Mrs. Turman and I sat halfway up the patent- medicines aisle. People were sitting in little groups all over the store. No one except Mrs. Carmody was sitting alone; even Myron and his buddy Jim were together-they were both passed out by the beer cooler.
Six new men were watching the loopholes. One of them was Ollie, gnawing a leg of chicken and drinking a beer. The mop-handle torches leaned beside each of the watchposts, a can of charcoal lighter fluid next to each … but I don’t think anyone really believed in the torches the way they had before. Not after that low and terribly vital grunting sound, not after the chewed and blood-soaked clothesline. If whatever was out there decided it wanted us, it was going to have us. It, or they.
«How bad will it be tonight?» Mrs. Turman asked. Her voice was calm, but her eyes were sick and scared.
«Hattie, I just don’t know.»
«You let me keep Billy as much as you can. I’m … Davey, I think I’m in mortal terror.» She uttered a dry laugh. «Yes, I believe that’s what it is. But if I have Billy, I’ll be all right. I’ll be all right for him.»
Her eyes were glistening. I leaned over and patted her shoulder.
«I’m so worried about Alan,» she said. «He’s dead, Davey. In my heart I’m sure he’s dead.»
«No, Hattie. You don’t know any such thing.»
«But I feel it’s true. Don’t you feel anything about Stephanie? Don’t you at least have a … a feeling?»
«No,» I said, lying through my teeth.
A strangled sound came from her throat and she clapped a hand to her mouth. Her glasses reflected back the dim, murky light.
«Billy’s coming back,» I murmured.
He was eating a peach. Hattie Turman patted the floor beside her and said that when he was done she would show him how to make a little man out of the peach pit and some thread. Billy smiled at her wanly, and Mrs. Turman smiled back.
At 8:00 P.M. six new men went on at the loopholes and Ollie came over to where I was sitting. «Where’s Billy?»
«With Mrs. Turman, up back,» I said. «They’re doing crafts. They’ve run through peach-pit men and shoppingbag masks and apple dolls and now Mr. McVey is showing him how to make pipe-cleaner men.»
Ollie took a long drink of beer and said, «Things are moving around out there.»
I looked at him sharply. He looked back levelly.
«I’m not drunk,» he said. «I’ve been trying but haven’t been able to make it. I wish I could, David.»
«What do you mean, things are moving around out there?»
«I can’t say for sure. I asked Walter, and he said he had the same feeling, that parts of the mist would go darker for a minute — sometimes just a little smudge, sometimes a big dark place, like a bruise. Then it would fade back to gray. And the stuff is swirling around. Even Arnie Simms said he felt like something was going on out there, and Arnie’s almost as blind as a bat.»
«What about the others?»
«They’re all out-of-staters, strangers to me,» Ollie said. «I didn’t ask any of them.»
«How sure are you that you weren’t just seeing things?»
«Sure,» he said. He nodded toward Mrs. Carmody, who was sitting by herself at the end of the aisle. None of it had hurt her appetite any; there was a graveyard of chicken bones on her plate. She was drinking either blood or V-8 juice. «I think she was right about one thing,» Ollie said. «We’ll find out. When it gets dark, we’ll find out.»
But we didn’t have to wait until dark. When it came, Billy saw very little of it, because Mrs. Turman kept him up back. Ollie was still sitting with me when one of the men up front gave out a shriek and staggered back from his post, pinwheeling his arms. It was approaching eight-thirty; outside the pearl-white mist had darkened to the dull slaty color of a November twilight.
Something had landed on the glass outside one of the loopholes.
«Oh my Jesus!» the man who had been watching there screamed. «Let me out! Let me out of this!»