The Prophet of Yonwood (19 page)

Overhead, the clouds had gathered and darkened, filling in the whole sky.

Looks like its going to snow, said Grover.

CHAPTER 26 ______________

Catastrophe

How was the open house? Nickie asked.

Lovely, said Crystal.

And did anyone want to buy the house?

Well, we have an offer, said Crystal. She didnt sound as happy as Nickie thought she would.

From who?

A couple named Hardesty. Retired, children grown. Looking to start a senior health center. Vitamins, herbal remedies, exercise equipment. A library with books about how to cope with hair loss and stiff joints and swollen ankles and that sort of thing. Crystal looked dispirited. I dont love the idea, she said. But they offered a good price, and theyre ready to sign as soon as they sell their house in the city. I called your mother about it. She thinks we should accept.

So it was over. Goal #1 lostno hope at all. Once again, that night Nickie crept upstairs after Crystal had gone to sleep and spent the night in the nursery with Otis. He curled up close under her chin. His fur smelled of the woods.

In the morning, Nickie got up while the sky was still dark. She took Otis out, stood with him in the cold while he did what he needed to do, and took him back upstairs. Then she climbed into the bed in her regular room to wait for the light.

As soon as a gray streak showed in the gap between the curtains, Nickie got up and got dressed. She moved quietly. In the chilly kitchen, she made herself some toast and drank a glass of milk. Then she went out to see what was going to happen when Mrs. Beesons helpers came to get the dogs.

She didnt know when or where the dog pickups would startbut as it turned out, it was easy to find them. As soon as she got down the hill, she saw a school bus moving slowly down Main Street. There were no children in it. At Trillium Street, it turned right. A blue van behind it made the same turn; on the vans side, in white letters, was printed Church of the Fiery Vision. In the front seat, next to the driver, Nickie saw Mrs. Beeson. Other people were in the van, too. It was full.

Nickie followed the bus, walking fast.

The bus and the van pulled up at a small brown house. Out of the van climbed Mrs. Beeson and several men, including all four of Yonwoods police officers. One of the policemen knocked on the front door of the house.

A man came to the door, leading a medium-sized brown-and-white spaniel. He patted the dog twice and then went quickly back inside and shut the door. The policeman led the dog to the bus and lifted it inside. Everyone got back in the van, and it moved on.

This is how it wentNickie followed and watched it all. Other people trailed after the bus, too; she saw Martin among them, nodding sternly as he watched the dogs being collected. How could she ever have thought she liked him?

All around her, people commented on what was happening. Most of them had decided, it seemed, that Mrs. Beeson was doing the right thing. Its hard, of course, said a stout middle-aged woman in a green knit hat. But doing the right thing justis hard sometimes, isnt it? I dont have a dog myself, but if I did, Id give it up in a heartbeat.

A bald man in round glasses nodded. I know a lot of people who had trouble with this, he said, but once they made the decision, they were proud of themselves. They feltstrong, you know what I mean?

Nickie thought of how giving up hot chocolate had made her feel: strong, yes, and proud of herself for doing a hard thing. But how could you feel that way about your dog, who was going to be thrown out into the cold? It wasnt justyou giving something up; you were making the dogs give up their home, and maybe their lives.

The woman in the green hat nodded. We have to trust in our Prophet and put aside our own selfish feelings, she said. For the good of all.

But it was hard for Nickie to see the good in what was going on. At each dog-owning household, the bus stopped, the police went to the door, knocked, and then waited while the people inside put the leash on their dog and brought him or her out. Some people put on a brave or saintly face like the first man: they simply patted the dog once or twice on the head and then went back inside and closed the door and did not watch the men lead the dog away. At other houses, there were scenes, especially if children lived there. Loud crying came from inside, and some children even broke away from their parents and ran out and grabbed their dogs collar, screaming, No, no, you cant take him! and the policeman had the sad duty of uncurling the fingers from the collar, and the parents had to wrestle the child back inside. A very few families refused to open their doors at all. Mrs. Beeson wrote down their addresses.

After about an hour, when a second and third bus had been added to the first to hold all the dogs, and a chorus of barking, whining, and howling came from the bus windows, Nickie began to tremble, as if she had a hard-beating heart in every part of her body. Her teeth chattered, but not just from the cold. Suddenly she couldnt stand it anymore. She ran, heading back home to get Otis and hide him where no one could find him, just in case, just incase, somehow the dog bus came to Greenhaven.

As she ran, she kept saying to herself, Its all right, its all right, no one knows hes there, I have plenty of time, hes safe, no one knows about him, only Amanda and Grover, so hes all right. But still, the sound of barking and shouting followed her as she ran.

Crystal would probably be there. But Nickie didnt care anymore if Crystal found out about Otis. Shed have to find out soon anyway. It was time for her to know. And Crystal would help her hide himwouldnt she? She wouldnt let him be taken away.

But when she got to Greenhaven, Crystals car wasnt there. Where could she have gone? Out to breakfast? It didnt matter. Nickie raced up the path and bounded up the stone steps. She opened the front door and dashed inside and started up the stairs. And stopped short just before reaching the second floor, because there was Amanda, standing at the top of the stairs with Otis in her arms.

Nickie staredbut then relief swept through her. Oh! she said. You thought of it, too!

Amanda didnt move. Thought of what? she said. Otis licked her neck, and she lifted her chin to get away from his tongue.

To hide Otis, said Nickie. So they wont find him. Even though nobody knows hes here, it would be better

They do know hes here, said Amanda. She still didnt move.

Oh, no! They do? Then we have to hurry! How do they know? Come on, lets

I told Mrs. Beeson, said Amanda in a cool, flat voice.

You what? Nickies heart seemed to stop.

I called her up and told her. Course I did. Did you think Id want to mess up everything? Did you think Id go against the Prophet?

Nickie ran at Amanda and grabbed at Otis with both hands. Amanda pulled him away. No! she cried. She said no dogs! I have to take him!

You cant take him! Nickie reached again for Otis, who was now thrashing wildly in Amandas grip, but Amanda darted to the side and turned her back, clutching Otis close to her chest, and when Nickie came at her again and grabbed her arm, she made a sudden ferocious twist, sending Nickie staggering across the floor, and turned back toward the stairway. Nickie got her balance and came after her.

When Amanda reached the top of the stairs, Nickie was close behind. She could have pushed her. It would have been easy. Amanda would have dropped Otis, whod have scrambled away, and she would have fallen down the whole length of those hard, polished steps. She might have broken bones. She might have been killed. The urge to push her was so strong that Nickie just barely kept herself from doing it. Instead she grabbed for Amandas shirttail, Amanda jerked away, and Nickie fell back and sat down hard on the top step.

Before she could get up, Amanda was halfway down the stairs. Nickie followed, but Amanda was too far ahead. When Nickie reached the bottom step, Amanda was at the front door, throwing it open. When Nickie got to the front door, Amanda was racing down the path toward the sidewalk. And when Nickie made it to the sidewalk, Amanda was running as fast as she could toward the corner of Cloud and Trillium streets, where the blunt yellow nose of the school bus was just coming into view.

That was when the sobs came up in Nickies throat and the tears flew from her eyes, and she kept running and crying, but only for half a block, because she could see the man coming down from the bus and Amanda running up to him and holding out Otis, and the man taking Otis into the bus. At that point Nickie stood still and screamed. Someone came out of a house and scowled at her. She screamed again. The bus moved on, turning a corner. She ran after it, crying so hard she could scarcely breathe, but it turned another corner and disappeared.

Two desperate urges arose in her: one was to find Amanda and choke her to death, and the other was to find Crystal and make her drive after the school bus, so she could get Otis back.

Finding Otis was more important than choking Amanda. But where was Crystal? Nickie stood in the street looking wildly around, rooted to the spot, trying to think what to do. Maybe Crystal had left her a note. She ran back to Greenhaven and dashed from room to room, but no note was there. Maybe Crystal was at the restaurant. With trembling hands, she fumbled through the phone book and found the number, but when she asked if Crystal was there, the person who answered said no. Finally she ran outside again and stood in the street. Could she run downtown and try to find the school bus and somehow bash her way into it and rescue Otis? She didnt know. She couldnt think. Her breath came in hiccupy sobs, and her heart was running like an engine out of control. She wailed; she couldnt help ita long, wavery wail.

And at that moment, Crystals car came around the corner. It drove up the street and pulled in at the curb, and instantly Nickie was beside it, pounding on the window, which Crystal rolled down.

Theyve taken Otis! Nickie cried. Amandashe cameshebetrayed me and stole Otis and hes in the bus with all the dogs! You have to help! Please, please! If we follow the bus, we could get him

Crystal gaped at her. She had a paper cup of coffee in her hand. A white bakery bag was on the seat beside her. What in the world are you talking about? she said.

Theyre taking thedogs ! Nickie cried. Theres no time to explain! Please, please, can you just drive me? And Ill tell you about it while we go.

Nickies frantic face must have persuaded Crystal. All right, she said. Jump in.

CHAPTER 27 ______________

The Chase

As fast as she could, in a few short sentences, Nickie told Crystal everything.

Crystal kept interrupting, turning to Nickie with wide eyes and a dropped jaw.

You mean youve had adog up there all this time?

There was agirl in thecloset ?

Youve beenbattling the forces ofevil ?

She says dogs are doingwhat ?

But all Nickie wanted was to find out where the buses had gone. Never mind, never mind, she said. She was still having trouble talking because of breathing so hard and shaking. Ill tell you later. Go that way. She pointed down Cloud Street. Thats where Amanda gaveBut then it turned the corner, I think onto Birch Streetand that was maybe five minutes ago, or ten, so I dont know where the bus is now.

Crystal headed down Cloud Street. Where did this Prophet woman say they were going to take the dogs?

Into the woods, she said. Far away, into the woods where they belong, and then let them go so they can be wild the way theyre supposed to be.

Odd, said Crystal, driving through the neighborhood as fast as possible without actually squealing the tires. Dogs havent been wild for several hundred thousand years. Not most dogs, anyway. They need us.

And we need them! Nickie wailed. I need Otis!

They curved up onto Spruce Street but saw nothing. No one was in the street. A few snowflakes sifted down from the sky and landed on the cars windshield. Crystal put on the wipers. She headed down Grackle Street and turned onto Main Street.

Nickie shouted, Look! and pointed ahead. Far down at the other end of Main Street was a patch of bright yellow. The bus!

But a moment later it turned off Main Street and was gone.

It went to the right, said Nickie. Thats High Peak Road; it goes up the mountain. So that means theyve finished collecting the dogs, and theyre taking them away. Can we go faster?

Crystal stepped on the gas. If wedo catch up to the buses, she said, what happens next?

We just follow them till they stop. Nickie was leaning forward, both hands gripping the dashboard. Then when they let the dogs out, we grab Otis.

What about everybody elses dogs?

I dont know. I wish we could save them, too.

What if the people on the bus refuse to let us have Otis?

I dont know, I dont know, said Nickie. Lets just go really fast.

They turned up High Peak Road. It was a narrow, winding road, with the ranks of trees standing close on either side. The snow was falling faster now, whirling toward them, making it hard to see. Crystal slowed down. There was no sign of the buses.

I dont know, said Crystal. This might not be a good idea.

Nickie said nothing. She kept her eyes glued forward, staring through the spinning whiteness. How would Otis survive in a snowstorm? He was little. He didnt know how to get his own food.

Crystal glanced over at her. Why didnt you tell me about this dog before?

I thought youd take him to the pound. You said you would.

I did? Crystal shook her head. So youve been getting fond of him all this time, havent you?

Nickie nodded. Tears came to her eyes again, and she couldnt speak.

I dont get it, Crystal said. This Prophet woman says the love you give a dog is subtracted from the love you give God. Have I got that right?

Nickie nodded. The sky was growing darker as afternoon turned to evening. The shadows in the woods were so thick she could no longer see between the trees.

So would that apply to cats, too, I wonder? Parakeets? Hamsters? Undeserving people? How do you decide whats okay to love, according to the Prophet?