dk.coldfire-第88章
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at Jim's of。 He bowed head and seemed prepared to meet his eyes if he looked up。 〃You clench was reading all the time； going through the library shelf by shelf； and because of the film you read the Willott book。 For a while it became。 。 。
hell； I don't know。 。 。 I guess maybe you'd have to say it was an obsession with you； Jim。 It was the only thing that brought you out of your shell； talking about that book； so we encouraged you to go watch them shoot the picture。 Remember？ After a while； you started telling us an alien was in our pond and windmill； just like in the book and movie。
At first we thought you was just play…acting。〃
He paused。
The silence lengthened。
About twenty birds in the sky above。
Circling。 Silent。
To Henry； Holly said； 〃Then it began to worry you。〃
Henry wiped one shaky hand down his deeply lined face； not so much as if he was trying to scrub away his weariness but as if he was trying to slough off the years and bring that lost time closer。 〃You spent more and more hours in the mill； Jim。 Sometimes you'd be out there all day。
And evenings； too。 Sometimes we'd get up in the middle of the night to use the john； and we'd see a light out there in the mill； two or three or four o'clock in the morning。 And you wouldn't be in your room。〃
Henry paused more often。 He wasn't tired。 He just didn't want to dig into this part of the long…buried past。
〃If it was the middle of the night； we'd go out there to the mill and bring you in； either me or Lena。 And you'd be telling us about The Friend in the mill。 You started spooking us； we didn't know what to do 。 。 。 so I guess。 。 。 we didn't do anything。 Anyway； that night 。 。 。
the night she died。 。 。 a storm was ing up…〃 Holly recalled the dream：。 。 。 a fresh wind blows as she hurries along the gravel path 。
。 。
〃…and Lena didn't wake me。 She went out there by herself and up at the high room〃。 。 。 she climbs the limestone stairs。 。 。
〃…pretty good thunderstorm； but I used to be able to sleep through anything…〃。 。 。 the heavens flash as she passes the stairwell window； and through the glass she sees an object in the pond below。 。 。
〃…I guess； Jim； you was just doing what we always found you doing out there at night； reading that book by candlelight〃。 。 。 inhuman sounds from above quicken her heart； and she climbs to the high room； afraid； but also curious and concerned for Jim。 。 。
〃…a crash of thunder finally woke me…〃。 。 。 she reaches the top of the stairs and sees him standing； hands fisted ）7 at his sides； a yellow candle in a blue dish on the floor； a book beside the candle。 。。
〃…I realized Lena was gone； looked out the bedroom window； and saw that dim light in the mill〃。 the boy turns to her and cries out； I'm scared help me the walls； the walls！ 。 。 。
〃…and I couldn't believe my eyes because the sails of the mill were turning； and even in those days the sails hadn't turned in ten or fifteen years； been frozen up…〃。 she sees an amber light within the walls； the sour shades of pus and bile； the limestone bulges； and she realizes something is impossibly alive in the stone。 。 。
〃…but they were spinning like airplane propellers； so I pulled on my pants； and hurried downstairs…〃。 。 。 with fear but also with perverse excitement； the boy says； It's ing and nobody can stop it！ 。 。 。
〃…I grabbed a flashlight and ran out into the rain…〃。 。 。 the curve of mortared blocks splits like the spongy membrane of an insect's egg； taking shape from a core of foul muck； where limestone should have been； is the embodiment of the boy's black rage at the world and its injustice； his self hatred made flesh； his own death…wish given a vicious and brutal form so solid that it is an entity itself； quite separate from him。 。 。
〃…I reached the mill； couldn't believe how those old sails were spinning； whoosh； whoosh； whoosh！〃 Holly's dream had ended there； but her imagination too easily supplied a version of what might have happened thereafter。 Horrified at the materialization of The Enemy； stunned that the boy's wild tales of aliens in the mill were true； Lena had stumbled backward and fallen down the winding stone stairs； unable to arrest her fall because there was no handrail at which to grab。
Somewhere along the way she broke her neck。
〃…went inside the mill。 。 。 found her at the bottom of the stairs all busted up； neck twisted。 。 。 dead。〃
Henry paused for the first time in a while and swallowed hard。 He had not looked at Holly once throughout his account of that stormy night； only at Jim's bowed head。 With less of a slur in his voice； as if it were vitally important to him to tell the rest of it as clearly as he could； he said： 〃I went up the steps and found you in the high room； Jimmy。 Do you remember that？ Sitting by the candle； holding the book in your hands so tight it couldn't be taken from you till hours later。
You wouldn't speak。〃
The old man's voice quavered now。 〃God forgive me； but all I could think about was Lena being dead； my dear Lena gone； and you being such a strange child all year； and still strange even at that moment； with your book； refusing to talk to me。 I guess。 。 。 I guess I went a little mad right then； for a while。 I thought you might've pushed her； Jimmy。 I thought you might've been in one of your。 。 。 upsets。 。 。 and maybe you pushed her。〃
As if it had bee too much for him to address himself to his grandson any longer； Henry shifted his gaze to Holly。 〃That year after Atlanta； he'd been a strange boy。 。 。 almost like a boy we didn't know。 He was quiet； like I said； but there was rage in him； too； a fury like no child should ever have。 It sometimes scared us。 The only time he ever showed it was in his sleep。 。 。 dreaming。 。 。 we'd hear him screeching； and we'd go down the hall to his room。 。 。 and he'd be kicking and punching at the mattress； the pillows； clawing at the sheets； furious； taking it all out on something in his dreams； and we'd have to wake him。〃
Henry paused and looked away from Holly； down at his bent right hand； which lay half useless in his lap。 Jim's fist； under Holly's hand； remained vise…tight。
〃You never struck out at Lena or me； Jimmy； you was a good boy； never gave us that kind of trouble。 But in the mill that night； I grabbed you and shook you； Jimmy； tried to make you admit how you'd pushed her down the stairs。 There was no excuse for what I did； how I behaved。 。 。
except I was grief crazy over Jamie and Cara； and now over Lena； everyone dying around me； and there was only you； and you were so strange； so strange and locked up in yourself that you scared me； so I turned on you when I should have been taking you in my arms。
Turned on you that night。 。 。
and didn't realize what I'd done until a lot of years later。 。 。
too late。〃
The birds were in a tighter circle now。 Directly overhead。
〃Don't；〃 she said softly to Jim。 〃Please don't。〃
Until Jim responded； Holly could not know if these revelations were for better or worse。 If he had blamed himself for his grandma's death merely because Henry had instilled the guilt in him； then he would get past this。 If he blamed himself because Lena had e into the high room； had seen The Enemy materializing from the wall； and had stumbled backward down the stairs in terror； he might still overe the past。
But if The Enemy had torn itself free of the wall and pushed her。 。 。
〃I treated you like a murderer for the next six years； until you went away to school；〃 Henry said。 〃When you was gone。 。 。 well； in time； I started to think about it with a clearer head； and I knew what I'd done。
You'd had nowhere to turn for fort。 Your mom and dad were gone； your grandma。 You went into town to get books； but you couldn't join in with other kids because that little Zacca bastard； Ned Zacca； he was twice your size and wouldn't ever let you alone。 You had no peace except in books。 I tried to call you； but you wouldn't take the calls。 I wrote but I think you never read the letters。〃
Jim sat unmoving。
Henry Ironheart shifted his attention to Holly。 〃He came back at last when I had my stroke。 He sat beside me when I was in intensive care。 I couldn't speak right； couldn't sa
