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Emily spoke online. ["Oh, he's fu
Sticky noticed their silence. "Don't worry, Atlanta," he said loudly. "We be takin' better care of these guests than you did of ours."
I"Ouch,"] the whisper said.
They covered more miles in silence. ["Look,"] Emily said,
["y'all shouldn't waste this time so I'm going to play you selected highlights of the Committee campaign speeches ..."]
Laura listened intently; David played with the baby and looked out the window.
Then the Hyundai slid west off the highway, onto a grav- eled track. Emily cut off a speech about Rizome's Pacific
Rim holdings in lumber and microchips. The car cruised uphill, through thick stands of casuarina trees. It stopped in darkness.
"Car, honk," Sticky told the Hyundai, and it did. Arc lights flashed on from two iron poles at the gates of a plantation estate. The tops of the compound's fortress walls gleamed wickedly with embedded broken glass.
A guard hustled up belatedly, a rumpled-looking teenage militiaman with a blunderbuss tangle-gun slung on his back.
Sticky left the car. The guard looked jolted from sleep and guilty about it. As the gates swung open, Sticky pulled rank and hassled the kid. "Hey, check this cheap-shot fascist shit," David muttered, just for the record.
The car rolled into a graveled courtyard with a dead marble fountain and wet, weed-choked rosebushes. The distant gate lights showed low whitewashed stairs up to a long screened verandah. Above the verandah, windows glowed in a pair of goofy-looking turrets. Some Victorian colonial's idea of class.
.["Check it out!"] Emily commented.
"A Queen A
The car stopped at the stairs and its doors swung open.
They stepped out into rich-smelling tropic dampness, hauling the baby and their carry-ons. Sticky rejoined them, pulling a key card.
"Whose place is this?" David said.
"Yours, for now." Sticky motioned them up the stairs and across the dark, open porch. They passed a flat, dust-shrouded table. A ping-Pong ball glanced off David's foot, tick-ticking off into darkness and the skeletal gleam of aluminum lounge chairs. Sticky slid his key card into double doors of brass- studded rosewood.
The doors opened; hall lights flashed on. David was sur- prised. "This old place has a house system installed."
"Sure," sniffed Sticky. "It belong to Bank brass once- old Mr. Gelli. He fix it up." The voices of strangers echoed down the hall. They entered a living room: flocked velvet wallpaper, flower-printed couch and two matching recliners, kidney-shaped coffee table, wall-to-wall carpet in a purulent shade of maroon.
Two men and a woman, dressed in servants' whites, knelt beside a toppled drinks trolley. They stood up hastily, looking flustered.
"She not workin'," the taller man said sullenly. "Been chasin' us around all day."
"This is your staff," Sticky said. "Jimmy, Rajiv, and
Rita. The place a little musty now, but they'll make you cozy. "
Laura looked them over. Jimmy and Rajiv looked like pickpockets and Rita had eyes like hot black marbles-she looked at little Loretta as if wondering how she'd go in a broth with carrots and onions. "Are we doing entertaining?"
Laura said.
Sticky looked puzzled. "No."
"I'm sure Jimmy, Rajiv, and Rita are very capable,"
Laura said carefully. "But unless there's a pressing need for staff, I think we'd be cozier on our own."
"You had servants in Galveston," Sticky said.
Laura gritted her teeth. "The Lodge staff are Rizome associates.
Our coworkers."
"The Bank picked these people for you," Sticky said.
"They had good reason." He shepherded Laura and David toward another door. "Master bedroom in here."
They followed Sticky into a room with a massive canopied waterbed and closet-lined walls. The bed was freshly made.
Gardenia incense smoldered atop an old mahogany bureau.
Sticky closed the door behind them.
"Your servants protect you from spies," Sticky told them with an air of put-upon patience. "From people, and things too, things with wings and cameras, seen? We don't want them wondering what you are, why you here." He paused to let that sink in. "So this the plan: we pass you off for mad doctors."
David said, "For what?"
"Techies, Bwana. Hired consultants. High-technocrats, the
Grenada upper crust." Sticky paused. "Don't you see it?
How do you think we run this island? We got mad doctors all points round in Grenada. Yankees, Europeans, Russians, they come here for perks, like this place, seen? Big houses, with servants. " He winked deliberately. "Plus other tasty things. ".
"That's just great," David said. "Do we get field hands, too?"
Sticky gri
"Why not pass us off for tourists, instead?" Laura said.
"You must get some, right?"
"Lady, this is the Caribbean," Sticky said. "America's backyard, seen? We're used to seeing Yankees ru
Yank V.D.-it do take a toll on the workin' girls.
Laura throttled her temper. "Those perks don't tempt us,
Captain. "
"Oh, sorry," Sticky said. "I forgot you were online back to Atlanta. You under heavy ma
... while they can hear."
["Oh,"J Emily whispered suddenly, ["if y'all are hypo- crites, that means he has a right to be an asshole. "I
"You want to prove that we're hypocrites," David said.
"Because that makes it right to insult us." Caught off guard,
Sticky hesitated. "Look," David soothed. "We're your guests.
If you want to surround us with these so-called `servants,'
that's your decision."
Laura caught on. "Maybe you don't trust us?" She pre- tended to think it over. "Good idea to have some houseboys watching us, just in case we decide to swim back to Galveston."
"We'll think about it," Sticky said grudgingly. The door- bell sounded, the bell plonking out the first verse of an old pop song. "I'm dream-ing of a White Christ-mas," David chanted, recognizing it. They hurried to the door, but the servants had beaten them there. Their luggage had arrived.
Rajiv and Jimmy were already hauling bags from the van.
"I can take the baby, madam," Rita volunteered at Laura's elbow. Laura pretended not to hear her, staring through the verandah screen. Two new guards lurked under the arc lights at the gate.
Sticky handed them matched key cards. "I'm going-got business elsewhere tonight. You make yourselves real cozy.
Take what you want, use what you want, the place is yours.
Old Mr. Gelli, he won't be complaining."
"When do we meet with the Bank?" Laura said.
"Soon come," Sticky said meaninglessly. He rambled down the steps; the Hyundai opened and he slipped in without breaking stride. The car took off.
They rejoined the servants in the living room and stood about uncomfortably in a knot of unresolved tension. "A
little supper, sir, madam?" Rajiv suggested.
"No, thank you, Rajiv." She didn't know the proper term for Rajiv's ethnic background. Indo-Caribbean? Hindu-Grenadian?
"Draw madam a bath?"
Laura shook her head. "You could. start by calling us
David and Laura," she suggested. The three Grenadians looked back stonily.
Loretta adroitly chose this moment to burst into sobs.
"We're all a bit tired from the trip," David said loudly. "I think we'll, uh, retire to the bedroom. So we won't need you tonight, thanks." There was a brief struggle over the bags, which Rajiv and Jimmy won. They triumphantly carried the luggage into the master bedroom. "We unpack for you,"
Rajiv a