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“I love Lea
“I’m touched. I’m moved. What, you’ve known her almost twenty-four hours.”
“You think you’re the only one allowed to fall in love?”
“Why don’t you make yourself useful? Check the phone for bugs and tracers.”
“I already did.”
“Check it again.”
“I already did.” Leo turned around, looked behind them. Lea
“I told you not to do that. You were supposed to disco
“This is some very sweet tech,” said Leo, his tongue probing the corner of his mouth as he adjusted the i
“Leo.”
A burst of static from the phone, then, “…never found a damned thing, but somebody must be certain. Logged in fifteen dumploads by noon.” A man’s voice, Te
Leo closed the phone case. Removed the battery.
“They can’t hear us, can they?” said Rakkim. “When we’re monitoring their calls, they can’t hear us?”
Leo snorted. “God, it must be weird to be so dumb.”
A caravan of rusted National Guard trucks rolled slowly past, soldiers in the open bed hunkered down, eyeing them from under their helmets. The men looked sleepy and unshaven, their uniforms caked with mud, but their weapons were clean and well maintained.
“I got a question,” said Leo, after the caravan passed. “Don’t laugh, though.”
“Okay.”
“I mean it.” Leo cleared his throat. “Lea
“No kidding?”
Leo bobbed his head, eyes half closed. “Four times.
“Last night…well, it was my first time,” he continued, “but it wasn’t the first time for Lea
“You mean…was she faking it?”
“Not exactly. Just…was it incredibly beyond-belief astounding for her too, even though she had done it before?” Leo stared at him. “Don’t laugh, I’m serious.”
“I’m not laughing.” He wasn’t. “Did Lea
“Yes. I think so.”
“So leave it alone. You don’t need any more proof than that.”
A triple-rig Matsushita trailer truck loaded with tanks of fertilizer blew past them, had to be doing a hundred.
“The first time…” Leo hesitated. “The first time we made love…it didn’t last very long.”
“That’s pretty normal.”
Leo shifted in his seat. “I went off as soon as I got inside her.”
“First time…a woman’s a scary thing. Wonderful, but scary.”
“You’re not scared anymore, though, right?”
“Oh, I’m still scared a little bit.” Rakkim laughed. “That’s part of the wonderfulness.”
An abandoned shopping center loomed off the side of the road, a gigantic Wal-Mart store with the windows broken, the roof caved in. There were ruined Wal-Marts all over the Belt, stripped of their goods, covered in graffiti.
“Is there a secret trick?” said Leo. “So I don’t…so I don’t lose it so quick?”
“You should ask your father. I’m not really-”
“My father’s not here and I couldn’t ask him anyway. You’re my friend, aren’t you?”
Rakkim glanced over at him. Leo’s eyes were bugged out waiting for an answer. “Yeah, Leo, I’m your friend.”
“Well?”
“I don’t know what to tell you. Just…try to line up with the woman. Feel like you’re part of her. No, like you’re each part of something new…Or maybe just have fun and let things work themselves out. Come on, the fourth time had to take longer than the first.”
“I was calculating the value of pi in my head. That’s how come I lasted longer.”
“Pi? Like part of a circle or something?”
“The ratio of a circle’s circumference to its diameter.”
“So you were doing geometry while you were making love?”
“I calculated pi to two hundred and fifty-eight decimal places, then I…then I lost my place. Hey! It’s not fu
“I’m sorry.” Rakkim shook his head, trying not to laugh. “Really. It’s just…losing your place?”
“Okay…I get it.”
“Give yourself a break, Leo. Sex doesn’t have to be perfect. Sometimes it is fu
“I want it to be perfect.”
“Sorry, kid, welcome to the monkey house. Ain’t no perfect here.”
They rode in silence for a few miles, going with the flow of traffic, a few car lengths behind a chromed-out blue sedan with a ONE NATION UNDER JESUS bumper sticker. The Jesus on the sticker carried an assault rifle.
“Thanks…for before.” Leo raised his window up and down, up and down. “How long until we get to your friend’s farm?”
“If we’re lucky, we’ll get there in time for di
Leo pulled out the phone. Stared at it.
“When things are over, we’ll bring Moseby back to join them,” said Rakkim. “Imagine the reception you’ll get from Lea
“I wish I could talk to her, that’s all.” Leo slipped the phone back in his pocket. “I miss her. Is that dumb?”
“No.”
“You miss your wife too, sometimes. I can tell. You get quiet. Not your normal quiet, but more of a deeper thing where you hardly move but your eyes are happy. Like when we saw that couple holding hands at the little grocery store, the guy carrying the kid on his shoulders…you were thinking of Sarah, weren’t you?”
Rakkim nodded. Impressed.
“Do you worry about Sarah too? ’Cause I worry about Lea
“More of them than you can imagine, Leo.”
Chapter 22
Coming here today might have been a mistake, but Sarah’s mother needed a break from their apartment, and Michael needed some fresh air. Best place to hide was in a crowd, that’s what Rakkim said. Sarah wished he were here. She would have felt safer.
“Your father loved the Saint Sebastian Day street fair,” Katherine Dougan said to Sarah as the merrymakers eddied around them. “Even after we converted, we always used to sneak out to one of the smaller fairs for chili dogs and beer. He said he liked them better than the elaborate ones, but I think he also thought they were safer-not so many prying eyes. A man in his position…he was supposed to be a moral example, but he had too much life in him for that.”
Maybe a thousand people milled around the intersection in the middle of the Rave
Michael, perched on Sarah’s shoulders, clapped his hands at the juggler, cried out, “Faster, faster.”
Sarah and Katherine were dressed as moderns, in head scarves and brightly colored veils, but wearing baggy trousers and athletic shoes in case they had to make a run for it. The only people looking for Sarah would be the Old One’s spies, but anyone with a long memory might recognize Katherine, and that would be a real problem. President Kingsley had quietly removed her from the most-wanted list a couple years ago, and Spider had hacked the central computer system, expunging her biometric profile along with Sarah’s and Rakkim’s, but that merely protected against surveillance cameras and border-control checks. Idle curiosity could still be disastrous. Sarah rearranged her own veil, made sure her features were obscured.