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Hawthorne kept on toward Pierce, the third in the row of residence cottages. He hoped to find Jessica, to see if she was all right. The night, or what was fast becoming night, was without limit or order. Hawthorne knew the snow would eventually end, yet at that moment it seemed immense and endless. His anxiety increased. What was wrong with Be
Alice Beech was the only adult in Pierce. Ruth Standish and Tom Hastings didn’t appear to be at the school; at least there weren’t lights on in the dormitory cottages where they lived. Alice had set aside her nurse’s white uniform for faded jeans and a burgundy fleece sweatshirt. A dozen students were with her, including Tank Donoso, but Jessica wasn’t among them. The students were camped out in the downstairs living room and had collected mattresses and blankets so they could remain together. There was a fire in the fireplace. The table was strewn with candles, kerosene lanterns, loaves of white bread, bags of cookies, packages of cheese and bologna, two gallons of milk, and two gallons of orange juice. The students were sitting on the mattresses with blankets over their shoulders. They seemed excited and cheerful. A radio was playing jazz from the Vermont NPR station.
“We raided the kitchen,” said Alice rather proudly. “No telling how long we’ll be stuck here. The lights will probably go out at any moment; that’s what always happens.”
“Has Jessica been here?” asked Hawthorne. His glasses had again steamed over and he held them in his hand. The room appeared vague and unfocused.
“I’m afraid not. Her kitten’s here someplace. We gave it some milk.”
“I’ve got it,” said a girl in the corner, and she pulled back her blanket so Hawthorne could see the sleeping kitten.
“She was on her way over here,” said Hawthorne. Could she have gotten lost in the storm? That seemed unlikely. The lights were visible from Emerson. “Do you have a cell phone?”
“I’m afraid not. I asked for one last spring but Fritz said it was an u
“Have you seen anyone else? What about Bill Dolittle?”
“I haven’t seen him. Fritz was here an hour ago but no one else,” said Alice.
“He didn’t even say yo,” said Tank, who sat on a mattress with a dark blue blanket over his head and tucked around his chin, which made him look oddly nu
Hawthorne accepted a mug of hot tea and a cookie from Alice, who had a thermos. They spoke of the storm and the difficulties it presented. Hawthorne brushed the snow from his jacket. A few drops fell on a table where two boys were playing chess. They looked at him severely.
“We’ve been telling stories, but no ghost stories,” said Alice. “That’s the rule. Nothing scary. You’re welcome to stay if you like. We’ve got lots of blankets from the other dorms in case the furnace stops.”
But Hawthorne kept worrying about Jessica. After another minute, he moved toward the door and zipped up his jacket.
“I’ll be back later,” he said.
Tank got to his feet. “You want some company, bro?”
Glancing at him, Hawthorne was again impressed by his physical bulk. Then he said, “You stay here where it’s warm.”
“The radio says we’ll get three feet,” said Alice.
“Fucking A,” said Tank. “We can chill here till Wednesday.”
Hawthorne made his way back through the drifts. He wanted to see if the Reverend Be
It was past six o’clock, but it could have been much later or no time at all, a period outside of time—just wind and blustering snowflakes. Hawthorne’s fingers were cold in his gloves and he tried to keep them in his pockets. Every minute or so he looked up to see if he was going in the right direction. He could feel the muscles ache on the insides of his thighs from constantly lifting his legs. Early in the fall he’d discovered a row of ancient-looking snowshoes on a back wall of the garage and he had laughed at the idea of ever needing them. Hawthorne had never used snowshoes; the closest he had come was cross-country skis, but even that had been on manicured trails.
He plunged across the lawn toward Stark Hall. The chapel was dark, but he could see a single light in the Be
Hawthorne climbed the steps at the rear of Stark. The door to the Be
“Who is it?” came a voice. It was the chaplain’s, but it sounded gruffer.
“Jim Hawthorne.”
“What do you want?”
“Do you have a cell phone?” Hawthorne kept his flashlight pointed down at the floor, filling the lobby with a dull yellow glow.
There was the sound of the door being unlocked, then it opened about two inches. A chain kept it from opening any further. “What did you say?” One of the Reverend Be
“I asked if you had a cellular phone.”
“Have you seen Roger?”
Hawthorne stepped back from the door. “I saw him outside half an hour ago. He was looking for Fritz. Do you have a cell phone?”
“I sent it back—too much static. What about LeBrun, have you seen him?”
“He should be over in the kitchen getting food for the remaining students.” Hawthorne didn’t want to tell her what her husband had said. “You haven’t seen Jessica Weaver, have you?” He could see the shadow of the chaplain’s body through the crack in the door. He wondered why she kept the door chained. She didn’t answer his question about Jessica. Hawthorne could hear her breathing. “What’s going on?” he asked after another moment. “What’s Roger doing with Fritz and LeBrun?”
The Reverend Be
“What are you talking about?” He lifted his light so he could see her more clearly.
Harriet Be
He considered walking over to the faculty houses. Perhaps Skander had a cell phone, or Herb Frankfurter, or Ted Wrigley, even Betty Sherman. He was almost certain that Gene Strauss had a cell phone, but he was supposed to be away that weekend, although his wife might be home. But it would take fifteen minutes to get over there and Hawthorne wanted to look through Emerson once again. Perhaps Jessica was still in the kitchen.
He made his way along the driveway toward Emerson Hall. The spikes topping the metal fence outside of Emerson all had little caps of white. Hawthorne looked up toward the light in the bell tower, which shifted and grew dimmer, then brighter as the snow blew across it. He could just make out one of the gargoyles staring down at him and the scaffolding from the roof repairs. He continued to the front of the building and used the railing to help pull himself up.