small vial of morphine, foresight being a cardinal virtue.
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While we were taking our lunchtime places in the Refectory, Aunt Helena commented on the absence of Aunt Victoria and Aunt Immortelle. “I believe they are fasting,” I said. “I glimpsed them in the Hildegard Library Reading Room yesterday, studying their Bibles. They are hoping for guidance during their upcoming mission.”
“Commendable,” said Aunt Helena. She continued her discreet head-counting. “Where is our new convert, Jade?”
“Perhaps she is ill,” I said. “A female complaint.”
“I will go and see,” said Aunt Helena. “Perhaps she needs a hot water bottle. Doorway C, is it?”
“How kind of you,” I said. “Yes. I believe hers is the garret room on the third floor.” I hoped Nicole had left her elopement note in a prominent location.
Aunt Helena hurried back from her visit to Doorway C, giddy with the excitement of her discovery: the girl Jade had eloped. “With a plumber named Garth,” Aunt Helena added. “She claims to be in love.”
“That is unfortunate,” I said. “We shall have to locate the pair, administer a reprimand, and make sure that the marriage has been properly performed. But Jade is very uncouth; she would not have made a reputable Aunt. Look on the bright side: the population of Gilead may well be augmented by this union.”
“But how could she have met such a plumber?” said Aunt Elizabeth.
“There was a complaint about a lack of bathwater this morning from Doorway A,” I said. “They must have called in the plumber. Clearly it was love at first sight. Young people are impetuous.”
“No one in the Hall is supposed to take baths in the morning,” said Aunt Elizabeth. “Unless someone has been breaking the rules.”
“That is not out of the question, unfortunately,” I said. “The flesh is weak.”
“Oh yes, so weak,” Aunt Helena agreed. “But how did she get out through the gate? She doesn’t have a pass, it wouldn’t have been allowed.”
“Girls of that age are very agile,” I said. “I expect she climbed over the Wall.”
We continued with lunch—dry sandwiches and something ruinous that had been done to tomatoes, and a dessert of runny blancmange—and by the end of our humble meal the girl Jade’s premature flight, her acrobatic feat of Wall-climbing, and her headstrong choice to fulfill her womanly destiny in the arms of an enterprising Economan plumber were general knowledge among us.
XXIV
THE NELLIE J. BANKS
Transcript of Witness Testimony 369B
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We pulled up beside the ship. On the deck were three shadows; a flashlight shone briefly. We climbed up the rope ladder.
“Sit on the edge, swing your feet over,” said a voice. Someone took my arm. Then we were standing on the deck.
“Captain Mishimengo,” said the voice. “Let’s get you inside.” There was a low hum and I felt the ship moving.
We went into a little cabin with blackout curtains on the windows and some controls and what was likely a ship’s radar, though I didn’t have a chance to look at it closely.
“Glad you made it,” said Captain Mishimengo. He shook our hands; he had two fingers missing. He was stocky, about sixty, with tanned skin and a short black beard. “Now here’s our story, supposing you’re asked: this is a cod schooner, solar, with fuel backup. Flag of convenience is Lebanon. We’ve delivered a cargo of cod and lemons by special licence, which means the grey market, and now we’re heading back out. You’ll need to stay out of sight during the day: I heard from my contact, via Bert who dropped you at the dock, that they’re bound to be looking for you soon. There’s a place for you to sleep, in the hold. If there’s an inspection, coast guard, it won’t be thorough, it’s guys we know.” He rubbed his fingers together, which I knew meant money.
“Have you got any food?” I asked. “We haven’t eaten much all day.”
“Right,” he said. He told us to wait there and came back with a couple mugs of tea and some sandwiches. They were cheese, but it wasn’t Gilead cheese, it was real cheese: goat cheese with chives, a kind Melanie had liked.
“Thank you,” said Agnes. I’d started eating but I mumbled thanks with my mouth full.
“Your friend Ada says hello, and see you soon,” Captain Mishimengo said to me.
I swallowed. “How do you know Ada?”
He laughed. “Everyone’s related. Around here, anyways. We used to go deer-hunting in Nova Scotia together, back in the day.”
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We reached our sleeping place by going down a ladder.