On an entirely normal, beautiful fall day in Chester’s Mill, Maine, the town is inexplicably and suddenly sealed off from the rest of the world by an invisible force field.
Авторы: King Stephen Edwin
to something approximating its normal position. She didn’t scream, but her fingernails tore holes in the paper covering the examination table, and tears poured down her cheeks.
She was calm now—Rusty had given her a couple of Perco-cets—but tears were still leaking from her less swollen eye. Her cheeks were i a puffy purple. Barbie thought she looked a little like Rocky Balboa after the Apollo Creed fight.
‘Look on the bright side,’ he said.
‘Is there one?’
‘Definitely. The Roux girl is looking at a month of soup and milkshakes.’
‘Georgia? I heard she took a hit. How bad?’
‘She’ll live, but it’s going to be a long time before she’s pretty.’
‘That one was never going to be Miss Apple Blossom.’ And, in a lower voice: ‘Was it her screaming?’
Barbie nodded. Georgia’s yowls had filled the whole hospital, it seemed. ‘Rusty gave her morphine, but she didn’t go down for a long time. She must have the constitution of a horse.’
‘And the conscience of an alligator,’ Ginny added in her foggy voice. ‘I wouldn’t wish what happened to her on anybody, but it’s still a damned good argument for karmic retribution. How long have I been here? My darn watch is broken.’
Barbie glanced at his own. ‘It’s now fourteen thirty. So I guess that puts you about five and a half hours on the road to recovery.’ He twisted at the hips, heard his back crackle, and felt it loosen up a litde. He decided Tom Petty was right: the waiting was the hardest part. He reckoned he would feel easier once he was actually in a cell. Unless he was dead. It had crossed his mind that it might be convenient for him to be killed while resisting arrest.
‘What are you smiling about?’ she asked.
‘Nothing.’ He held up a set of tweezers. ‘Now be quiet and let me do this. Soonest begun, soonest done.’
‘I ought to get up and pitch in.’
‘If you try it, the only pitching you’ll do will be straight down to the floor.’
She looked at the tweezers. ‘Do you know what; you’re doing with those?’
‘You bet. I won a gold medal in Olympic Glass Removal.’
‘Your bullshit quotient is even higher than my ex-husband’s.’ She was smiling a little. Barbie guessed it hurt her, even with painkillers on board, and he liked her for it.
‘You’re not going to be one of those tiresome medical people who turns into a tyrant when it’s her turn for treatment, are you?’ he asked.
‘That was Dr Haskell. He ran a big splinter under his thumbnail once, and when Rusty offered to take it out, The Wiz said he wanted a specialist.’ She laughed, then winced, then groaned.
‘If it makes you feel any better, the cop who punched you took a rock in the head.’
‘More karma. Is he up and around?’
‘Yep.’ Mel Searles had walked out of the hospital two hours ago with a bandage wrapped around his head.
When Barbie bent toward her with the tweezers, she instinctively turned her head away. He turned it back, pressing his hand—very gently—against the cheek that was less swollen.
‘I know you have to,’ she said. ‘I’m just a baby about my eyes.’
‘Given how hard he hit you, you’re lucky the glass is around them instead of in them.’
‘I know. Just don’t hurt me, okay?’
‘Okay,’ he said. ‘You’ll be on your feet in no time, Ginny. I’ll make this quick.’
He wiped his hands to make sure they were dry (he hadn’t wanted the gloves, didn’t trust his grip in them), then bent closer. There were maybe half a dozen small splinters of broken spectacle-lens peppered in her brows and around her eyes, but the one he was worried about was a tiny dagger just below the corner of her left eye. Barbie was sure Rusty would have taken it out himself if he’d seen it, but he had been concentrating on her nose.
Make it quick, he thought. He who hesitates is usually fucked.
He tweezed the shard out and dropped it into a plastic basin on the counter. A tiny seed-pearl of blood welled up where it had been. He let out his breath.’Okay. Nothing to the rest of these. Smooth sailing.’
‘From your lips to God’s ear,’ Ginny said.
He had just removed the last of the splinters when Rusty opened the door of the exam room and told Barbie he could use a little help. The PA was holding a tin Sucrets box in one hand.
‘Help with what?’
‘A hemorrhoid that walks like a man,’ Rusty said.’This anal sore wants to leave with his ill-gotten gains. Under normal circumstances I’d be delighted to see his miserable backside going out the door, but right now I might be able to use him.’
‘Ginny?’ Barbie asked. ‘You okay?’
She made a waving gesture at the door. He had reached it, following after Rusty, when she called, ‘Hey, handsome.’ He turned back ^nd she blew him a kiss.
Barbie
