scared Ruth more than anything else. It was no more human than a trout's grin. She saw Bobbi in this woman's eyes, and had certainly felt her in her thoughts ... but there was nothing of Bobbi in the grin.
'Whatever you want, Ruth,' she said. 'Everyone in Haven loves you, you know. I think in a week or two ... three, at the outside ... you'll stop fighting. I just thought I'd offer you the option. If you decide to stay, though, that's fine. In a little while you'll be ... just fine.'
9
She stopped in Cooder's for Tampax. There were none. No Tampax, no Modess, no Sta-Free maxis or minis, no generic pads or tampons.
A hand-lettered sign read: NEW SHIPMENT ARRIVES TOMORROW. SORRY FOR ANY INCONVENIENCE.
10
On July 15th, a Friday, she began having problems with her office phone.
In the morning it was just an annoyingly loud hum which she and the person she was talking to had to shout over. By noon a crackling noise had been added. By two P.m. it had gotten so bad that the phone was useless.
When she got home she found that the phone there wasn't noisy at all. It was just smoothly and completely dead. She went next door to the Fannins' to call the phone company's repair number. Wendy Fannin was making bread in her kitchen, kneading one batch of dough while her mixer worked a second batch.
Ruth saw with a weary lack of surprise that the mixer wasn't plugged into the wall but into what looked like an electronic game with its cover off. It was generating a strong glow as Wendy mixed her bread.
'Sure, go ahead and use the phone,' Wendy said. 'You know
(get out Ruth get out of Haven)
where it is, don't you?'
'Yes,' she said. She started toward the hall, then paused. 'I stopped at Cooder's market. I needed sanitary napkins, but they're all out.'
'I know.' Wendy smiled, showing three gaps in a smile which had been flawless a week before. 'I got the second-to-last box. It will be over soon. We'll "become" a little more and that part will end.'
'Is that so?' Ruth asked.
'Oh, yes,' Wendy said, and turned back to her bread.
The Fannins' phone was working just fine. Ruth was not surprised. The office girl at New England Contel said they would send a man right out. Ruth thanked her, and on her way out she thanked Wendy Fannin.
'Sure,' Wendy said, smiling. 'Whatever you want, Ruth. Everyone in Haven loves you, you know.'
Ruth shuddered in spite of the heat.
The telephone repair crew came and did something to the connection on the side of Ruth's house. Then they ran a test. The phone worked perfectly. They drove away. An hour later, the phone stopped working again.
On the street that evening, she felt a rising whisper of voices in her brain -thoughts as light as leaves kicked into a momentary rustle by a breath of October wind.
(our Ruth we love you all Haven loves)
(but go if you go or change)
(if you stay no one wants to hurt you Ruth so get out or stay)
(yes get out or stay but leave us)
(yes leave us alone Ruth don't interfere let us be let us)
(be be 'become' yes let us 'become' let us alone to 'become')
She walked slowly, head throbbing with voices.
She glanced into the Haven Lunch. Beach Jernigan, the short-order cook, raised a hand to her. Ruth raised one in return. She saw Beach's mouth move, clearly forming the words There she goes. Several men at the counter turned around and waved. They smiled. She saw empty gaps where teeth had been not long ago. She passed Cooder's market. She passed the United Methodist church. Ahead of her now was the town hall with its square brick clock tower. The hands of the clock stood at 7:15 -7:15 of a summer night, and all over Haven men would be opening cold beers and turning radios to the voice of Joe Costiglione and the sound of Red Sox Warmup. She could see Bobby Tremain and Stephanie Colson walking slowly toward the edge of town along Route 9, hand in hand. They had been going together for four years and it really was a wonder Stephanie wasn't pregnant yet, Ruth thought.
Just a July evening with twilight coming on - everything normal.
Nothing was normal.
Hilly Brown and Barney Applegate came out of the library, Hilly's little brother David trailing behind them like the tail of a kite. She asked to see what books the boys had