Hesediel looks at me funny.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing. I simply didn’t expect compassion from the Abomination.”
“If you liked that trick, you should see me juggle.”
“How long do we have to wait?”
I check my phone. The battery is down
three quarters.
“Not long. Everybody relax.”
Candy finds a folding chair and brings it to Holly. She’s too nervous to actually sit. She sort of perches on it like a bird ready to take off at the slightest sound.
Bill and I have Maledictions. Hesediel moves to the other side of the room to avoid the smoke. Candy keeps an eye on Holly.
“If this all goes askew, it was good seeing you again, son,” says Bill.
“You too. But don’t worry. We’re going to make it.”
“You that certain?”
“I am.”
“Why?”
“I’m taking Candy to Disney World.”
“I hope you make it too.”
“I hope I survive it. I hate that mouse.”
I check my phone.
“Any minute now.”
We toss our cigarettes and everyone goes on alert. I get Holly to her feet and kick the chair away. Take her to the front of the stage. The others keep lookout behind us.
In a few minutes, Hesediel says, “There.”
She points at a figure moving through the grandstand halfway up the hill. He’s waving a piece of cloth like a white flag.
We wait. Let him come to us. Bill and Hesediel scan the tree line for shooters.
When he finally gets to the stage, Norris Quay says, “Holly, dear, are you all right? Have they hurt you?”
“No. I’m okay.”
She touches the cut over her eye.
“Except for the accident.”
Quay looks better than the last time I saw him. He was a broken-down old man then. Free of his body, he looks a lot more spry.
“Hell agrees with you, Norris. You look like a young Tony Curtis.”