«Maybe I did,» I said. «And maybe if you want to start screwing around outside, you ought to start by making sure that lady got home safe to her kids.» His attitude-and that of his buddy and of Norm the bag-boy — was making me mad and scaring me more at the same time. They had the sort of light in their eyes that some men get when they go shooting rats at the town dump.
«Hey,» Jim’s buddy said. «When any of us here want your advice, we’ll ask for it.»
Hesitantly, Ollie said: «The generator really isn’t that important, you know. The food in the cold cases will keep for twelve hours or more with absolutely no-»
«Okay, kid, you’re it,» Jim said brusquely. «I’ll start the motor, you raise the door so that the place doesn’t stink up too bad. Me and Myron will be standing by the exhaust outflow. Give us a yell when it’s clear…»
«Sure,» Norm said, and bustled excitedly away.
«This is crazy,» I said. «You let that lady go by herself-»
«I didn’t notice you breaking your ass to escort her,» Jim’s buddy Myron said. A dull, brick-colored flush was creeping out of his collar.
«-but you’re going to let this kid risk his life over a generator that doesn’t even matter?»
«Why don’t you just shut the fuck up!» Norm yelled.
«Listen, Mr Drayton,» Jim said, and smiled at me coldly. «I’ll tell you what. If you’ve got anything else to say, I think you better count your teeth first, because I’m tired of listening to your bullshit.»
Ollie looked at me, plainly frightened. I shrugged. They were crazy, that was all. Their sense of proportion was temporarily gone. Out there they had been confused and scared. In here was a straight- forward mechanical problem: a balky generator. It was possible to solve this problem. Solving the problem would help make them feel less confused and helpless. Therefore they would solve it.
Jim and his friend Myron decided I knew when I was licked and went back into the generator compartment. «Ready, Norm?» Jim asked.
Norm nodded, then realized they couldn’t hear a nod. «Yeah,» he said.
«Norm,» I said. «Don’t be a fool.»
«It’s a mistake,» Ollie added.
He looked at us, and suddenly his face was much younger than eighteen. It was the face of a boy. His Adam’s apple bobbed convulsively, and I saw that he was scared green. He opened his mouth to say something — I think he was going to call it off-and then the generator roared into life again, and when it was running smoothly, Norm lunged at the button to the right of the door and it began to rattle upward on its dual steel tracks. The emergency lights had come back on when the generator started. Now they dimmed down as the motor which lifted the door sucked away the juice.
The shadows ran backward and melted. The storage area began to fill with the mellow white light of an overcast late-winter day. I noticed that odd, acrid smell again.
The loading door went up two feet, then four. Beyond I could see a square cement platform outlined around the edges with a yellow stripe. The yellow faded and washed out in just three feet. The fog was incredibly thick.
«Ho up!» Norm yelled.
Tendrils of mist, as white and fine as floating lace, eddied inside. The air was cold. It had been noticeably cool all morning long, especially after the sticky heat of the last three weeks, but it had been a summery coolness. This was cold. It was like March. I shivered. And I thought of Steff.
The generator died. Jim came out just as Norm ducked under the door. He saw it. So did I. So did Ollie.
A tentacle came over the far lip of the concrete loading platform and grabbed Norm around the calf. My mouth dropped wide open. Ollie made a very short glottal sound of surprise — uk! The tentacle tapered from a thickness of a foot-the size of a grass snake-at the point where it had wrapped itself around Norm’s lower leg to a thickness of maybe four or five feet where it disappeared into the mist. It was slate gray on top, shading to a fleshy pink underneath. And there were rows of suckers on the underside. They were moving and writhing like hundreds of small, puckering mouths.