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Sole Survivor

Sole Survivor

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Autoren: Dean Koontz
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bulletin about Nationwide Flight 353. Bob had known his dad was flying that night from New York to L.A. and that he often travelled Nationwide, but he hadn't known the flight number. Using a bar phone to call Nationwide at LAX, he was quickly connected with a public-relations officer who confirmed that Thomas Lee Vadance was on the passenger manifest. Bob and Clarise had driven from Miramar to Culver City in record time, arriving shortly after eleven o'clock. They didn't call Nora, Bob's mother, because they didn't know if she had heard. If she was still unaware of the news, they wanted to tell her in person rather than over the phone. When they arrived just after midnight, the house was brightly lighted, the front door unlocked. Nora was in the kitchen, making corn chowder, a big pot of corn chowder, because Tom loved her corn chowder, and she was baking chocolate-chip cookies with pecans because Bob loved those cookies too. She knew about the crash, knew that he was dead out there just east of the Rockies, but she needed to be doing something for him. They had been married when Nora was eighteen and Tom was twenty, had been married for thirty-five years, and she had needed to be doing something for him.
        “In my case, I didn't know until I got to the airport to pick them up,” Joe said. “They'd been to Virginia to visit Michelle's folks, and then three days in New York so the girls could meet their Aunt Delia for the first time. I arrived early, of course, and first thing when I went into the terminal, I checked the monitors to see if their flight was on time. It was still shown as on time, but when I went up to the gate where it was supposed to arrive, airline personnel were greeting people as they approached the area, talking to them in low voices, leading some of them away to a private lounge. This young man came up to me, and before he opened his mouth, I knew what he was going to say. I wouldn't let him talk. I said, ‘No, don't say it, don't you dare say it.’ When he tried to speak anyway, I turned away from him, and when he put a hand on my arm, I knocked it off. I might have punched him to keep him from talking, except by then there were three of them, him and two women, around me, close around me. It was as if I didn't want to be told because being told was what made it real, that it wouldn't be real, you know, wouldn't actually have happened, if they didn't say it.”
        They were all silent, listening to the remembered voices of last year, the voices of strangers with terrible news.
        “Mom took it so hard for a long time,” Clarise said at last, speaking of her mother-in-law as fondly as if Nora had been her own mother. “She was only fifty-three, but she really didn't want to go on without Tom. They were-”
        “-so close,” Bob finished. “But then last week when we came to visit, she was way up, so much better. She'd been so bitter, depressed and bitter, but now she was full of life again. She'd always been cheerful before the crash, a real-”
        “-people person, so outgoing,” Clarise continued for him, as if their thoughts ran always on precisely the same track. “And suddenly here again last week was the woman we'd always known and missed for the past year.”
        Dread washed through Joe when he realized they were speaking of Nora Vadance as one speaks of the dead. “What's happened?”
        From a pocket of her khaki shorts, Clarise had taken a Kleenex. She was blotting her eyes. “Last week she said she knew now that Tom wasn't gone forever, that no one was ever gone forever. She seemed so happy . She was-”
        “-radiant,” Bob said, taking his wife's hand in his. “Joe, we don't know why really, with the depression gone and her being so full of plans for the first time in a year… but four days ago, my mom she committed suicide.”
        The funeral had been held the previous day. Bob and Clarise didn't live here. They were staying only through Tuesday, packing Nora's clothes and personal effects for distribution to relatives and the Salvation Army Thrift Shop.
        “It's so hard,” Clarise said, unrolling and then rerolling the right sleeve on her white shirt as she talked. “She was such a sweet person.”
        “I shouldn't be here right now,” Joe said, getting up from the armchair. “This isn't a good time.”
        Rising quickly, extending one hand almost pleadingly, Bob Vadance said, “No, please, sit down. Please. We need a

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