«Sit down, Mr. Drayton,» he invited.
I looked around for Amanda, but she was already halfway up the aisle. She didn’t look back. Our act of love in the dark already seemed something out of a fantasy, impossible to believe even in this weird daylight. I sat down.
«Have a donut.» He held the box out.
I shook my head. «All that white sugar is death. Worse than cigarettes.»
That made him laugh a little bit. «in that case, have two.»
I was surprised to find a little laughter left inside me-he had surprised it out, and I liked him for it. I did take two of his donuts. They tasted pretty good. I chased them with a cigarette, although it is not normally my habit to smoke in the mornings.
«I ought to get back to my kid,» I said. «He’ll be waking up.»
Miller nodded. «Those pink bugs,» he said. «They’re all gone. So are the birds. Hank Vannerman said the last one hit the windows around four. Apparently the … the wildlife … is a lot more active when it’s dark.»
«You don’t want to tell Brent Norton that,» I said. «Or Norm.»
He nodded again and didn’t say anything for a long time. Then he lit a cigarette of his own and looked at me. «We can’t stay here, Drayton,» he said.
«There’s food. Plenty to drink.»
«The supplies don’t have anything to do with it, and you know it. What do we do if one of the big beasties out there decides to break in instead of just going bump in the night? Do we try to drive it off with broom handles and charcoal lighter fluid?»
Of course he was right. Perhaps the mist was protecting us in a way. Hiding us. But maybe it wouldn’t hide us for long, and there was more to it than that. We had been in the Federal for eighteen hours, more or less, and I could feel a kind of lethargy spreading over me, not much different from the lethargy I’ve felt on one or two occasions when I’ve tried to swim too far. There was an urge to play it safe, to just stay put, to take care of Billy (and maybe to bang Amanda Dumfries in the middle of the night, a voice murmured), to see if the mist wouldn’t just lift, leaving everything as it had been.
I could see it on the other faces as well, and it suddenly occurred to me that there were people now in the Federal who probably wouldn’t leave under any circumstance. The very thought of going out the door after all that had happened would freeze them.
Miller had been watching these thoughts cross my face, maybe. He said, «There were about eighty people in here when that damn fog came. From that number you subtract the bag-boy, Norton, and the four people that went out with him, and that man Smalley. That leaves seventythree.»
And subtracting the two soldiers, now resting under a stack of Purina Puppy Chow bags, it made seventy-one.
«Then you subtract the people who have just opted out,» he went on. «There are ten or twelve of those. Say ten. That leaves about sixty-three. But-» He raised one sugar-powdered finger. «Of those sixty-three, we’ve got twenty or so that just won’t leave. You’d have to drag them out kicking and screaming.»
«Which all goes to prove what?»
«That we’ve got to get out, that’s all. And I’m going. Around noon, I think. I’m planning to take as many people as will come. I’d like you and your boy to come along.»
«After what happened to Norton?»
«Norton went like a lamb to the slaughter. That doesn’t mean I have to, or the people who come with me.»
«How can you prevent it? We have exactly one gun.»
«And lucky to have that. But if we could make it across the intersection, maybe we could get down to the Sportsman’s Exchange on Main Street. They’ve got more guns there than you could shake a stick at.»
«That’s one ‘if’ and one ‘maybe’ too many.»
«Drayton,» he said, «it’s an iffy situation.»
That rolled very smoothly off his tongue, but he didn’t have a little boy to watch out for.