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"Welcome!" he said. "Tyler! Tyler Dupree! I apologize if Brother Aaron was a little brusque just now. We don't get many visitors, but you'll find our hospitality is on the generous side, at least once you're in the door. We would've invited you before this if we'd known there was a shadow of a chance you could make the trip."
"Happy coincidence," I said. "I'm in Arizona because—"
"Oh, I know. We do hear the news now and then. You came along with the wrinkled man. You're his doctor."
He led me down the hall to a cream-painted door—their door, Simon's and Diane's—and opened it.
The room inside was furnished in a comfortable if slightly time-warped style, a big bed in one corner with a quilted comforter over a billowing mattress, a window curtain of yellow gingham, a cotton throw rug on a plain plank floor. And a chair by the window. And Diane sitting in the chair.
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"It's good to see you," she said. "Thank you for making time for us. I hope we haven't taken you away from your work."
"No more than I wanted to be taken away from it. How are you?"
Simon walked across the room and stood beside her. He put his hand on her shoulder and left it there.
"We're both fine," she said. "Maybe not prosperous, but we get by. I guess that's as much as anyone can expect in these times. I'm sorry we haven't been in touch, Tyler. After the troubles at Jordan Tabernacle it's harder to trust the world outside the church. I suppose you heard about all that?"
"A royal mess," Simon put in. "Homeland Security took the computer and the photocopy machine out of the rectory, took them away and never gave them back. Of course we didn't have anything to do with any of that red heifer nonsense. All we did was pass on some brochures to the congregation. For them to decide, you know, if this was the kind of thing they wanted to get involved with. That's what got us interviewed by the federal government, if you can imagine such a thing. Apparently that's a crime in Preston Lomax's America."
"Nobody arrested, I hope."
"Nobody close to us," Simon said.
"But it made everyone nervous," Diane said.
"You start to think about things you took for granted. Phone calls. Letters." I said, "I suppose you have to be careful."
"Oh, yes," Diane said.
"Really careful," Simon said.
Diane wore a plain cotton shift tied at the waist and a checkered red-and-white head scarf that looked like a down-home hijab. No makeup, but she didn't need it. Putting Diane in dowdy clothing was as futile as hiding a searchlight under a straw hat.
I realized how hungry I'd been for the simple sight of her. How unreasonably hungry. I was ashamed of the pleasure I took in her presence. For two decades we had been little more than acquaintances. Two people who had once known each other. I wasn't entitled to this speeding pulse, the sense of weightless acceleration she provoked just by sitting in that wooden chair glancing at me and glancing away, blushing faintly when our eyes met.
It was unrealistic and it was unfair—unfair to someone; maybe me, probably her. I should never have come here.
She said, "And how are you? Still working with Jason, I gather. I hope he's all right."
"He's fine. He sends his love." She smiled.
"I doubt that. It doesn't sound like Jase."
"He's changed."
"Has he?"
"There's been a lot of talk about Jason," Simon said, still gripping her shoulder, his hand calloused and dark against the pale cotton. "About Jason and the wrinkled man, the so-called Martian."
"Not just so-called," I said. "He was born and bred there."
Simon blinked. "If you say so then it must be true. But as I said, there's been talk. People know the Antichrist is walking among us, that's a given, and he may already be a famous man, biding his time, plotting his futile war. So public figures receive a lot of scrutiny around here. I'm not saying Wun Ngo Wen is the Antichrist, but I wouldn't be alone if I did make that assertion. Are you close to him, Tyler?"
"I talk to him from time to time. I don't think he's ambitious enough to be the Antichrist." Though E. D. Lawton might have disagreed with that statement.
"This is the kind of thing that makes us cautious, though," Simon said. "This is why it's been a problem for Diane to stay in touch with her family."
"Because Wun Ngo Wen might be the Antichrist?"
"Because we don't want to attract attention from powerful people, this close to the end of days."
I didn't know what to say to that.
"Tyler's been on the road a long time," Diane said. "He's probably thirsty."
Simon's smile flashed back. "Would you like a drink before di
"That would be fine," I said.
He left the room. Diane waited until we heard his footsteps on the stairs. Then she cocked her head and looked at me more directly. "You traveled a long distance."
"There was no other way to get in touch."
"But you didn't have to go to all this trouble. I'm healthy and happy. You can tell that to Jase. And Carol, for that matter. And E.D., if he cares. I don't need a surveillance visit."
"That's not what this is."
"Just stopped by to say hello?"
"Actually, yes, something like that."
"We haven't joined a cult. I'm not under duress."
"I didn't say you were, Diane."
"But you thought about it, didn't you?"
"I'm glad you're all right."
She turned her head and the light of the setting sun caught her eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm just a little startled. Seeing you like this. And I'm glad you're doing well back east. You are doing well, aren't you?"
I felt reckless. "No," I said. "I'm paralyzed. At least that's what your father thinks. He says our whole generation is Spin-paralyzed. We're all still caught in the moment when the stars went out. We never made peace with it."
"And do you think that's true?"
"Maybe truer than any of us want to admit." I was saying things I hadn't pla
Diane accepted this in silence. Warm air turned the gingham curtains and the room grew darker. Then she said, "Close the door."
"Won't that look unusual?"
"Close the door, Tyler, I don't want to be overheard."
So I shut the door, gently, and she stood up and came to me and took my hands in her hands. Her hands were cool. "We're too close to the end of the world to lie to each other. I'm sorry I stopped calling, but there are four families sharing this house and one telephone and it gets to be pretty obvious who's talking to who."
"Simon wouldn't allow it."
"On the contrary. Simon would have accepted it. Simon accepts most of my habits and idiosyncrasies. But I don't want to lie to him. I don't want to carry that burden. But I admit I miss those calls, Tyler. Those calls were lifelines. When I had no money, when the church was splitting up, when I was lonely for no good reason… the sound of your voice was like a transfusion."
"Then why stop?"
"Because it was an act of disloyalty. Then. Now." She shook her head as if she were trying to communicate a difficult but important idea. "I know what you mean about the Spin. I think about it, too. Sometimes I pretend there's a world where the Spin didn't happen and our lives were different. Our lives, yours and mine." She took a tremorous breath, blushing deeply. "And if I couldn't live in that world I thought I could at least visit it every couple of weeks, call you up and be old friends and talk about something besides the end of the world."