sk.thetalisman-第148章
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might be possible。 Suddenly； briefly； he felt healed。
'What？' he whispered。
'Some things are not excluded。 Some people are not excluded。 They are 。 。 。 well 。 。 。 single…natured。 That's the only way I can think of to say it。 They are like it…the Talisman。 Single…natured。 Me。 I'm single…natured。 I had a Twinner； but he died。 Not just in the Territories world； but in all worlds but this one。 I know that…I feel that。 My dad knew it； too。 I think that's why he called me Travelling Jack。 When I'm here； I'm not there。 When I'm there； I'm not here。 And Richard； neither are you！'
Richard stared at him； speechless。
'You don't remember； you were mostly in Freakout City while I was talking to Anders。 But he said Morgan of Orris had a boy…child。 Rushton。 Do you know what he was？'
'Yes；' Richard whispered。 He was still unable to pull his eyes away from Jack's。 'He was my Twinner。'
'That's right。 The little boy died； Anders said。 The Talisman is single…natured。 We're single…natured。 Your father isn't。 I've seen Morgan of Orris in that other world； and he's like your father； but he's not your father。 He couldn't go into the black hotel； Richard。 He can't now。 But he knew you were single…natured； just as he knows I am。 He'd like me dead。 He needs you on his side。
'Because then； if he decided he did want the Talisman； he could always send you in to get it； couldn't he？'
Richard began to tremble。
'Never mind；' Jack said grimly。 'He won't have to worry about it。 We're going to bring it out； but he's not going to have it。'
'Jack； I don't think I can go into that place；' Richard said； but he spoke in a low； strengthless whisper； and Jack； who was already walking on； didn't hear him。
Richard trotted to catch up。
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Conversation lapsed。 Noon came and went。 The woods had bee very silent； and twice Jack had seen trees with strange； gnarly trunks and tangled roots growing quite close to the tracks。 He did not much like the looks of these trees。 They looked familiar。
Richard； staring at the ties as they disappeared beneath his feet； at last stumbled and fell over； hitting his head。 After that； Jack piggybacked him again。
'There； Jack！' Richard called； after what seemed an eternity。
Up ahead； the tracks disappeared into an old car…barn。 The doors hung open on a shadowy darkness that looked dull and moth…eaten。 Beyond the car…barn （which might once have been as pleasant as Richard had said； but which only looked spooky to Jack now） was a highway…101； Jack guessed。
Beyond that； the ocean…he could hear the pounding waves。
'I guess we're here；' he said in a dry voice。
'Almost；' Richard said。 'Point Venuti's a mile or so down the road。 God； I wish we didn't have to go there； Jack 。 。 。 Jack？ Where are you going？'
But Jack didn't look around。 He stepped off the tracks； detoured around one of those strange…looking trees （this one not even shrub…high）； and headed for the road。 High grasses and weeds brushed his road…battered jeans。 Something inside the trolley…barn…Morgan Sloat's private train…station of yore…moved with a nasty slithering bump； but Jack didn't even look toward it。
He reached the road； crossed it； and walked to the edge。
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Near the middle of December in the year 1981； a boy named Jack Sawyer stood where the water and the land came together； hands in the pockets of his jeans； looking out at the steady Pacific。 He was twelve years old and extraordinarily beautiful for his age。 His brown hair was long…probably too long…but the sea…breeze swept it back from a fine； clear brow。 He stood thinking of his mother； who was dying； and of friends； both absent and present； and worlds within worlds； turning in their courses。
I've e the distance； he thought； and shivered。 Coast to coast with Travelling Jack Sawyer。 His eyes abruptly filled with tears。 He breathed deeply of the salt。 Here he was…and the Talisman was close by。
'Jack！'
Jack didn't look at him at first； his gaze was held by the Pacific； by the sunlight gleaming gold on top of the waves。 He was here； he had made it。 He…
'Jack！' Richard struck his shoulder； bringing him out of his daze。
'Huh？'
'Look！' Richard was gaping； pointing at something down the road； in the direction in which Point Venuti presumably lay。 'Look there！'
Jack looked。 He understood Richard's surprise； but he felt none himself…or no more than he had felt when Richard had told him the name of the motel where he and his father had stayed in Point Venuti。 No； not much surprise； but…
But it was damned good to see his mother again。
Her face was twenty feet high； and it was a younger face than Jack could remember。 It was Lily as she had looked at the height of her career。 Her hair； a glorious be…bop shade of brassy blond； was pulled back in a Tuesday Weld ponytail。 Her insouciant go…to…hell grin was； however； all her own。 No one else in films had ever smiled that way…she had invented it； and she still held the patent。 She was looking back over one bare shoulder。 At Jack 。 。 。 at Richard 。 。 。 at the blue Pacific。
It was his mother 。 。 。 but when he blinked； the face changed the slightest bit。 The line of chin and jaw grew rounder； the cheekbones less pronounced； the hair darker； the eyes an even deeper blue。 Now it was the face of Laura DeLoessian； mother of Jason。 Jack blinked again； and it was his mother again…his mother at twenty…eight； grinning her cheerful fuckya…if…you…can't…take…a…joke defiance at the world。
It was a billboard。 Across the top of it ran this legend：
THIRD ANNUAL KILLER B FILM FESTIVAL
POINT VENUTI； CALIFORNIA
BITKER THEATER
DECEMBER 10TH … DECEMBER 20TH
THIS YEAR FEATURING LILY CAVANAUGH
'QUEEN OF THE B'S'
'Jack； it's your mother；' Richard said。 His voice was hoarse with awe。 'Is it just a coincidence？ It can't be； can it？'
Jack shook his head。 No； not a coincidence。
The word his eyes kept fixing on； of course； was QUEEN。
'e on；' he said to Richard。 'I think we're almost there。'
The two of them walked side by side down the road toward Point Venuti。
CHAPTER 38
The End of the Road
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Jack inspected Richard's drooping posture and glistening face carefully as they walked along。 Richard now looked as though he were dragging himself along on will power alone。 A few more wet…looking pimples had blossomed on his face。
'Are you okay； Richie？'
'No。 I don't feel too good。 But I can still walk； Jack。 You don't have to carry me。' He bent his head and plodded glumly on。 Jack saw that his friend； who had so many memories of that peculiar little railway and that peculiar little station； was suffering far more than he from the reality that now existed…rusty； broken ties； weeds； poison ivy 。 。 。 and at the end； a ramshackle building from which all the bright； remembered paint had faded； a building where something slithered uneasily in the dark。
I feel like my leg is caught in some stupid trap； Richard had said； and Jack thought he could understand that well enough 。 。 。 but not with the depth of Richard's understanding。 That was more understanding than he was sure he could bear。 A slice of Richard's childhood had been burned out of him； turned inside…out。 The railway and the dead station with its staring glassless windows must have seemed like dreadful parodies of themselves to Richard…yet more bits of the past destroyed in the wake of everything he was learning or admitting about his father。 Richard's entire life； as much as Jack's； had begun to fold into the pattern of the Territories； and Richard had been given much less preparation for this transformation。
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As for what he had told Richard about the Talisman； Jack would have sworn it was the truth…the Talisman knew they were ing。 He had begun feeling it just about when he had seen the billboard shining out with his mother's picture； now the feeling was urgent and powerful。 It was as if a great animal had awakened some miles away； and its purring made the earth resonate 。 。 。 or as if every single bulb inside a hundred…story building just over the horizon had ju
