The Prophet of Yonwood (8 page)

CHAPTER 10 ______________

The Photograph and the Journal

Nickie walked back to Greenhaven, thoughts zooming around in her mind like bees. So much had happened in just two days. She felt a little dizzy with it all. She would read for a while, she decided, to get calmed down.

Her plan for that afternoon was to go through the Look at Later pile. She went into the kitchen to make herself a cup of hot chocolateand it occurred to her all at once that hot chocolate was the perfect thing to give up. It was something she really liked, so it would behard to give up; and doing something hard would strengthen her goodness, just the way exercise strengthened muscles.

So she made a cup of mint tea instead and carried it up to the nursery, where she took her Look at Later pile from the toy cabinet and set it on the window seat. The light was dim there because of the blankets she and Amanda had hung over the windows, and because of the cloudy sky. She pushed one of the blankets aside a little and settled down with a big red pillow at her back. Otis jumped up next to her.

The first thing she wanted to check was that envelope shed begun to look at yesterday. She picked it up and slid out the photograph. It was brownish and had a cardboard backing. It showed six peopletwo men and two women, seated, and two children sitting on the floor in front of them. They wore old-fashioned outfits and had sour looks on their faces, as if they were annoyed with the photographer for making them sit still so long.

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There was something odd about the two men, who sat next to each other in the center of the group. At first Nickie thought one of them was sitting in the other ones lap. She looked closer. The two men, who looked just alike, seemed to be stuck together. Yes! They were joined by what looked like a thick finger of flesh that went from the stomach of one to the stomach of the other. That was why they were sitting in that odd way. They were twinsconnected twins, or something like that. There was another word for it that she couldnt remember.

Under the picture, someone had written, The Mssrs. Bunker and Their Wives, visitors to Greenhaven on June 4, 1868.

Visitors to Greenhaven! They had been here, in this house. She gazed at the picture a long time. How would it be to live your life attached to someone else? You could never get away from each other, not to go for a walk, not in bed at night, not even in the bathroom! If one was sick, the other would have to lie there, too. If one wanted to go downtown and the other wanted to stay home and read the newspaper, theyd have to negotiate about it and try to agree. Each one would always hear everything the other one said. It was the strangest kind of life she could imagine.

She put the picture back in its envelope and took up the small brown notebook that Amanda had brought to her, the one her great-grandfather had written in. She read the first entry again, where he said hed been having odd experiences, and then she read on.

12/10 Its the second-floor bedroom, I think, the one at the west end of the hall. Why there? Some memory being triggered? Cant figure it out.

12/13 Darn hip giving me trouble. Stayed in bed most of the day.

12/19 Althea T. still not speaking much after nearly six months. Brenda B. very worried about her.

He was writing about the Prophet! But then the next entry was about something quite different:

12/27 Could past, present, and future all exist at the same time? And certain people slip around between them? See theories set forth in recent sci. journals. Ask M.

Hmmm. What was that about?

A movement on the sidewalk below caught her attention. She looked out the window. There was Mrs. Beeson, wearing a rain jacket with the hood up over her baseball cap, walking a long-bodied, short-legged dog on a leash. That must be Sausage, Nickie thought. She watched as Mrs. Beeson passed, walked on, and turned in at a house across the street. It was a brick house, old but well cared for, with a straight path that led to a white front door with a tall, narrow window on each side. Two bushes flanked the door, both of them trimmed into neat round shapes like green beach balls. It was a perfect-looking house, Nickie thought, just right for Mrs. Beeson, who was aiming to get rid of all the wrongness in Yonwood. If only the wholeworld could be that way!

She watched until Mrs. Beeson and Sausage had disappeared into the house. Then she lay back on the big red pillow to think for a while, and the next thing she knew, it was twilight outside and Crystals voice was calling from downstairs.

She leapt up and rushed out of the room, not forgetting to cram the rags under the door, and she sped downstairs before Crystal could come up looking for her.

What a day! Crystal said. She hung her coat on the coatrack that stood in the hall. Ive been all over the place. What have you been doing? Just reading?

Mostly, said Nickie.

Found anything interesting?

Lots, Nickie said. This house is just full of interesting stuff. I dont see how you can stand to sell it!

Crystal just shrugged. Interesting stuff like what? she said.

I found a really strange old photograph, for one thing. Wait a second and Ill show you.

She dashed upstairs again. Otis trotted over to her when she went in. Feeling sorry that hed be alone from now till morning, she knelt down and patted him for a while. She rumpled his ears and, when he rolled over, scratched his stomach. Then she took the picture of the twins from its envelope and hurried back downstairs, where she found Crystal talking on the phone.

Try not to worry, Crystal said. Im sure hes fine. Okay. Okay. Bye. She hung up. That was your mother, she said.

Nickie cried, But I wanted to talk to her!

She was exhausted, said Crystal, too tired to talk. She just wanted to let us know that shes had another postcard from your father. I wrote it down for you. She handed Nickie a scrap of paper.

Nickie read:

Dear Rachel and Nickie,

We are working hard here on a big project.

I am well, and I hope both of you are, too. I miss you.

Love, Dad

P.S. Sure would like to have one of Rachels peanut butter cookies right now!

Again, not much news. But also again, a puzzling P.S. She couldnt remember her motherever making peanut butter cookies. What was going on in her fathers mind?

Crystal had gone into the kitchen, and Nickie followed her. Heres the picture, she said, putting it on the table.

Oh, yes! Crystal said. I remember hearing about this! These men are Chang and Eng, who came from Siamthats what we now call Thailand. They were the original Siamese twins. They came to the United States and traveled around being exhibited for years, and then they retired to North Carolina, not far from here. Grandfather told me theyd visited this house onceit was at the time of his great-grandfather, sometime after the Civil War. They must have given this photo to the family as a sort of thank-you gift. She turned the photograph over. Look at this! she exclaimed. Theyve written on the back.

Nickie peered at the old-fashioned handwriting. It said, With gratitude for your hospitality, and it was signed with two names.

If this is authentic, said Crystal, it could be worth something.

How much? said Nickie.

I have no idea. Not a great deal, probably, but something.

Nickie took the photo and turned it over again. I guess those two boys are their children, she said.

Yes, said Crystal. In fact, I think they had something like ten children apiece.

Wouldnt it be hard to be married to Siamese twins? said Nickie, looking at the grumpy faces of the two big women.

I surely think so, said Crystal. In fact, as I recall, the two women were sisters, but they didnt get along. After a while, the twins got themselves two houses, one for each wife, and the husbands alternated between them. She shook her head. Amazing, isnt it, that they managed to work things out at all? I tried twice, under much easier circumstances, and failed both times. She opened up a cupboard and took down a can of soup. Can you bear to have soup again for dinner? she said. Im too tired to do anything else.

Thats okay, said Nickie. She wondered if she should tell Crystal about the Prophet, and Mrs. Beeson, and how Yonwood was battling the forces of evil by building a shield of goodness. But she hesitated. Crystal might decide that Nickie shouldnt be getting involved in that battle. She might decide that Nickie needed more supervision. Nickie didnt want that at all. So all she said was, Crystal, do you think theres going to be a war?

I dont know, Crystal said. Fortunately, Im too busy to think much about it. She cast a quick look at Nickie. Dontyou think about it, either, she said. Theres not much we can do.

Just live good lives, right? Nickie said. Not add to the badness. Thats what you said before.

Uh-huh, said Crystal. She opened the can and scooped the soup into a pot.

So ifeveryone lives good lives, then maybe bad things wont happen, Nickie said. At least not to us. But she could tell Crystal wasnt really listening. She was holding the soup can under the faucet to fill it, but only a feeble trickle of water was coming out.

Something is wrong with the water pressure, she said. We must have a leaky pipe somewhere. And the plumbers were just here! Theyve made it worse instead of better. And of course tomorrow is Sunday, so a plumber will be hard to find. She sighed. Theresso much to do. I suppose I should face the third floor. I havent even been up there.

Nickies heart jumped into her throat. Its just rooms full of boxes, she said. You dont need to see it.

No, I really should. Crystal stirred the soup with one hand and ran the other hand wearily through her hair. I need to see what I have to deal with. Not tonight, though. Ill do it first thing tomorrow morning. Crystal reached for two bowls. Its getting dark, she said. Would you switch the light on?

That was when Nickie remembered. We have to close all the curtains and blinds, she said.

We do? Why?

So we cant be seen from the air, said Nickie. In case theres an attack. She pulled down the kitchen blinds.

Oh, I dont think thats necessary, Crystal said. But if it makes you feel better, go ahead.

Nickie went from room to room, closing curtains and blinds all over the house.

CHAPTER 11 ______________

Trouble Spots

The next morning after breakfast, as soon as Crystal had washed her dishes and disappeared into the bathroom, Nickie raced upstairs. She hooked Otis to his leash and flew down the stairs again. She tiptoed past Crystals room, where she heard the roar of the hair dryer, and zipped out the back door.

At the far end of the garden, she looped Otiss leash around the trunk of a tree. Now, Otis, she said, try to be quiet. Ill come back for you as soon as I can.

Inside again, past Crystals room (this time she heard thepssst-pssst of the hair spray), up the stairs to the nursery. She hid the dog dishes and the dog food in a box of old toys in the closet, tore down the blanket that theyd hung over the doorand then came Crystals steps on the stairs, and her voice calling, Are you up there?

Nickie showed her the two storage rooms first. Oh, horrors, said Crystal, looking at the cobwebby trunks and boxes and suitcases. Itstrue that they never threw anything away. Just looking at it gives me a headache. She went toward the nursery. Whats in here?

Ive been sort of staying in here, Nickie said.

Crystal strode in. She gazed at the rugs, the blankets hung on the walls, the rocking chair and lamps.

I did it, Nickie said. I wanted to make it cozy.

Crystal smiled at her. Well, it is cozy, she said. Its actually quite a nice room. It smells a little funny, though. She wrinkled her nose. Probably there are rats up under the roof. Lets let some air in. She went to the window and thrust it open. The sound of barking and whining floated up from below, but Crystal paid no attention. When we get ready to put the house on the market, she said, we can sell this as a perfect space for a home gym. Or maybe a media center. Screen over thereshe raised her hands, measuring a wall-sized screentheater seats here. Could be quite lovely. What do you think?

But she didnt pause to hear what Nickie thought (which was that she didnt like any of those ideas). She went right on to say that she would decide what to do about all this later, but today, since it was Sunday and she couldnt do much shopping, she was going to take a drive with Len. I dont suppose you want to come, she said.

Whos Len? said Nickie.

The real estate agent.

Oh, said Nickie. No, I dont want to come.

Once Crystal had left, Nickie rescued Otis from the back garden and played with him a long time to make up for his exile. The shoe theyd been using for a toy had turned into a shapeless wad by now, so Nickie found an ancient yellow tennis ball in the closet. Otis adored it. He had to stretch his jaws wide apart to hold it, which made him look as if he were trying to swallow a grapefruit.

When Otis lost interest in chasing the ball and settled down to gnaw on it, Nickie decided that today would be her day to explore Yonwood. It was going to be her home, after all, if she accomplished her Goal #1. And while she was at it, she would keep her eyes open for sinners and trouble spots and anything that had a feeling of wrongness. If she was going to accomplish Goal #3, she needed to understand all this. She would keep her eyes open for Martin, too. She might happen to run into him somewhere, and they might happen to talk to each other. She needed to find out if he was someone she could fall in love with (Goal #2). So far, she couldnt tell. He was nice-looking. He was friendly, sort of. That was enough for a start.

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She walked to the upper end of Main Street, where the school was, empty today because it was Sunday. Though it was still cold and windy, the sun was out. Some boys were shooting baskets in the schoolyard. She looked to see if Martin was one of them, but he was not.