Frankenstein

she’s looking,we don’t want her to think we’re looking back to see if she’s looking. The best you could do was Myrtle?”
    “I like the name Myrtle,” he said.
    “Michael and Myrtle McMichaels?”
    “John and Jane Smith—see, that’s the kind of thing that sounds suspicious. Michael and Myrtle McMichaels sounds so unlikely it’s got to be real. What’re we doing now?”
    “Walking away from the house.”
    “Okay. What’re we doing next?”
    Turning left on the sidewalk and heading toward Beartooth Avenue, Carson said, “These properties back up to the properties on the next street. We’ll come through the yard of the house behind the Benedetto place to get to the back of their place.”
    “And then?”
    “Depends on what we see, if anything. Larry was ‘so smart and witty and thoughtful, and he had real style.’ Sounds like you and this Larry got in touch with your feminine side together.”
    “Maybe you’ve forgotten, but I don’t actually
know
Larry. And what would have happened if old Larry had been at home?”
    “Then we just made a mistake. It was another Larry Benedetto you went to college with, sorry for disturbing you.”
    “When we start snooping around, what is it we’re looking for?”
    “Denise’s baby. Did you see what was on the foyer floor behind that woman?”
    “No. I was busy lying about Larry.”
    “A teddy bear. One of the arms had been torn off and stuffing was coming out of the shoulder. One of its ears had been torn off, too.”

    
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    The last of those herded into the truck settled on the benches. The driver and his partner closed the cargo-box doors, bolted them, and returned to the cab.
    Deucalion raised himself on one arm to determine exactly where at the phone company they were, and saw the employee parking lot.
    As the engine started, he transitioned from a supine position on the roof to the interior of the cargo space, where he stood in the center between the facing benches.
    In what was full dark to them but at worst murky to him, he was able to discern eleven people sitting five on one side and six on the other. They were not secured in any way, but they rode in docile acceptance of their fate.
    The weeping woman still wept, although her whimpers were hardly audible. A man repeated softly, “
No, no, no, no, no, no
 ….”
    Several of them were sweating in this cold night, and they had the sour scent of terror.
    “Who are they? Who’s done this to you?” Deucalion asked.
    Ten remained silent, but one woman spoke in a slurred voice, as if she had suffered brain damage: “My sister … my sister.”
    A half-seen face. Like an apparition at a seance.
    Deucalion said, “Your sister did this to you?”
    “My sister she … she Wendy.”
    “Wendy? Why would she harm you?”
    The eyes of the apparition glimmered darkly in the dark as she said, “Wendy Wanda twins my sister.”
    “Your name is Wanda?”
    “She dead my twin five years.”
    The truck yawed slightly, rhythmically, as if they were boating on the river Styx. A man began to groan in anguish.
    The woman said, “Dead five years now back.”
    Deucalion thought of the replicants in New Orleans. Upon seeing a replicant, an identical might think her dead sister had returned.

    
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    In the rusting shed, breathing the faint odor of something dead and desiccated, the boy could no longer tolerate the sight of the cottage across the street, its only light a porch light, its windows black with portent.
    “Let’s go,” Travis said.
    His words came in the pitch of a child’s voice, but in some way not easy to define, his voice wasn’t that of a child anymore.
    “There’s no urgency,” Bryce Walker assured him.
    “You’re cold.”
    “Not that cold. And I’ve been cold before.”
    “There’s no use waiting anyway.”
    “We don’t know for sure.”
    “We know.”
    “No, son, we don’t.”
    “I know.”
    “There are some advantages to being an old fart like me,” Bryce said. “One of them is experience. I’ve had maybe a thousand times moreexperience than you have. No offense. And one thing experience has taught me is that life can hammer you hard just when everything seems to be so fine, but life can also drop the most amazing moments of grace on you just when you thought nothing good would ever happen again.”
    “Let’s go,” the boy interrupted.
    “In a moment. What you have to do somehow is be grateful for what good you’ve known and