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“Yes,” he sighed a moment later, “I should have listened to you. Twisted Swedish metal or my wife, now in a refrigerated box at the morgue? He was so self-aware, yet not self-possessed, yet the idea this came from flying never entered her mind. She’s gone.” His was a robot-like demeanor now, even the motions of his arms and face while he talked seemed mechanically contrived, almost ritualized, and the old man behind the counter motioned to her, ‘asked’ her to come close with a nod of his head.
That is how we became friends.” He turned his face to the dome of the night and listened to a star for the longest time. Keys are in the ignition.” She nodded without comment and got behind the wheel; while she adjusted the seat and mirrors he opened the overhead door and she looked at him, thought about the number of men she knew who might so openly trust a stranger – let alone a woman – and she wondered about this man once again.
More lightning, one arc hitting Bachman Lake, and the runway lights flickered once – then lights all over the airport blinked out. ” “Just lost power at Love.” “Was that wind shear, or what? Still, the thought was out there waiting for him, and driving home on LBJ an hour later it was all he could do to get the kid’s mistakes out of his mind – and the inrushing memory of all those apartment buildings just below. “You say she was hit by another…” “Actually, sir, it was a dump truck. Pushed by the unseen hand of protective obedience, the patrolwoman came to the old man and told him everything she knew. He woke with a start, saw the great star now close to the far rim, the coming of darkness not far now.
“Uh, two-two-tango, I think we’re going around now.” “Two-two, missed approach approved, turn right to one-eight-zero passing one thousand, contact Center one-two-five-two.” “One-eighty at one and one-two-five-two,” King said as one of the other instructors came into the cockpit. Stewart had already lost almost 300 feet when ordered off the flight deck, but what if he’d let the kid figure it out for another few seconds? At the very least they’d have burned some shingles off those apartments, but he couldn’t bring himself to think about the other likely outcome. Ran a stop sign, hit the driver’s door broadside at a fairly high rate of speed. King stood before the towering flames and watched his wife’s wreathed form disappear within tendrils of crackling black smoke; in time he watched embers pulse and fade, and as one last orange spark left her body – beginning their journey to the stars – he stood and watched the glowing orb ascend past the known…and on – to what? He remained with his people – as cold and quiet as stone – through the night, yet when the great star came and chased away the night everyone saw that King too had gone. He stood and scanned the horizon again, saw her plume and smiled.
Suddenly it was impossible to reconcile the various images in his mind – then he saw Sharon looking up at him through a veil of tears, asking…“What happened to us? “If there’s anything I can do to help,” the policewoman said, her voice softly sincere as she handed a card to him, “please call me.” He looked up at the girl and nodded as he fumbled her card into a pocket. Thanks for, you know, being there.” She nodded, then turned abruptly and walked away. I need you, and I know Jenny does too.” His old man nodded and he watched as his father wiped away a tear. He packed a suitcase and put the thing in his car, then went back inside for the urns. Condensation’s forming now…getting too cool out.” He stood and unplugged the rig from the extension cord, then rolled the cart into his study.
The line between life and death was often razor thin, but this night had been a little too tricky. But no, Sharon and Jenn had just left for school – so it was Friday…? Your wife was killed in the collision, sir, and…” He felt her words, saw the rooftops reaching up through the night – clawing into the sunlight for him once again. Another gulf of infinite space passed and he finally pulled away. When he finished her coffee he walked to the living room and sat down heavily, rubbed his eyes once. ” “No, sir…I’m not qualified, but she was sitting up and talking the last time I saw her.” He nodded his head, rubbed the bridge of his nose. He had looked at the image, a quick, evasive, sidelong glance and then he turned away quickly – somehow nodding his head while trying not to fall down. ” Goldstein asked, then her eyes went wide when she saw the letter on the cop’s clipboard. The first time he met her his father’s father had been there, and the old man had shown him the hidden ways to this place.
Signs that were echoes of stories his father had told him, stories of currents and wind patterns, stories of what had been, and, sometimes, stories about the music of things to come – about the music of the stars. How’d you get involved with a bunch of hillbillies? ” “Because I didn’t want you to be alone tonight.” He nodded, tried not to smile then shook his head. ‘If this was my daughter,’ she thought, ‘I’d be coming apart at the seams…’ She stuck to surface streets and made her way to Gaston Avenue, dropped him at the main entrance and drove off to park his car – and only then did she notice the time – after three in the morning… “Shouldn’t be long.” She nodded, smiled, then turned back and looked at King.
Nothing is as it should be when life is out of balance.” He turned and looked at the girl and the dog sitting on the point above the rocks, watching the same place in the sea. ” He turned and looked at his children’s children, and he could see that they had followed his eyes. But, you see, I had forgotten how.” On another night years before he turned to face the night sky and studied patterns caught within the fabric of time; some time later he turned and studied the surface of the sea for signs he had memorized when he was very young. “I assume you know the quickest way there,” he sighed – and she noted no tension in his voice, just a calm “let’s work the problem” way of talking she found utterly unnerving. “I’ve called someone down to talk to him,” the old man whispered conspiratorially.
Thunderstorm now three miles north of the airport.” “Two-two, we have the lights.” “Understood. When the great star was high overhead on the seventh day he stopped and looked at the color of the water, then his eyes swept the horizon for the sign – but when all he saw was hollow nothingness he frowned and sat in the hollowed hull.
Clear to land one-three left.” A bolt of lightning arced across the sky, seemingly between their 757 and the threshold, and then the bottom fell out. He ate another piece of fruit and savored the taste of faraway land, then he closed his eyes and waited for sleep.
There was nothing he could do now but wait for the music, so he turned his face to the ringed one and opened his arms, waiting at the edge of the world for the first chord… Those people live to die, worse than samurai culture.” “Too much invested to walk away now, son. And now, even now, there was no duty to family in this man – unless someone happened to be filming a campaign spot, when suddenly family values shot back into the spotlight. What’s this got to do with…” “I found a letter in your wife’s purse. He looked at the woman for a moment and then they both started laughing.