Insomnia

“Ralph, don’t mess with him!” McGovern called from his place of relative safety on the sidewalk.

Ralph paid no attention. He simply remained where he was, propped on his elbows and looking attentively up at Ed. He was still angry and afraid, but these emotions had begun to be overshadowed by a strange, chilly fascination. This was madness he was looking at-the genuine article-no comichook super-villain here, no Norman Bates, no Captain Ahab. It was just Ed Deepneau who worked down the coast at Hawking Labs-one of those eggheads, the old guys who played chess at the picnic area out on the extension would have said, but still a nice enough fella for a Democrat.

Now the nice enough fella had gone totally bonkers, and it hadn’t just happened this afternoon, when Ed had seen his wife’s name on a petition hanging from the Community Bulletin Board in the Shop) n Save. Ralph now understood that Ed’s madness was at least a year old, and that made him wonder what secrets Helen had been keep and what is behind her normal cheery demeanor and su

And then there’s Natalie, he thought. What’s she seen? What’s she experienced? Besides, of course, being carried across Harris Avenue and the Red Apple parking lot on her staggering, bleeding mother’s hip?

Ralph’s arms broke out in goosebumps.

Ed had begun to pace, meanwhile, crossing and recrossing the cement path, trampling the zi

He looks the same now as he did when he took after the guy driving that pick up truck. Like a barnyard, rooster protecting his little piece of the flock.

“None of this is strictly her fault, I admit that.” Ed spoke rapidly, pounding his right fist into his open left palm as he walked through the cloud of spray thrown by the sprinkler. Ralph realized he could see every rib in Ed’s chest; the man looked as if he hadn’t had a decent meal in months.

“Still, once stupidity reaches a certain level, it becomes hard to live with,” Ed went on. “She’s like the Magi, actually coming to King Herod for information. I mean, how dumb can you get? Where is he that is born King of the Jews?” To Herod they say this. I mean, Wise Men my ass! Right, Ralph?”

Ralph nodded. Sure, Ed. Whatever you say, Ed.

Ed returned the nod and went on tramping back and forth through the spray and the ghostly interlocking rainbows, smacking his fist into his palm. “It’s like that Rolling Stones song-’Look at that, look at that, look at that stupid girl.” You probably don’t remember that one, do you?” Ed laughed, a jagged little sound that made Ralph think of rats dancing on broken glass.

McGovern knelt beside him. “Let’s get out of here, he muttered.

Ralph shook his head, and when Ed swung back in their direction, McGovern quickly got up and retreated to the sidewalk again.

“She thought she could fool you, is that it?” Ralph asked. He was still lying on the lawn, propped up on his elbows. “She thought you wouldn’t find out she signed the petition.”

Ed leaped over the walk, bent over Ralph, and shook his clenched fists over his head like the bad guy in a silent movie. “No-No-Noo!”

he cried.

The Jefferson Airplane had been replaced by the Animals, Eric Burdon growling out the gospel according to John Lee Hooker: Boom-boom-boom-boom, go

“Finding out that she signed the petition was fate! Simple fate!

Do you mean to tell me you don’t see that? Don’t insult my intelligence, Ralph! You may be getting on in years, but you’re far from stupid. The thing is, I go down to the supermarket to buy baby-food, how’s that for irony, and find out she’s signed on with the babvkillers.” The Centurions! With the Crimson King himself! And do you know what? I… just… saw… red…

“The Crimson King, Ed? Who’s he?”

“Oh, please.” Ed gave Ralph a cu

Matthew, chapter 2, verse 16. Do you doubt it-? Do you have any fucking question that it says that?”

“No. If you say so, I believe it,” Ed nodded. His eyes, a deep and startling shade of green, darted here and there. Then he slowly leaned forward over Ralph, planting one hand on either side of Ralph’s arms. It was as if he meant to kiss him. Ralph could smell sweat, and some sort of aftershave that had almost completely faded away now, and something else-something that smelled like old curdled milk. He wondered if it might be the smell of Ed’s madness.

An ambulance was coming up Harris Avenue, ru

“You better,” Ed breathed into his face. “You just better believe it.”

His eyes stopped wandering and centered on Ralph’s.

“They are killing the babies wholesale,” he said in a low voice which was not quite steady. “Ripping them from the wombs of their mothers and carrying them out of town in covered trucks. Flatbeds for the most part. Ask yourself this, Ralph: how many times a week do you see one of those big flatbeds tooling down the road? A flatbed with a tarp stretched across the back? Ever ask yourself what those trucks were carrying? Ever wonder what was under most of those tarps?”

Ed gri

“They burn most of the fetuses over in Newport. The sign says landfill, but it’s really a crematorium. They send some of them out of state, though. In trucks, in light planes. Because fetal tissue is extremely valuable. I tell you that not just as a concerned citizen, but as an em Ralph, ployee of Hawking Laboratories. Fetal tissue is… more… valuable… than gold.”

He turned his head suddenly and stared at Bill McGovern, who had crept a little closer again in order to hear what Ed was saying.

“YEA, MORE VALUABLE THAN GOLD AND MOPE PRECIOUS THAN RUBIES!” he screamed, and McGovern leaped back, eyes widening in fear and dismay.

“DO YOU KNOW THAT, YOU OLD FAGGOT?”

“Yes,” McGovern said. “I… I guess I did.” He shot a quick glance down the street, where one of the police cars was now backing out of the Red Apple lot and turning in their direction. “I might have read it somewhere. In Scientific American, perhaps.”

“Scientific American!” Ed laughed with gentle contempt and rolled his eyes at Ralph again, as if to say You see what I have to deal with.

Then his face grew sober again. “Wholesale murder,” he said, “just as in the time of Christ. Only now it’s the murder of the unborn. Not just here, but all over the world. They’ve been slaughtering them by their thousands, Ralph, by their Millions, and do you know why? Do you know why we’vere-entered the Court of the Crimson King in this new age of darkness?”

Ralph knew. It wasn’t that hard to Put together, if you had enough pieces to work with. If you had seen Ed with his arm buried in a barrel of chemical fertilizer, fishing around for the dead babies he had been sure he would find.