Kesh (11 page)

“What kinds of unfortunate things?”

“Well, first, son, I don't know for sure if any of this is true or if Garou had anything at all to do with any of it, but things—all kinds of things happen. Three years ago, a local attorney named Tommy Watson teamed up with a chemistry professor from the college to investigate suspicions of toxic dumping at the plant. People say they found what they were looking for, and they were about to bring charges up in state court, when both were killed in a freak car accident. The rumors say a few others knew about the dumping, but they got the message, and the whole thing just disappeared without a whimper.”

“But it could have been an accident, right?”

“Sure. Accidents happen. In the case of Garou Chemical, a lot of accidents happen. Some years back one of the former executives of the company called a press conference, there were rumors he was going to give the newspapers the scoop on the company's polluting ways, but the guy supposedly slipped in his tub, hit his head, and died that morning. Then, I heard about a group of kids who were swimming down by the plant. When they got home, they told their parents they had seen pipes coming out of the river bank dumping thick, smelly crud into the water. The parents, all friends of ours, were Milly and Edmund Carter, Leroy and Anna Nordstrom, and Erick and Kasey Young. I was told they agreed to tell the police, and maybe they did, but all three families moved away that summer before anything came out. I've heard other stories too.”

“Like what? What other stories?”

“They're just rumors, and I think I've said enough. All we know for certain is that anyone who says anything against Garou Chemical ends up with serious problems.”

“But you might be wrong, right Dad? Do you know any of this is fact? I mean, there is no proof, is there? Besides, don't we need factories? Doesn't Garou Chemical make things we need, and doesn't it give people jobs?” Kesh knew the answers to these questions, but he grasped for one last chance that the factory was a good thing, and that he wasn't getting into something as dangerous as it was beginning to seem. It hit him now. He and a couple of other kids were supposed to fight this monster and his factory. That was bad enough. But more and more, he was starting to see just how bad it could be. He was getting scared.“Kesh, factories don't have to be bad. Many, if not most, factories are run by people who care about other people and the earth, but too many of them are like Garou Chemical. They destroy the environment, hurt the people who live there and they don't have to follow rules. That plant produces some of the most poisonous substances that have ever been created, and I mean anywhere. It is rumored that Garou Chemical supplies some of the most despotic governments around the world with weapons-grade chemicals, and it's pretty clear that they don't stop there. Garou's plant manufactures all kinds of other mysterious compounds as well. They've been traced to fish kill-offs, abnormal births in mammals and birds, and, most likely, birth defects in children.”

“And, yes, they pay well enough, but former employees seem to get seriously ill a lot more than most people, even more than folks around here who have to breathe Garou Chemical's polluted air and drink its polluted water. I know people who secretly call Garou's factory the cancer ward.” He paused.

His father's eyes were dark, sharp and uncharacteristically serious. Kesh suddenly realized that they were the eyes of a panther looking at him through his father's face. “And now, the plant has been talking about hiring local middle and high school kids to some kind of project. They call it an internship system, but something else is going on, because no one needs twelve-year-olds working in a chemical factory.”

Kesh choked and took a drink of water to clear his throat. “Mom, Dad,” he said with urgency. “I need to talk to you.”

“Do you remember the night I ran away?” They both nodded gravely. His mother's head was cocked to one side, and she bit her lower lip the way she always did when she was worried. “Well, at first I thought it was just a dream. I'm still not sure what is and isn't real. Well, anyway, here goes.” Kesh told them about what he had heard that night. When he got to the part about the python and the panther, they glanced at one another, and Kesh's mom bit down so hard, her lip bled. His dad's forehead wrinkled, and the muscles in his jaw went taut. But they let him continue.

“I was scared and really, really confused. Then when I saw those wild animals in the living room, I freaked. I didn't know what to do or where to go, so I ran away.” Then he told them about his adventure along the river. He told them about the rag man, Muskrat and Grandmother Spider, and about meeting the man along the path. He had worried about this moment ever since Officer Wolfe had told him to confide in his parents, to “have faith.”

As he spoke, Kesh watched their faces. At first, Kesh could see and almost feel the tension in the tightness of his father's face and narrowing eyes, and he heard it in the low growl that seemed to come from inside his dad's throat. His mom's expressive face had almost always been easy for Kesh to read, but right now it was rigid and tense. Kesh shook, his voice quivered, and his heart beat hard in his chest.

 Part of him seemed to stand outside of his body observing and making cutting remarks. He thought,
Kesh, you're
an idiot. Nobody will ever believe any of this. Still, he had come this far, and he knew he had to finish it. He was determined to tell the whole story, and he knew there would be no turning back now. All during his confession, his parents exchanged long glances, as if they were engaged in a conversation made up entirely of facial expressions. Of course, this made Kesh nervous, but he remembered the policeman's words and pressed on.

When he had finished the story, he paused. His parents shot one another one more long look. Finally, his father breathed a deep, easy sigh and the tightness seemed to melt from his face. Suddenly, the tension seemed to drain from his mother's face. When his parents turned back to Kesh, he thought he saw a quick serpent's tongue flicking out between his mom's teeth.

“Go on, buddy,” said his father. As Kesh began again, he heard a soft pulsing vibration that rose and fell in regular intervals. He almost choked on his surprise, and he told himself he had to be imagining this. He could have sworn that his father was purring.

As he told them about school and about his dreams he watched their faces. They had stopped eating and listened.
They don't look at all surprised
, thought Kesh. When he began to describe his encounter with Muskrat and the other coyotes, he saw them glance at one another with just their eyes. Finally, he told them about the journey to the factory outside of town in the middle of the night.

When he had finished, the meat loaf was cold, and the three of them did not speak for a very long time. Kesh had told them everything, and he was still worried they might think he was crazy or something. In fact, he still wondered about that very thing himself. Even if they believed him, he could not imagine they would understand. How could they? And if they didn't understand, if they were worried, would they try to stop him? As usual, his father spoke first. “Kesh, are you certain about this? “

“I'm not so sure about anything, Dad.”

His father nodded. “Do you know how dangerous this is?”

Kesh sighed. “I think I'm beginning to figure that out.”

“The factory doesn't let anybody get in its way, and you have to know that your story sounds pretty far-fetched.”

“I do, Dad. I'm having a lot of trouble believing it myself.”

His mother interrupted. “Jack, tell him. This is no time to play games.”

Kesh's dad then did something that worried him, something that he never did unless he meant business. He addressed his mom by her maiden name. “Alyssa Carlson, I just don't want Kesh or anyone else to get hurt. This is deadly serious.”

“I understand, but we can't make this decision for him. We have to tell him.”

His dad shook his head slowly. “I don't know. It's just so risky.”

His mom put her hand on top of her husband's and spoke to him in a tone that told Kesh she meant business, and she would get her way. “He was brave enough to tell us. Now it's our turn. Tell him, Jack. He has to know.”

Kesh looked from one to the other. “Tell me what?”

There was another sigh, a very human sigh. “Well Kesh, your mom and I have wondered what was going on with you. We kind of thought it was just growing pains. Boys run away from home, and kids just have wild imaginations anyway. Then, one night I had a dream. I dreamed…” he hesitated. “I dreamed I was a giant black cat, a panther.” Kesh listened, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Well, I began to have the same dream night after night. At first, it was just me, you know, prowling the streets and woods. I seemed to be searching for something. You know how dreams can be. They're confusing and chaotic. Anyway, it seemed like it was just another dream. Then one night I found myself face to face with a huge snake. Now you'd think a panther and a python might not hit it off so well, but I knew immediately that the snake was your mother—and a beautiful snake she was too.” He stopped again, this time, Kesh thought it was for dramatic effect…well, that and to smile at his mother. He turned his attention back to his story after a quick second. “Now how weird was that, Kesh?”

Kesh rolled his eyes. “Come on, Dad. Can you please just get on with the story?”

“Okay, okay. Have a little patience with your dad. Little by little, other creatures began to appear in these dreams, and I started looking forward to going to sleep, so I could explore my new world.” He looked at Kesh and grinned.

 “Then things started to get really weird. One morning, your mother said to me, ‘Jack, I've been having the strangest dreams lately.'

“When she began describing her dreams I realized something strange was happening. Imagine that. What are the odds we would have exactly the same dreams? Of course, I was dreaming mine and she was dreaming hers, but otherwise, they were the same dream. We were like two characters in a book describing what was happening from different perspectives.”

Kesh's face went red, his throat tightened, and his body shook in tiny, excited tremors. He didn't quite understand exactly what this moment meant, but he knew it was really important.

“There's more.” His mother spoke quietly. “Little by little, as the dreams went on over many weeks, we started to think we were being watched. At one point, I thought I saw a young creature in the shadows, a wolf.”

Kesh gasped.

His father went on. “We never actually saw it very clearly, but after that time, the wolf appeared often in the shadows. Anyway, we didn't think much of it. You see we didn't have any idea what was going on with us. We simply thought we were having the strangest, most wonderful dreams, together. In spite of all the craziness, we still thought they were no more than remarkable dreams, and we thought it was pretty cool and pretty amazing that both of us were sharing these dreams.”

Kesh slumped back into his chair. He was tired. “Now what?”

His father smiled, gently purring in his throat. “I don't know, Kesh.”

      That night, Kesh dreamed he was on the dark trail again and something was following close behind him.

Chapter Twelve

The Holiday Party

 

Kesh awoke feeling lighter than he had for as long as he could remember. As scary as his dreams and the factory were, he had been most concerned about how his mom and dad would react to all of the weirdness. Now he knew, and he was sure he wasn't crazy. Today, that relief was mixed with elation, as it was the last day of school before the holiday break—nothing but candy, games and parties.

These days were the hardest for Kesh and his classmates. He was getting excited about the impending vacation, and he wasn't the only one. Andy Moore squirmed so much in anticipation of the holidays that he almost fell out of his seat. Then when Mrs. Washington came into the room, something remarkable happened, something that happened once a year, maybe twice (three times at most): the whole class fell silent. That even included Peter, who Kesh knew couldn't shut up for more than thirty seconds without the pressure of all that silence building and building until he exploded with a barrage of babbling.

Another rare occurrence was that Mrs. Washington couldn't stop smiling. Kesh thought she looked at the students with the air of a teacher who knew she would not have to spend the day with them. She announced, “Children, I have exciting news. Today you'll be going on a field trip.” She waited for the oohs and ahhs, but they never materialized. Then she said, “Mister Louis Garou has kindly volunteered to give us a tour and host a party at the Garou Chemical Company. Isn't that exciting?”

Kesh's heart sank. His easy, effortless day in the classroom had disappeared. Now he had to look forward to a crowded bus ride and a totally boring tour in a totally boring and, he believed, evil factory. He had discovered that one of the most unfortunate results of being twelve years old is that you are always at the mercy and whims of some adult or another.

The other children, jubilant in the impending freedom of the holidays, filed onto Garou Chemical Corporation buses for the short drive to the plant's main office. Kesh had to admit the bus was roomy and nice, not like the county schools' tattered old death traps. On the back of each seat was a monitor, which displayed a touch-screen menu. It offered each rider a selection of classic and new holiday movies, but only after a short video presentation entitled,
A Better Life; A Better World through Chemistry
.

The route might have been familiar to Kesh. He had traveled much of it that night with Muskrat and his coyote companions. Of course, unlike the coyotes, the buses stayed on the highway and turned into the factory's main entrance through a tall iron gate. The bus pulled up in front of a red stone mansion that Kesh thought should have been on a college campus instead of a chemical plant. The expansive lawns, now under a light blanket of snow, were neat and well kept. He thought they must have been beautiful in summer, like a park. This was very different from the parts of the factory grounds Kesh, the coyote, had seen.