City of Night

upon the earth.’”
    “Deuteronomy,” Lulana said.
    “Chapter four, verse ten,” Evangeline added.
    “Deucalion?” Carson murmured, referring to the phone call.
    “Yeah.”
    Laffite opened his eyes. “I’ve revealed myself to you. Further proof that my program is breaking down. We must move secretly among you, never revealing our difference or our purpose.”
    “We’re cool,” Michael told him. “We don’t have a problem with it. Just sit for a while, Pastor Kenny, just sit there and watch the little birds dropping off the wire.”
     
     
     

Chapter 48
     
    Randal Six is angry with himself for killing Arnie’s mother. “Stupid,” he says. “Stupid.”
    He is not angry with her. There is no point being angry with a dead person.
    He didn’t intend to hit her. He just suddenly found himself doing it, in the same way that he broke the neck of the hobo in the Dumpster.
    In retrospect, he sees that he was not in danger. Self-defense did not require such extreme measures.
    After his sheltered existence at the Hands of Mercy, he needs more experience in the larger world to be able accurately to judge the seriousness of a threat.
    Then he discovers that Arnie’s mother is only unconscious. This relieves him of the need to be angry with himself.
    Although he had been angry with himself for less than two minutes, the experience was grueling. When other people are angry with you—as Victor often is—you can turn further inward and escape from them. When it is you yourself who is angry with you, turning inward does not work because no matter how deep you go inside yourself, the angry you is still there.
    The knife wound in his hand has already stopped bleeding. The lacerations will be completely closed in two or three hours.
    The splatters of blood on the floor and the appliances distress him. These stains detract from the almost spiritual atmosphere that reigns here. This is a home , and the kitchen is its heart, and at all times there should be a feeling of calm, of peace.
    With paper towels and a spray bottle of Windex, he wipes away the blood.
    Carefully, without touching her skin, because he does not like the feel of other people’s skin, Randal ties the mother to the chair with lengths of cloth that he tears from the garments in the laundryroom basket.
    As he finishes securing her, the mother regains consciousness. She is anxious, agitated, full of questions and assumptions and pleas.
    Her shrill tone of voice and her frantic chatter make Randal nervous. She is asking a third question before he can answer the first. Her demands on him are too many, the input from her too great to process.
    Rather than hit her, he walks down the hall to the living room, where he stands for a while. Twilight has come. The room is nearly dark. No excited talking mother is present. In mere minutes, he feels much better.
    He returns to the kitchen, and the moment he arrives there, the mother starts chattering again.
    When he tells her to be quiet, she becomes more vocal than ever, and her pleas become more urgent.
    He almost wishes that he were back under the house with the spiders.
    She is not behaving like a mother. Mothers are calm. Mothers have all the answers. Mothers love you.
    Generally, Randal Six does not like touching others or being touched. This is perhaps different. This is a mother even if she is not at the moment acting like one.
    He places his right hand under her chin and forces her mouth shut, even as he pinches her nose with his left hand. She struggles at first but then becomes still when she realizes that he is very strong.
    Before the mother passes out from oxygen deprivation, Randal takes his hand from her nose and allows her to breathe. He continues to hold her mouth shut.
    “Ssshhhhh,” he says. “Quiet. Randal likes quiet. Randal scares too easy. Noise scares Randal. Too much talk, too many words scares Randal. Don’t scare Randal.”
    When he feels that she is ready to cooperate, he releases her. She says nothing. She is breathing hard, almost gasping, but she is done with talking for now.
    Randal Six turns off the gas flame at the cooktop to prevent the onions from burning in the pan. This constitutes a higher level of involvement with his environment than he’s exhibited before, an awareness of peripheral issues, and he is pleased with himself.
    Perhaps he will discover a talent for cooking.
    He gets a tablespoon from the flatware drawer and the quart of strawberry-banana swirl from