The Prophet of Yonwood (22 page)

I dont know, Nickie said. Months ago.

Months? The Prophet passed a hand over her eyes. How could it be months?

It was, said Nickie.

The Prophet just shook her head. You were saying something to me, she said. I didnt understand. Tell me again.

So Nickie explained again about how theyd taken the dogs.

And what else?

They stopped the church choir, and radios, and movie musicals, because you said, No singing. It was Gods orders, Mrs. Beeson told us.

Gods orders? said the Prophet.

Yes, Nickie said. And you said, No lights, so people turned all the lights off.

The Prophet swept tangles of hair away from her face, stared at the floor, wrapped her arms around herself, and shivered. She stood without speaking, and Nickie thought maybe she had gone back into silence. But abruptly she raised her head again, and this time when she spoke her voice was stronger. Listen, she said. Ive been ill. I have been ill and heartbroken and drowned in my vision. Its time for me to come back. Will you help me get dressed?

So Nickie did. She brought clothes from the dresser and the closet, gray pants and a thick white sweater, and she helped the Prophet put them on. When she was dressed, the Prophet sat back down on the edge of her bed, tired. Explain it again, she said. Brenda Beesonwhat has she been saying?

Nickie explained again about Mrs. Beeson figuring out what the Prophet meant, and looking for anything that was wrong or evil, and how people were supposed to love only God, not singing or snakes or dogs.

And while she was talking, the Prophets great gray eyes filled with tears, and the tears rolled down her pale cheeks. I understand now, she said. She made a mistake. It was what I wasseeing, thats what I was talking about. The visionI couldnt stop seeing it. It was dreadful beyond words. A world burned and ruined. A world with no cities. Everything gone! All gone, all gone.

You said sinnies. Mrs. Beeson thought you meant sinners. But you meant cities?

Yes, yes. The cities all destroyed. People gone. No singing or dancing. No lights. No animals. No dogs, even. All gone! It was what Isaw. It wasnt orders from God.

Nickie was so astonished that her mouth fell open and she forgot to close it for a second. It wasnt? she said when she could find her voice.

The Prophet shook her head. It was just me.

Oh! Nickie stood still, feeling stunned, to let this sink in. She thought of something else. Why did you say, No words, no words? That was one Mrs. Beeson couldnt figure out.

No words? The Prophet put a hand to her forehead. I dont know. Why would I say that? She murmured, No words, no words. Then she looked up, and tears sprang to her eyes again. Oh! she cried. It must have been no birds!No birds! Think of a world without birds! Its not bearable. She picked up the nightgown lying next to her and wiped her eyes.

Maybe your vision wasnt true, Nickie said. She felt sorry for the Prophet, who seemed so frail and sad. She wanted to comfort her. Maybe it wont happen.

Maybe not, said the Prophet. I dont know. I keep having these terrible dreams where my vision starts up all over again. I see the leaders about to begin the war, and I cry out, Dont do it! but they dont hear me. She shuddered.

Nickie came and stood close to her. I just want to make sure, she said. You didnt say we shouldnt love dogs?

No, said the Prophet. She reached out and took both of Nickies hands in hers. Oh, no, she said, softly but very clearly. No, I would never say that. I love dogs. I love the whole worldall of it. For the first time, she smiled.

Well, good, Nickie said. I guess Ill go, then. If youre all right, Ms. Prophet.

Oh, please, said the Prophet. Call me Althea. I dont want to be a prophet. And what shall I call you?

Nickie said her name.

Thank you, Nickie, said Althea. I believe youve wakened me up. She stood up rather unsteadily and immediately sat back down again. Maybe if I got some fresh air, she said.

Nickie walked with her to the window, and Althea took a long, deep breath. It feels so good, she said. And listenbirds.

But Nickie was listening to something else. It was a faint sound, off in the distance, but clear. It was the sound of barking.

CHAPTER 31 ______________

Love

Nickies heart gave a huge thump. Dogs! she said. It sounds like dogs! I have to go.

Yes, yes, said Althea. Go! Im so glad you came, but go nowquick!

Nickie ran down the stairs and outside. The barking was louder, a yipping and yelping, with some ruffs and woofs mixed in, a chorus of dog noise. Where were they?

She ran toward the park. Other people were coming out of their houses, too, shouting to each other. When Nickie got to Main Street, she joined a stream of people. Cars on the street slowed down to see what was happeningand among them, Nickie suddenly saw, was Crystal.

Crystal! shouted Nickie. Stop! Come here!

Crystal rolled down her window. What? she called. Whats going on?

Nickie just pointedbecause at that moment she saw the dogs coming from the uphill end of the road, a jouncing, prancing, jostling gaggle of dogs pouring around the bend and down toward the town, ten dogs or twenty or thirty. She ran toward them, and in just a few seconds the pack was all around her, streaking by, and she turned to race after them. Otis! she screamed, trying to make out his small body among the flail of legs and tails. Otis, where are you?

They were coming through downtown now, and people burst out of the stores and halted, open-mouthed, on the sidewalks. The dogs ran down the middle of Main Street, and it looked to Nickie, pounding after them, as if they might just run on through the town, out the other side, and back into the woods. But instead they swept around the corner when they came to Grackle Street, raced through the little park, and whirled in a circle, the lead dogs veering around to chase the dogs at the rear, around and around like a tornado, until finally a few dogs broke away, and then more did, until most of them had stopped running and were nosing around the garbage cans or raising their legs against the trees.

By now a crowd of people had rushed down the street to the park. Nickie was among them. Their voices flew all around her. I see Max! someone cried joyously, and someone else called out, Look! Theres Missy! Here, girl! Come on!

Right in front of Nickie, a few people wearing Dont Do It! T-shirts halted at the edge of the park. They stood there with their shoulders hunched and arms folded, as if to ward off any dog that might come near. This is a bad sign, one of them said. The other muttered something that Nickie didnt stop to hear.

She pushed past them. Where in that swirl of dogs was Otis? Was he there? She didnt see him. A boxer had knocked over a garbage can, and five or six dogs rushed to paw through the contents. A black dog was on its hind legs at the drinking fountain, lapping water from the stopped-up bowl. People rushed every which way, calling dogs names, clutching them by the collar, and the dogs leapt up, licked faces, thrashed tails back and forth.

But where washer dog? A dread seized her. What if he wasnt?

But he was. There, under a picnic table, nose to the ground, sniffing at a scrap of paper, tail pointing straight up. Otis! Nickie screamed, and he looked up in surprise. When he saw her, he cocked his head, stared a moment, and then ambled toward her with the scrap of paper sticking to his nose.

She caught him up in her arms, squeezed him tight, rumpled the top of his head, and told him how happy she was over and over. He wiggled. He licked her chin. Twigs and burrs were tangled in his coat, and his feet were wet and packed with mud between the pads. He smelled like earth and rot and dog doo. He was a mess.

Then a sharp voice rang out above the noise of the crowd. Wait! Wait! it cried. This is wrong! We mustnt do this! We cant take them back! And Nickie saw Brenda Beeson standing at the edge of the park, wearing her red baseball cap and waving her arms above her head.

A few people turned to look at her; a few of them paused. Then a dark-haired woman bent down, scooped up a small dog, and took it over to Mrs. Beeson. It was Sausage, Nickie sawwith her droopy ears all stuck with burrs.

Mrs. Beeson stared at Sausage. She reached outand then she pulled her arms back. She turned away, she turned back again, and finally she just stood frozen, with a look of desperate confusion on her face.

And at that moment, a gasp arose from the Grackle Street side of the crowd, and all heads turned. Down the sidewalk, slowly and slightly tippily, came Althea Tower. She was wrapped in a voluminous gray cape, and although she had tried to fasten her hair back with a ribbon, most of it had come loose, and the breeze made it float around her head. She was so short and slight that she looked almost like a childa frail, excited child, hurrying toward the place where something was happening.

People were so amazed to see her that they just stared as she came closer. At last, two young men ran forward to help her. They led her into the park. People crowded around her, and Nickie heard her say, Yes, thank you, yes, Im all right. A girl came and shouted at methat girl right thereshe pointed at Nickie, smilingand, well, I woke up. Then she murmured something to the young man on her left and tilted her head in the direction of Mrs. Beeson. They walked with her to where Mrs. Beeson stood flabbergasted, her eyes darting back and forth between Althea coming toward her and Sausage squirming in the arms of the dark-haired woman. Althea took Mrs. Beeson by the arm, and the two of them went apart from the crowd to talk.

Nickie, who knew what they would be talking about, saw no need to stay any longer. She left the park and the chaos of people and dogs behind and carried Otis back toward Greenhaven. When she was halfway there, Crystal, who had driven home and parked the car, came running toward her. What in the heck is going on? she said.

The dogs are back, said Nickie. Look. This is Otis.

Crystal stooped over and looked Otis in the face. He opened his long pink mouth and yawned at her.

Cute, she said.

Im keeping him, said Nickie.

I dont know, said Crystal. Does the building you live in allow

It does, Nickie said, though she didnt know if this was true. She didnt care. Shed make them change the rules if she had to. If they wouldnt, shed make her mother move.

Well, said Crystal. Hmm. But she didnt argue.

Back at Greenhaven, they put the last of their belongings into their suitcases and carried them out to the street. The sun blazed down, glinting off the car and the scraps of snow still left from three days before. They put their suitcases in the trunk. I have to stop at the real estate office on our way out, Crystal said. Just for a second.

While Crystal was in there, Nickie sat in the car with Otis on her lap and picked the stickers out of his fur. Dirty as he was, and smelly, she adored the feel of him leaning against her. After a while he got sleepy and lay down with his head hanging sideways over her leg, and she adored the way his mouth looked upside down, with his black lips and the tips of his teeth showing. She picked the dried mud out from between the pads of his feet and didnt mind at all that she got dirt under her fingernails.

Crystal came out of the real estate office quite a while later, just as Nickie was starting to wonder what was taking her so long. Len was with her. When she got into the car, she rolled down the window, and he bent over, curling his hands over the windowsill. So Ill let you know, he said. It should be tomorrow or the next day.

Crystal nodded. I dont even know how to feel about it, she said. But youll call me.

Oh, yes, said Len. He looked at her in a meaningful way. Oh, yes, Ill call you. Never fear.

Crystal smiled. She put one of her hands over one of his. Goodbye, then, she said, looking up at him, and quickly he poked his head a bit farther through the window and kissed her on the mouth. It was just a peck, but even Nickie, with her limited experience of being in love, could feel that it was quite thrilling to both of them.

Crystal pushed the Up button to close the window. She put on her sunglasses. She stepped on the gas. They sailed down Main Street and out of Yonwood.

Whats he going to call you about? Nickie asked as they rounded the curve toward the highway.

The offer on the house. Looks like the Hardestys are vacillating. Theyve found another place they think might be better for their purpose. They might withdraw their offer.

Then what? said Nickie.

Im not sure. Crystal accelerated and merged with the traffic on the freeway. It depends onI dont know. Well see.

They rode in silence for a while. Nickie worked on getting a twig untangled from Otiss ear hairs. Then she said, Len sure likes you.

A small smile appeared on Crystals face. I know, she said. I like him, too.

Is he going to come to New Jersey and be your boyfriend?

Oh, heavens, said Crystal. I dont think so. She stepped hard on the accelerator and passed two slow trucks. Still smiling that small smile, she glanced over at Nickie, who was working very slowly on the twig, trying not to pull Otiss hair. I think youre in love, she said.

Nickie looked up, startled.

With that pup, said Crystal.

And with a sort of shock, Nickie realized it was true. She had definitely fallen in love with Otis. Thiswas being in love, wasnt it? Looking forward to seeing him every day, feeling like a hole was ripped in her heart when he was gone, jumping for joy when he came back, not minding if he smelled bad, wanting to take care of him, actuallyliking the dirty and funny-looking parts of him? Surely it was being in love. It was true that she hadnt fallen in love with Grover, the obvious candidate. Shed fallen in love with a dog instead of a person. But that didnt matter. It was still love. Shed apply it to a person later on.

They drove back to the city. There Nickie carried out the good idea shed had. With Crystals help, she sold the photograph of the Siamese twins for $350. She added $25 of her own, and she sent that money to Grover. She put it in an envelope with a note that said, Congratulations! You have won first prize in the Grand Amalgamated Products Association Sweepstakes! A few days later, she got a postcard from Grover that said, A very nice specimen of the Triple-Fanged Magenta-Spotted Rat Snake will soon be on its way to you in the mail. Thank you. Fortunately, no rat snake arrived.