Death's Excellent Vacation - By Charlaine Harris & Toni L. P. Kelner Page 0,19
backpack, but no flaming red hair—
He touches something, touches her. Pulls Lan out of the water, her hair a river of blood down her back, her face blue. Throws her down onto the bank. How to get water out of lungs? He makes up something, moving air, moving water. Feels something in her dark and alien as death. Then feels her retching cough.
“What am I looking for?” he yells at her. Another part of him is a net, dredging. “Help me find them!”
In the end he recognizes them only because there are the same number of them as before. There were five girls, one boy, two men; now, one girl, a snake, a great brown bear, five little beasts. A bedraggled kitten stares up at him, a sobbing round badger clutches a girl’s glasses in one wet paw. The girl has a long braid. The bear has a Red Sox cap.
They look at him with adoration, as if he could solve all their problems, and their superhero is so lonely he could howl.
HE and Lan have sent the kids back to the cabin to bathe, and they stand outside to give the kids privacy. Lan says they want privacy. Lan’s changed her clothes, but she’s still shivering. He warms the air around her, moving it gently. Protector. They watch through the windows. Through the steamy glass he sees them, bedraggled, silt-smeared animals filing into his shower, little girls coming out wrapped in his towels. A kittenish girl, a round brown girl with a tilted chin and pointed nose. The bear has the lazy man’s lumbering, rolling walk, the boy has a girl’s shy smile.
“Cold water makes them—change. They change their shape. Hot water turns them back into human,” Lan says, her teeth chattering still.
“How did you do that to them?”
“I don’t know! As if I knew!”
“There’s got to be some way to undo it.”
“There was another spring. It’s gone.”
It’s another kind of Talent from anything he knows. “I don’t believe in this. It’s magic.”
“But you can fly,” she says, half laughing and half shivering.
“I don’t have to believe in myself.”
She watches the kids through the window. “Maybe all kinds of magic exist. Somewhere, in a cave, a family of werewolves is reading old Green Force comics and saying, ‘Of course he isn’t real.’ Ghosts are reading Sir Gawain and the Green Knight and saying what you’re a metaphor for. And the bats sleep through the day and dream of all of us.”
He thinks of the Bat in his Cave. “And we’d all rather be human.”
“I thought you could make them human again. Or at least give them time. You don’t get old—”
“No,” he says sharply. “No.”
When his parents began to get old, he thought about fixing their aging bodies. “There are stories about things I did. Humans getting old but not able to die. People turning into trees. They weren’t trees. You don’t want me messing with those kids.”
I want to die. I want to get old and older and oldest and die, and turn into a tree, into a rock. I’ve been a man.
She shudders, cold or dispirited. “What can you do, then?”
“When my wife got old, I did nothing. That’s what I could do for her. I did nothing.”
“No.” She turns toward him. In the half dark where they are watching, her eyes have turned dark as prophecy. “What can you do?”
“I don’t understand.”
“Move the light,” she says. “Move the light from the window. Can you do that?”
He moves it an inch to the right. Parlor trick.
“You can move light. But you got the kids to cover up the igloo because you were worried about satellites. You moved the water out of my lungs, but you didn’t move the fog off the lake. You heated the air for me, but you didn’t cool it for them. Here we are standing out in the cold. What can you do? I mean, have you ever thought about it? In an organized way?”
She’s shouting at him. I can get old, he thinks. I can be old like a bitter old man. I can be bitter.
But I can’t be an old man.
I can’t be a man at all.
The kids are looking out the window at him, adoring, hoping for miracles.
“Who are you?” he says. “What right have you to ask me to do anything? You and they will be dead by the time I’ve had my lunch. You want me to do anything for you? You want me to care about you?