“O.K.,” he said, “I’ll be over. Goodbye.” He hung up the phone.
Ten minutes later he was on his way, flying the bright and shiny Yee Company repairship through the night sky of Mars, to Lewistown and Arnie Kott’s mistress.
8
David Bohlen knew that his grandfather Leo had a lot of money and didn’t mind spending it. For instance, before they had even left the rocket terminal building, the old man in his stiff suit with his vest and gold cuff links–it was the suit that the boy had watched to catch sight of, along the ramp from where the passengers appeared–stopped at the flower counter and bought the boy’s mother a bunch of large blue Earth flowers. And he wanted to buy something for David, too, but they didn’t have any toys, only candy, which Grandfather Leo bought: a two-pound box.
Under his arm Grandfather Leo had a white carton tied with string: he hadn’t let the rocketship officials take it and put it with the luggage. When they had left the terminal building and were in his dad’s ‘copter, Grandfather Leo opened the package. It was full of Jewish bread and pickles and thin-sliced corned beef wrapped in protective plastic, three pounds of corned beef in all.
“My gosh,” Jack exclaimed in delight. “All the way from New York. You can’t get that out here in the colonies, Dad.”
“I know that, Jack,” Grandfather Leo said. “A Jewish fella told me where to get it, and I like it so much I knew you’d like it, you and I have the same tastes.” He chuckled, pleased to see how happy he had made them. “I’m gonna make you a sandwich when we get to the house. First thing we get there.”
The ‘copter rose now above the rocketship terminal and passed on over the dark desert.
“How’s the weather you been having here?” Grandfather Leo asked.
“Lots of storms,” Jack said. “Practically buried us, a week or so ago. We had to rent power equipment to dig out.”
“Bad,” Grandfather Leo said. “You ought to get that cement wall up you were talking about in your letters.”
“It costs a fortune to have construction work done out here,” Silvia said, “it’s not like back on Earth.”
“I know that,” Grandfather Leo said, “but you got to protect your investment–that house is worth a lot, and the land, you have water nearby; don’t forget that.”
“How could we forget that?” Silvia said. “Good Lord, without the ditch we’d die.”
“That canal any wider this year?” Grandfather Leo asked.
“Just the same,” Jack said.
David spoke up. “They dredged it, Grandfather Leo. I watched them; the UN men, they used a big machine that sucked up the sand from the bottom, and the water’s a lot cleaner. So my dad shut off the filter system, and now when the rider comes and opens the gate our way, we can pump it so fast that my dad let me put in a whole new vegetable garden I can water with overflow, and I have corn and squash and a couple of carrots, but something ate all the beets. We had corn last night from it. We put up a fence to keep those little animals from getting in–what are they called, Dad?”
“Sand rats, Leo,” Jack said. “As soon as David’s garden started to bear, the sand rats moved in. They’re yay long.” He held up his hands to show. “Harmless, except that they can eat their weight in ten minutes. The older settlers warned us, but we had to try.”
“Good to grow your own produce,” Grandfather Leo said. “Yeah, you wrote me about the garden, David: I’d like to see it tomorrow. Tonight I’m tired; that’s a long trip I took, even with the new ships they got, what do they call it? Fast as light, but it really isn’t; still a lot of time taking off and landing and a lot of concussion. I had a woman next to me, she was terrified, thought we’d burn up, it got so hot inside there, even with the air conditioning. I don’t know why they let it get so hot, they certainly charge enough. But it’s a big improvement over–remember the ship you took when you emigrated years ago? Two months!”
Jack said, “Leo, you brought your oxygen mask, I hope. Ours is too old now, unreliable.”
“Sure, I got it in my brown suitcase. Don’t worry about me, I can take this atmosphere–I got a different heart pill, really improved. Everything’s improving back Home. Of course, it’s overcrowded. But more and more people going to be emigrating over here–take my word for that. Smog’s so bad back Home it nearly kills you.”
David spoke up. “Grandfather Leo, the man next door, Mr. Steiner, he took his own life, and now his son Manfred is home from the camp for anomalous children, and my dad is building a mechanism so he can talk to us.”
“Well,” Grandfather Leo said, in a kindly way. He beamed at the boy. “That’s interesting David. How old is this boy?”
“Ten,” David said, “but he can’t talk at all to us, yet. But my dad is going to fix that up with his mechanism, and you know who my dad is working for right now? Mr. Kott, who runs the Water Workers’ Union and their settlement; he’s really a big important man.”
“I believe I heard about him,” Grandfather Leo said, with a wink at Jack which the boy caught.
Jack said to his father, “Dad, are you still going ahead with this business of buying land in the F.D.R. range?”
“Oh, certainly,” Grandfather Leo said. “You bet your life, Jack. Naturally, I came out on this trip sociably, to see you all, but I couldn’t have taken off so much time as this unless it was business, too.”
“I hoped you’d given that up,” Jack said.
“Now, Jack,” Grandfather Leo said, “don’t you worry; you let me worry if I’m doing the right thing; I been in land investment for many years now. Listen. You going to pilot me out there to that mountain range so I can take a firsthand look? I got a lot of maps; I want to see with my own eyes, though.”
“You’re going to be disappointed when you see it,” Silvia said. “It’s so desolate there, no water, scarcely anything living.”
“Let’s not worry about it right now,” Grandfather Leo said, with a smile at David. He nudged the boy in the ribs. “Good to see a young man straight and healthy and out here away from the polluted air we have back Home.”
“Well, Mars has its drawbacks,” Silvia said. “Try living with bad water or no water at all for a while and you’ll see.”
“I know,” Grandfather Leo said soberly. “You people sure have guts to live out here. But it’s healthy; don’t forget that.”
Below them now, the lights of Bunchewood Park glittered. Jack turned the ‘copter toward the north and their home.
As he piloted the Yee Company ‘copter, Jack Bohlen glanced at his father and marveled at how little he had aged, how vigorous and well knit Leo looked, for a man in his late seventies. And still at his job, fulltime, getting as much enjoyment out of speculating as ever.
And yet, although it did not show, he was certain that the long trip from Earth had tired Leo out more than he admitted. In any case, they were almost at the house, now. The gyrocompass reading was point 7.08054; they were only minutes away.
When they had parked on the roof of the house, and had gone downstairs, Leo at once fulfilled his promise; in the kitchen he set to work, joyfully making each of them a kosher corned-beef sandwich on Jewish bread. Soon they were all seated in the living room, eating. Everyone was peaceful and relaxed.
“You just don’t know how we’re starved for food of this sort,” Silvia said finally. “Even on the black market–” She glanced at Jack.
“Sometimes you can pick up delicatessen foods on the black market,” Jack said, “although lately it’s gotten harder. We don’t, personally. No moral reason: it’s just too expensive.”
They talked for a while, finding out about Leo’s trip and about conditions back Home. David was sent to bed at tenthirty, and then, at eleven, Silvia excused herself and went to bed, too. Leo and Jack were left in the living room, still sitting, just the two of them.
Leo said, “Can we step outside and take a glance at the boy’s garden? You got a big flashlight?”
Finding his trouble-lantern, Jack led the way out of the house and into the cold night air.
As they stood at the edge of the patch of corn, Leo said to him in a low voice, “How are you and Silvia getting along these days?”
“Fine,” Jack said, a little taken aback by the question.