«Look, let it pass for now, okay? I didn’t get much sleep last night, but I got a chance to think over a few things. Want to hear them?»
«Sure.»
He stood up and stretched. «Take a walk over to the window with me.»
We went through the checkout lane nearest the bread racks and stood at one of the loopholes. The man who was keeping watch there said, «The bugs are gone.»
Miller slapped him on the back. «Go get yourself a coffee — and, fella. I’ll keep an eye out.»
«Okay. Thanks.»
He walked away, and Miller and I stepped up to his loophole. «So tell me what you see out there,» he said.
I looked. The litter barrel had been knocked over in the night, probably by one of the swooping bird-things, spilling a trash of papers, cans, and paper shake cups from the Dairy Queen down the road all over the hottop. Beyond that I could see the rank of cars closest to the market fading into whiteness. That was all I could see, and I told him so.
«That blue Chevy pickup is mine,» he said. He pointed and I could see just a hint of blue in the mist. «But if you think back to when you pulled in yesterday, you’ll remember that the parking lot was pretty jammed, right?»
I glanced back at my Scout and remembered I had only gotten the space close to the market because someone else had been pulling out. I nodded.
Miller said, «Now couple something else with that fact, Drayton. Norton and his four … what did you call them?»
«Flat-Earthers.»
«Yeah, that’s good just what they were. They go out, right? Almost the full length of that clothesline. Then we heard those roaring noises, like there was a goddam herd of elephants out there. Right?»
«It didn’t sound like elephants,» I said. «It sounded like-» Like something from the primordial ooze was the phrase that came to mind, but I didn’t want to say that to Miller, not after he had clapped that guy On the back and told him to go get a coffee-and like the coach jerking a player from the big game. I might have said it to Ollie, but not to Miller. «I don’t know what it sounded like,» I finished lamely.
«But it sounded big.»
«Yeah.» It had sounded pretty goddam big.
«So how come we didn’t hear cars getting bashed around? Screeching metal? Breaking glass?»
«Well, because-» I stopped. He had me. «I don’t know.»
Miller said, «No way they were out of the parking lot when whatever-it-was hit them. I’ll tell you what I think. I think we didn’t hear any cars getting around because a lot of them might be gone, just … gone. Fallen into the earth, vaporized, you name it. Strong enough to splinter these beams and twist them out of shape and knock stuff off the shelves. And the town whistle stopped at the same time.»
I was trying to visualize half the parking lot gone. Trying to visualize walking out there and just coming to a brand-new drop in the land where the hottop with its neat yellow-lined parking slots left off. A drop, a slope … or maybe an out-and-out precipice falling away into the featureless white mist …
After a couple of seconds I said, «If you’re right, how far do you think you’re going to get in your pickup?»
«I wasn’t thinking of my truck. I was thinking of your four-wheel- drive.»
That was something to chew over, but not now. «What else is on your mind?»
Miller was eager to go on. «The pharmacy next door, that’s on my mind. What about that?»
I opened my mouth to say I didn’t have the slightest idea what he was talking about, and then shut it with a snap. The Bridgton Pharmacy had been doing business when we drove in yesterday. Not the laundromat, but the drugstore had been wide open, the doors chocked with rubber doorstops to let in a little cool air-the power outage had killed their air conditioning, of course. The door to the pharmacy could be no more than twenty feet from the door to the Federal market. So why