of an Olympic power lifter.
Looking at frosted-glass angels, plastic angels, carved-wood angels, painted-tin angels, while at the same time talking to a maybe-for-real angel on the telephone, Fric said, “How can I ever find a safe place if Moloch can travel by mirrors and moonlight?”
“He can’t,” said Mysterious Caller. “He doesn’t have my powers, Aelfric. He’s mortal. But don’t think being mortal makes him less dangerous. A demon66 would be no worse than him.”
[309] “Why don’t you come here and wait with me till he shows up, and then beat the crap out of him with your holy cudgel?”
“I don’t have a holy cudgel, Aelfric.”
“You must have something. Cudgel, staff, truncheon, a sanctified broadsword glowing with divine energy. I’ve read about angels in this fantasy novel. They’re not airy-fairy types as fragile as fart gas. They’re warriors67. They fought Satan’s legions and drove them out of Heaven, into Hell. That was a cool scene in the book.”
“This isn’t Heaven, son. This is Earth. Here, I’m authorized68 to work only by indirection.”
Quoting Mysterious Caller from their previous conversation, when they had spoken on the wine-cellar phone, Fric said, “ ‘Encourage, inspire, terrify, cajole, advise.’ ”
“You’ve a good memory. I know what’s coming, but I may influence events only by means that are sly—”
“—slippery, and seductive,” Fric finished.
“I may not interfere69 directly with Moloch’s pursuit of his own damnation. Just as I may not interfere with any heroic policeman who is about to sacrifice his life to save another, and therefore raise himself forever high.”
“I guess I understand that. You’re like a director who doesn’t get final cut of the film.”
“I’m not even a director. Think of me as just another studio executive who gives notes for suggested revisions of the script.”
“The kind of notes that always make screenwriters so pissy and turn them into drunks. They’ll bore your butt47 off talking about that, like a ten-year-old kid could care, like anyone could care.”
“The difference,” said the maybe-angel, “is that my notes are always well intended—and based on a vision of the future that may be too true.”
Fric thought about all this for a moment as he pulled the chair out from the kneehole of the desk. Sitting down, he said, “Wow. Being a guardian angel must be frustrating70.”
[310] “You can’t begin to know. You control the final cut of your life, Aelfric. It’s called free will. You’ve got it. Everyone here has it. And in the end, I can’t act for you. That’s what you’re here to do ... to make choices, right or wrong, to be wise or not, to be courageous71 or not.”
“I guess I can try.”
“I guess you better. What’ve you done with the photo I gave you?”
“The pretty lady with the nice smile? She’s folded in my back pocket.”
“It won’t be any good to you there.”
“What do you expect me to do with it?”
“Think. Use your brain, Aelfric. Even in your family, that’s possible. Think. Be wise.”
“I’m too drag-ass14 tired to think right now. Who is she—the lady in the picture?”
“Why don’t you play detective? Make inquiries72.”
“I did make an inquiry73. Who is she?”
“Ask around. That’s not a question for me to answer.”
“Why isn’t it?”
“Because I have to abide74 by the sly-slippery-seductive rule, which sometimes makes any guardian angel a pain in the ass.”
“Okay. Forget it. Am I safe tonight? Can I wait till morning to find that deep and special secret place to hide?”
“First thing in the morning will be all right,” the guardian said. “But don’t waste any more time. Prepare, Aelfric. Prepare.”
“Okay. And, hey, I’m sorry for what I called you.”
“You mean earlier—an attorney?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve been called worse.”
“Really?”
“Much worse.”
“And I’m sorry for trying to track you back.”
“What do you mean?”
[311] “It seems like a sneaky thing to do to an angel. I’m sorry for star sixty-nining you.”
Mysterious Caller fell silent.
An indefinable quality of the silence made it different from any hush75 that Fric had ever heard.
This was a perfect silence, for one thing, and it sucked away not only all the noise on the open line but also every whisper of sound in the library, until he seemed to have gone deafer than deaf.
The silence felt deep, too, as though the guardian were calling from the bottom of an oceanic trench76. Deep and so cold.
Fric shuddered77. He could not hear his teeth chatter78 or his body quake. He could not hear his exhalation, either, although he felt the breath rush from him, hot enough to dry his teeth.
Perfect, deep, cold silence, yes, but more and stranger than simply perfect, deep, and cold.
Fric imagined that such a silence might be cast like a spell by any angel with supernatural powers, but that it might be a trick most characteristic of the Angel of Death.
The Mysterious Caller drew a breath, inhaling79 the very silence and letting sound into the world once more, beginning with his voice, which resonated with an ominous80 note of concern: “When did you use star sixty-nine, Aelfric?”
“Well, after you called me in the train room.”
“And also after I called you in the wine cellar?”
“Yeah. Don’t you know all this ... being who you are?”
“Angels don’t know everything, Aelfric. Now and then, some things are ... slipped by us.”
“The first time, your phone just rang and rang—”
“That’s because I used the telephone in my old apartment, where I lived before I died. I didn’t enter your number, just thought of you, but I did pick up the phone. I was still learning ... learning what I can do now. I’m getting smoother at this by the hour.”
[312] Fric wondered if he was more tired even than he realized. The conversation wasn’t always making sense. “Your old apartment?”
“I’m a relatively81 new angel, son. Died this morning. I’m using the body I used to live in, though it’s ... more flexible now, with my new powers. What happened the second time you used star sixty-nine?”
“You really don’t know?”
“I’m afraid I might. But tell me.”
“I got this pervert.”
“What did it say to you?”
“Didn’t say anything. He just breathed heavy ... and then made these like animal sounds.”
The Mysterious Caller was quiet, but this proved to be a far different silence from the death-deep stillness of a moment ago. This hush had in it a host of half-heard twitches82, the moth-wing vibration83 of fluttering nerves, the so-soft tensing of muscles.
“At first, I thought he was you,” Fric explained. “So I told him I’d looked up Moloch in the dictionary. The name excited him.”
“Don’t ever use star sixty-nine after I call, Aelfric. Not ever, ever again.”
“Why?”
With hard insistence84, revealing a degree of alarm that seemed to be too mortal in character for an immortal85 guardian angel, the caller said, “Not ever again. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Do you promise me you’ll never again try to call me back with star sixty-nine?”
“All right. But why?”
“When I called you in the wine cellar, I didn’t use a phone, the way I did the first time. I don’t require a phone to ring you up any more than I need a car to travel. I need only the idea of a phone.”
“The idea of a phone? How’s that work?”
“My current position comes with certain supernatural abilities.”
“Being a guardian angel, you mean.”
[313] “But when I use only the idea of a phone, star sixty-nine might connect you with a place you must not go.”
“What place?”
The guardian hesitated. Then he said, “The dark eternity86.”
“Doesn’t sound good,” Fric agreed, and uneasily surveyed the library.
In the labyrinth87 of shelves, monsters both human and not abided between the covers of so many books. Perhaps one beast prowled not in those paper worlds but in this one, breathing not ink fumes88 but air, waiting for a small boy to find it along one turning or another of those quiet aisles89.
“The dark eternity. The bottomless abyss, the darkness visible, and all that dwells there,” the guardian elaborated. “You were lucky, son. It didn’t talk to you.”
“It?”
“What you called ‘the pervert.’ If they talk to you, they can wheedle90, persuade, charm, sometimes even command.”
Fric glanced at the tree again. The angels seemed to be watching him, every one.
“When you press star sixty-nine,” the guardian said, “you open a door to them.”
“Who?”
“Do we need to speak their sulfurous name? We both know who I mean, do we not?”
Being a boy with a taste for fantasy in his reading, with a home theater in which he could watch everything from kid flicks91 to R-rated monster fests, with an imagination stropped sharp by solitude92, Fric was pretty sure he knew who was meant.
The caller said, “You open a door to them, and then, with one wrong word, you might unintentionally ... invite them in.”
“In here, to Palazzo Rospo?”
“You might invite one of them into you, Aelfric. When invited, they can travel by the telephone connection, by that fragile link of [314] spirit to spirit, much the way that I can travel through one mirror to another.”
“No lie?”
“No lie. Don’t you dare use star sixty-nine after I hang up.”
“All right.”
“Or ever again when I call you.”
“Never.”
“I’m deadly serious about this, Aelfric.”
“I wouldn’t expect a guardian angel to do this.”
“Do what?”
“Scare the crap out of me.”
“Encourage, inspire, terrify,” the caller reminded him. “Now sleep in peace tonight, while you can. And in the morning, waste no time. Prepare. Prepare to survive, Aelfric, prepare, because when I look forward right now to see how things will most likely unfold ... I see you dead.”
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