Caroline shrugged. ‘Hey, I’ve been with women. I prefer men, but I was wild in my youth.’
She winked at Barbara. Jesus, thought Barbara, this one is really something. She’s perfect. It was almost as if she were—
An offering. The word was both unexpected, and apt. Could they have known the direction of her thoughts? Could they have sensed the doubts that assailed her? Was this their way of keeping her with them: a gift, like a fly cocooned in silk presented to the spider who stalked the web? It was not beyond the realms of possibility. After all, that was how they worked. That was how she worked. Still, the idea troubled her. She wanted a minute or two alone to consider it. The woman’s presence was somehow overpowering, and the boy was an enigma. He watched them both with a knowingness, his eyes unblinking in that desolate, bleached face.
‘Would you like something to warm you up?’ asked Barbara. ‘Coffee, or tea?’
‘Coffee would be fine.’
‘What about William, or Billy?’
‘Oh, he’ll be okay just as he is. He has a sensitive stomach. It’s been acting up this trip. Better to just leave him be.’
Barbara went to the kitchen. After a minute, during which Barbara could hear her speaking softly to the boy, Caroline followed. She leaned against the counter while Barbara poured water into the coffee machine, and the slow trickle began. Her presence was starting to make Barbara uneasy. Perhaps it had been a mistake to invite her in, but then, if she had been sent by them, why had she not come directly to the house?
Unless she had been on the way to the house when her tire was punctured.
‘You have a lovely home,’ said Caroline.
‘Thank you.’ Barbara realized that she sounded abrupt. ‘I mean, it’s nice of you to say. I decorated it myself.’
‘You have very good taste. By the way, I didn’t mean to be insensitive back there. You know, about your sexuality. I just think that it’s better to be clear on these things, before we go any further.’
‘Are we going further?’ asked Barbara.
‘Would you like to?’
Barbara looked out of the kitchen window. The falling rain resembled static on a TV screen, obscuring the picture so that she could not follow the unfolding narrative. Only the woman named Caroline was clear to her, her reflection apparent in the glass like a waning moon.
I’m right about her, thought Barbara. I feel that I’m right. All traces of desire, of lust, were gone now. It was the disease, Barbara realized. It had debilitated her more than she thought. In the past, she would have been alert to a trap like this, having set so many of them for others. They’d been watching for her, waiting for her. They knew. They knew.
‘What is your name?’ Barbara asked.
‘I told you: my name is Caroline.’
‘No,’ said Barbara. ‘What is your real name?’
The reflection of the woman’s face flickered in the glass, like an image projected from a faulty instrument. For a few moments, she even seemed to disappear, and there was only darkness where once she had been.
‘I have many names,’ she said, as her face was slowly illumined back into existence, lit from within, except that it was different now. Even in the rain-slicked glass, Barbara could tell that she had changed. She was more beautiful, yet also more terrifying.
‘But which is the true name? Which is closest to what you truly are?’
‘Darina,’ said the woman. ‘You can call me Darina.’
Barbara shuddered. Her legs felt weak, and she was grateful that she had the kitchen sink to support her. She suddenly wanted to feel cool water on her face. At worst, it would hide her tears if she began to cry.
‘I’ve heard of you,’ she said. ‘They send you after those who renege. You’re the shadow in the corner, the blood on the glass.’
Another, smaller face joined the woman’s. The child had come.
‘Why are you here?’ asked Barbara. ‘Were you sent as a temptation? As a reward?’
‘No, I am neither of those.’
‘Then why?’
‘Because you have already been tempted, and we fear that you may have succumbed.’
‘Tempted? By what?’
‘By the promise of salvation.’
‘I don’t know what you mean. Who is the boy? Is he really your son?’
In the stories Barbara had heard of this woman, there had been no mention of a child. Sometimes, when it suited her ends, she had worked with others, but they were similar in nature to herself. Barbara had encountered one of