a new Knot. That instead of dying in 2070 or 2080, Abra Stone could live a thousand years. Two thousand. But what good would it do?
Was there ever a teenage girl who felt anything less than immortal?
So instead of bargaining, or begging, she screamed defiance down at them. “Fuck you! Fuck you both!”
The girl’s terrible smile widened. “Oh, no,” she said. “You’re the one who’s fucked.”
No creak this time; there was a crack like a rifleshot, and then Rose the Hatless was falling.
9
She hit the ground headfirst and began to cycle at once. Her head was cocked (like her hat, Dan thought) on her shattered neck at an angle that was almost insouciant. Dan held Abra’s hand—flesh that came and went in his own as she did her own cycling between her back stoop and Roof O’ the World—and they watched together.
“Does it hurt?” Abra asked the dying woman. “I hope it does. I hope it hurts a lot.”
Rose’s lips pulled back in a sneer. Her human teeth were gone; all that remained was that single discolored tusk. Above it, her eyes floated like living blue stones. Then she was gone.
Abra turned to Dan. She was still smiling, but now there was no anger or meanness in it.
(I was afraid for you I was afraid she might)
(she almost did but there was someone)
He pointed up to where the broken pieces of the railing jutted against the sky. Abra looked there, then looked back at Dan, puzzled. He could only shake his head.
It was her turn to point, not up but down.
(once there was a magician who had a hat like that his name was Mysterio)
(and you hung spoons on the ceiling)
She nodded but didn’t raise her head. She was still studying the hat.
(you need to get rid of it)
(how)
(burn it Mr. Freeman says he quit smoking but he still does I could smell it in the truck he’ll have matches)
“You have to,” she said. “Will you? Do you promise?”
“Yes.”
(I love you Uncle Dan)
(love you too)
She hugged him. He put his arms around her and hugged her back. As he did, her body became rain. Then mist. Then gone.
10
On the back stoop of a house in Anniston, New Hampshire, in a dusk that would soon deepen to night, a little girl sat up, got to her feet, and then swayed, on the edge of a faint. There was no chance of her falling down; her parents were there at once. They carried her inside together.
“I’m okay,” Abra said. “You can put me down.”
They did, carefully. David Stone stood close, ready to catch her at the slightest knee-buckle, but Abra stood steady in the kitchen.
“What about Dan?” John asked.
“He’s fine. Mr. Freeman smashed up his truck—he had to—and he got a cut”—she put her hand to the side of his face—“but I think he’s okay.”
“And them? The True Knot?”
Abra raised a hand to her mouth and blew across the palm.
“Gone.” And then: “What is there to eat? I’m really hungry.”
11
Fine might have been a bit of an overstatement in Dan’s case. He walked to the truck, where he sat in the open driver’s side door, getting his breath back. And his wits.
We were on vacation, he decided. I wanted to visit my old stomping grounds in Boulder. Then we came up here to take in the view from Roof O’ the World, but the campground was deserted. I was feeling frisky and bet Billy I could drive his truck straight up the hill to the lookout. I was going too fast and lost control. Hit one of the support posts. Really sorry. Damn fool stunt.
He would get hit with one hell of a fine, but there was an upside: he would pass the Breathalyzer with flying colors.
Dan looked in the glove compartment and found a can of lighter fluid. No Zippo—that would be in Billy’s pants pocket—but there were indeed two books of half-used matches. He went to the hat and doused it with the lighter fluid until it was soaking. Then he squatted, touched a match, and flicked it into the hat’s upturned bowl. The hat didn’t last long, but he moved upwind until it was nothing but ashes.
The smell was foul.
When he looked up, he saw Billy trudging toward him, wiping at his bloody face with his sleeve. As they tromped through the ashes, making sure there wasn’t a single ember that might spark a wildfire, Dan told him the story they would tell the Colorado State Police when they