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
get in touch with that guy Barbara. He’s the one who thought of the Geiger counter in the first place, and boy, he was right on the money. We should get Dr Rusty, too. He just drove by us. Benny tried to wave him down, but he didn’t stop. We’ll get him and Mr Barbara to come to the house, okay? We hafta figure out our next move.’
‘Joe… Mr Barbara is…’
Claire stopped. Was she going to tell her son that Mr Barbara—whom some people had begun referring to as Colonel Barbara—had been arrested on multiple murder charges?
‘What?’ Joe asked. ‘What about him?’ The happy triumph in his voice had been replaced by anxiety. She supposed he could read her moods as well as she could read his. And he had clearly pinned a lot of hope on Barbara—Benny and Norrie had too, probably. This wasn’t news she could keep from them (much as she would have liked to), but she didn’t have to give it to them on the phone.
‘Come home,’ she said. ‘We’ll talk about it here. And Joe—I’m awfully proud of you.’
8
Jimnjiy Sirois died late that afternoon, as Scarecrow Joe and his friends were tearing back toward town on their bikes.
Rusty sat in the hallway with his arm around Gina Buffalino and let her cry against his chest. There was a time when he would have felt exceedingly uncomfortable about sitting this way with a girl who was barely seventeen, but times had changed. You only had to look at this hallway—lit now with hissing Coleman lanterns instead of by fluorescents shining calmly down from the paneled ceiling—to know that times had changed. His hospital had become an arcade of shadows.
‘Not your fault,’ he said. ‘Not your fault, not mine, not even his. He didn’t ask to have diabetes.’
Although, God knew, there were people who coexisted with it for years. People who took care of themselves. Jimmy, a semi-hermit who had lived by himself out on the God Creek Road, had not been one of those. When he had finally driven himself in to the Health Center—last Thursday, this had been—he hadn’t even been able to get out of his car, just kept honking until Ginny came out to see who it was and what was wrong. When Rusty got the old fellow’s pants off, he had observed a flabby right leg that had turned a cold, dead blue. Even if everything had gone right with Jimmy, the nerve damage probably would have been irreversible.
‘Don’t hurt at all, Doc,’ Jimmy had assured Ron Haskell just before slipping into a coma. He had been in and out of consciousness ever since, the leg getting worse, Rusty putting off the amputation even though he knew it had to come if Jimmy were to have any chance at all.
When the power went out, the IVs feeding antibiotics to Jimmy and two other patients continued to drip, but the flowmeters stopped, making it impossible to fine-tune the amounts. Worse, Jimmy’s cardiac monitor and respirator failed. Rusty disconnected the respirator, put a valve mask over the old man’s face, and gave Gina a refresher course on how to use the Ambu bag. She was good with it, and very faithful, but around six o’clock, Jimmy had died anyway.
Now she was inconsolable.
She lifted her tear-streaked face from his chest and said, ‘Did I give him too much? Too little? Did I choke him and kill him?’
‘No. Jimmy was probably going to die anyway, and this way he’s spared a very nasty amputation.’
‘I don’t think I can do this anymore,’ she said, beginning to weep again. ‘It’s too scary. It’s awful now.’
Rusty didn’t know how to respond to this, but he didn’t have to. ‘You’ll be okay,’ a raspy, plugged-up voice said. ‘You have to be, hon, because we need you.’
It was Ginny Tomlinson, walking slowly up the hallway toward them.
‘You shouldn’t be on your feet,’ Rusty said.
‘Probably not,’ Ginny agreed, and sat down on Gina’s other side with a sigh of relief. Her taped nose and the adhesive strips running beneath her eyes made her look like a hockey goalie after a difficult game.’But I’m back on duty, just the same.’
‘Maybe tomorrow—’ Rusty began.
‘No, now.’ She took Gina’s hand. ‘And so are you, hon. Back in nursing school, this tough old RN had a saying: «You can quit when the blood dries and the rodeo’s over.'»
‘What if I make a mistake?’ Gina whispered.
‘Everybody does. The trick is to make as few as possible. And I’ll help you.You and Harriet both. So what do you say?’
Gina gazed doubtfully at Ginny’s swollen face, the damage accented by an old pair of spectacles Ginny had found somewhere. ‘Are you sure you’re up to it, Ms Tomlinson?’
‘You help me, I help you. Ginny and Gina, the Fighting Females.’ She raised her fist. Managing a little smile, Gina tapped Ginny’s knuckles with her own.
‘That’s all very hot shit and rah-rah,’ Rusty said,’but
