dk.coldfire-第77章
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Frowning at Jim； Handahl said； 〃Didn't think you ever liked this town well enough to feel sentimental about it。〃
Jim shrugged。 〃Attitudes change。〃
〃Glad to hear it。〃 Handahl turned to Holly again。 〃He started ing in here soon after he moved in with his grandfolks； every Tuesday and Friday when new books and magazines arrived from the distributor in Santa Barbara。〃 He had put aside the Windex。 He was arranging counter displays of chewing gum； breath mints； disposable lighters； and pocket bs。 〃Jim was a real reader then。 You still a real reader？〃 〃Still am；〃 Jim said with growing uneasiness； terrified of what Handahl might say next。 Yet for the life of him； he did not know what the man could say that would matter so much。
〃Your tastes were kinda narrow； I remember。〃 To Holly： 〃Used to spend his allowance buying most every science fiction or spook…'em paperback that came in the door。 Course； in those days； a two…dollar…a…week allowance went pretty far； if you remember that a book was about forty…five or fifty cents。〃
Claustrophobia settled over Jim； thick as a heavy shroud。 The pharmacy began to seem frighteningly small； crowded with merchandise； and he wanted to get out of there。
It's ing； he thought； with a sudden quickening of anxiety。 It's ing。
Handahl said； 〃I suppose maybe he got his interest in weird fiction from his mom and dad。〃
Frowning； Holly said； 〃How's that？〃 〃I didn't know Jamie； Jim's dad； all that well； but I was only one year behind him at county high school。 No offense； Jim； but your dad had some exotic interests…though the way the world's changed； they probably wouldn't seem as exotic now as back in the early fifties。〃
〃Exotic interests？〃 Holly prodded。
Jim looked around the pharmacy； wondering where it would e from； which route of escape might be blocked and which might remain open。 He was swinging between tentative acceptance of Holly's theory and rejection of it； and right now； he was sure she had to be wrong。 It wasn't a force inside him。 It was entirely a separate being； just as The Friend was。 It was an evil alien； just as The Friend was good； and it could go anywhere； e out of anything； at any second； and it was ing； he knew it was ing； it wanted to kill them all。
〃Well；〃 Handahl said； 〃when he was a kid； Jamie used to e in here …it was my dad's store then…and buy those old pulp magazines with robots； monsters； and scanty…clad women on the covers。 He used to talk a lot about how we'd put men on the moon someday； and everyone thought he was a little strange for that； but I guess he was right after all。
Didn't surprise me when I heard he'd given up being an accountant； found a showhiz wife； and was making his living doing a mentalist act。〃
〃Mentalist act？〃 Holly said； glancing at Jim。 〃I thought your dad was an accountant； your mom was an actress。〃
〃They were；〃 he said thinly。 〃That's what they were…before they put together the act。〃
He had almost forgotten about the act； which surprised him。 How could he have forgotten the act？ He had all the photographs from the tours； so many of them on his walls； he looked at them everyday； yet he'd pretty much forgotten that they had been taken during travels between performances。
It was ing very fast now。
Close。 It was very close。
He wanted to warn Holly。 He couldn't speak。
Something seemed to have stolen his tongue； locked his jaws。
It was ing。
It didn't want him to warn her。 It wanted to take her by surprise。
Arranging the last of the counter displays； Handahl said； 〃It was a tragedy； what happened to them； all right。 Jim； when you first came to town to stay with your grandfolks； you were so withdrawn； nobody could get two words out of you。〃
Holly was watching Jim rather than Handahl。
She seemed to sense that he was in grave distress。
〃Second year； after Lena died；〃 Handahl said； 〃Jim pretty much clammed up altogether； totally mute； like he was never going to talk another word as long as he lived。 You remember that； Jim？〃 In astonishment； Holly turned to Jim and said； 〃Your grandmother died the second year you were here； when you were only eleven？〃 I told her five years ago； Jim thought。 Why did I tell her five years ago when the truth is twenty…four？ It was ing。
He sensed it。
ing。
The Enemy。
He said； 〃Excuse me； gotta get some fresh air。〃 He hurried outside and stood by the car； gasping for breath。
Looking back； he discovered that Holly had not followed him。 He could see her through a pharmacy window； talking to Handahl。
It was ing。
Holly； don't talk to him； Jim thought。 Don't listen to him； get out of there。
It was ing。
Leaning against the car； he thought： the only reason I fear Corbett Handahl is because he knows more about my life in Svenborg than I remember myself Lub…dub…DUB。
It was here。
Handahl stared curiously after Jim。
Holly said； 〃I think he's never gotten over what happened to his parents 。 。 。 or to Lena。〃
Handahl nodded。 〃Who could get over a horrible thing like that？ He was such a nice little kid； it broke your heart。〃 Before Holly could ask anything more about Lena； Handahl said； 〃Are you two moving into the farmhouse？〃 〃No。 Just staying for a couple of days。〃
〃None of my business； really； but it's a shame that land isn't being farmed。〃
〃Well； Jim's not a farmer himself；〃 she said； 〃and with nobody willing to buy the place…〃 〃Nobody willing to buy it？ Why； young lady； they'd stand twenty deep to buy it if Jim would put it on the market。〃
She blinked at him。
He went on： 〃You have a real good artesian well on that property； which means you always have water in a county that's usually short of it。〃 He leaned against the granite counter and folded his arms across his chest。
〃The way it works…when that big old pond is full up； the weight of all that water puts pressure on the natural wellhead and slows the inflow of new water。 But you start pumping it out of there to irrigate crops； and the flow picks up； and the pond is pretty much always full； like the magic pitcher in that old fairytale。〃 He tilted his head and squinted at her。 〃Jim tell you he couldn't sell it？〃 〃Well； I assumed…〃 〃Tell you what；〃 Handahl said； 〃maybe that man of yours is more sentimental than I'd thought。 Maybe he doesn't want to sell the farm because it has too many memories for him。〃
〃Maybe；〃 she said。 〃But there're bad as well as good memories out there。〃
〃You're right about that。〃
〃Like his grandmother dying；〃 she noodged； trying to get him back on that subject。 〃That was…〃 A rattling sound interrupted her。 She turned and saw bottles of shampoo； hairspray； vitamins； and cold medicines jiggling on their shelves。
〃Earthquake；〃 Handahl said； looking up worriedly at the ceiling； as if he thought it might tumble in on them。
The containers rattled more violently than ever； and Holly knew they were disturbed by something worse than an earthquake。 She was being warned not to ask Handahl any more questions。
Lub…dub…DUB； lub…dub…DUB。
The cozy world of the quaint pharmacy started ing apart。 The bottles exploded off the shelves； straight at her。 She swung away； drew her arms over her head。 The containers hammered her； flew past her and pelted Handahl。 The humidor； which stood behind the counter； was vibrating。 Instinctively Holly dropped to the floor。 Even as she went down； the glass door of that case blew outward。 Glass shrapnel cut the air where she had been standing。 She scrambled toward the exit as glittering shards rained to the floor。 Behind her the heavy cash register crashed off the granite counter； missing her by inches； barely sparing her a broken spine。
Before the walls could begin to blister and pulse and bring forth an alien form； she reached the door； fled through the newsstand； and went into the street； leaving Handahl in what he no doubt assumed was earthquake rubble。
The tripartite beat was throbbing up from the brick walkway beneath her feet。
She found Jim leaning against the car； shuddering and white…faced； with the expression of a man standing on a precipice； peering into a gulf longing to jump。 He did not respond to her when she said his name。
He seemed on the verge
