sk.dreamcatcher-第121部分

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　　　　Owen　felt　really　frightened　for　the　first　time。　'Kurtz　and　Freddy　and　Perlmutter　…　Henry；　I　can't　tell　where　they　are！　I've　lost　them！'
　　　　Henry　had　unrolled　the　top　of　the　bag　and　looked　inside。　What　he　saw　there；　lying　on　top　of　the　box　of　lemon…flavored　glycerine　swabs；　transfixed　him。　He　replied　to　Owen；　but　his　voice　seemed　to　be　ing　from　the　far　end　of　some　previously　undisclosed　…　hell；　unsuspected　…　valley。　There　was　such　a　valley；　he　knew　that　now。　A　trough　of　years。　He　would　not；　could　not；　say　he　had　never　suspected　that　such　geography　existed；　but　how　in　God's　name　could　he　have　suspected　so　little？
　　　　'They　just　passed　Exit　29；'　he　said。　'Twenty　miles　behind　us　now。　Maybe　even　closer。'
　　　　'What's　wrong　with　you？'
　　　　Henry　reached　into　the　brown　bag　and　brought　out　the　little　creation　of　string；　so　like　a　cobweb；　which　had　hung　over　Duddits's　bed　here；　and　over　the　bed　at　the　Maple　Lane　house　before　Alfie　had　died。
　　　　'Duddits；　where　did　you　get　this？'　he　asked；　but　of　course　he　knew。　This　dreamcatcher　was　smaller　than　the　one　which　had　hung　in　the　main　room　at　Hole　in　the　Wall；　but　was　otherwise　its　twin。
　　　　'Eeeyer；'　Duddits　said。　He　had　never　taken　his　eyes　off　Henry。　It　was　as　if　he　could　still　not　entirely　believe　that　Henry　was　here。　'Eeeyer　ent　ooo　cee。　Or　eye　Issmuss　ass…eek。'
　　　　Although　his　mind…reading　ability　was　fading　rapidly　as　his　body　beat　back　the　byrus；　Owen　understood　this　easily　enough；　Beaver　sent　to　me；　Duddits　said。　For　my　Christmas　last　week。　Down's　sufferers　had　difficulty　expressing　concepts　of　time　past　and　time　to　e；　and　Owen　suspected　that　to　Duddits　the　past　was　always　last　week；　the　future　always　next　week。　It　seemed　to　Owen　that　if　everyone　thought　that　way；　there　would　be　a　lot　less　grief　and　rancor　in　the　world。
　　　　Henry　looked　at　the　little　string　dreamcatcher　a　moment　longer；　then　returned　it　to　the　brown　bag　just　as　Roberta　bustled　back　in。　Duddits　broke　into　a　huge　grin　when　he　saw　what　she'd　gone　for。　'Oooby…Doo！'　he　cried。　'Ooby…Doo　unnox！'　He　took　it　and　gave　her　a　kiss　on　each　cheek。
　　　　'Owen；'　Henry　said。　His　eyes　were　bright。　'I　have　some　extremely　good　news。'
　　　　'Tell　me。'
　　　　'The　bastards　just　hit　a　detour　…　jackknifed　tractor　…　trailer　just　shy　of　Exit　28。　It's　going　to　cost　them　ten；　maybe　twenty　minutes。'
　　　　'Thank　Christ。　Let's　use　them。'　He　glanced　at　the　coat…tree　in　the　corner。　Hanging　from　it　was　a　huge　blue　duffel　coat　with　RED　SOX　WINTER　BALL　printed　on　the　back　in　bright　scarlet。　'That　yours；　Duddits？'
　　　　'Ine！'　Duddits　said；　smiling　and　nodding。　'I…acket。'　And；　as　Owen　reached　for　it：　'Ooo　saw　us　ine　Osie。'　He　got　that　one；　too；　and　it　sent　a　chill　up　his　back。　You　saw　us　find　Josie。
　　　　So　he　had　。　。　。　and　Duddits　had　seen　him。　Only　last　night；　or　had　Duddits　seen　him　on　that　day；　nineteen　years　ago？　Did　Duddits's　gift　also　involve　a　kind　of　time　travel？
　　　　This　wasn't　the　time　to　ask　such　questions；　and　Owen　was　almost　glad。　　
　　　　'I　said　I　wouldn't　pack　his　lunchbox；　but　of　course　I　did。　In　the　end；　I　did。'
　　　　Roberta　looked　at　it　…　at　Duddits　holding　it；　shifting　it　from　hand　to　hand　as　he　struggled　into　the　enormous　parka；　which　had　also　been　a　gift　from　the　Boston　Red　Sox。　His　face　was　unbelievably　pale　against　the　bright　blue　and　even　brighter　yellow　of　the　lunchbox。　'I　knew　he　was　going。　And　that　I　wasn't。'　Her　eyes　searched　Henry's　face。　'Please　may　I　not　go；　Henry？'
　　　　'If　you　do；　you　could　die　in　front　of　him；'　Henry　said　…　hating　the　cruelty　of　it；　also　hating　how　well　his　life's　work　had　prepared　him　to　push　the　right　buttons。　'Would　you　want　him　to　see　that；　Roberta？'
　　　　'No；　of　course　not。'　And；　as　an　afterthought；　hurting　him　all　the　way　to　the　center　of　his　heart：　'Damn　you。'
　　　　She　went　to　Duddits；　pushed　Owen　aside；　and　quickly　ran　up　her　son's　zip　per。　Then　she　took　him　by　the　shoulders；　pulled　him　down；　and　fixed　him　with　her　eyes。　Tiny；　fierce　little　bird　of　a　woman。　Tall；　pale　son；　floating　inside　his　parka。　Roberta　had　stopped　crying。
　　　　'You　be　good；　Duddie。'
　　　　'I　eee　ood；　Umma。'
　　　　'You　mind　Henry。'
　　　　'I…ill；　Umma。　I　ine　Ennie。'
　　　　'Stay　bundled　up。'
　　　　'I…ill。'
　　　　Still　obedient；　but　a　little　impatient　now；　wanting　to　be　off；　and　how　all　this　took　Henry　back：　trips　to　get　ice　cream；　trips　to　play　minigolf　（Duddits　had　been　weirdly　good　at　the　game；　only　Pete　had　been　able　to　beat　him　with　any　consistency）；　trips　to　the　movies；　always　you　mind　Henry　or　you　mind　Jonesy　or　you　mind　your　friends；　always　you　be　good；　Duddie　and　I　ee　oood；　Umma。
　　　　She　looked　him　up　and　down。
　　　　'I　love　you；　Douglas。　You　have　always　been　a　good　son　to　me；　and　I　love　you　so　very　much。　Give　me　a　kiss；　now。'
　　　　He　kissed　her；　her　hand　stole　out　and　caressed　his　beard…sandy　cheek。　Henry　could　hardly　bear　to　look；　but　he　did　look；　was　as　helpless　as　any　fly　caught　in　any　spiderweb。　Every　dreamcatcher　was　also　a　trap。
　　　　Duddits　gave　her　another　perfunctory　kiss；　but　his　brilliant　green　eyes　shifted　between　Henry　and　the　door。　Duddits　was　anxious　to　be　off。　Because　he　knew　the　people　after　Henry　and　his　friend　were　close？　Because　it　was　an　adventure；　like　all　the　adventures　the　five　of　them　had　had　in　the　old　days？　Both？　Yes；　probably　both。　Roberta　let　him　go；　her　hands　leaving　her　son　for　the　last　time。
　　　　'Roberta；'　Henry　said。　'Why　didn't　you　tell　any　of　us　this　was　happening？　Why　didn't　you　call？'
　　　　'Why　didn't　you　ever　e？'
　　　　Henry　might　have　asked　another　of　his　own　…　Why　didn't　Duddits　call？　…　but　the　very　question　would　have　been　a　lie。　Duddits　had　called　repeatedly　since　March；　when　Jonesy　had　had　his　accident。　He　thought　of　Pete；　sitting　in　the　snow　beside　the　overturned　Scout；　drinking　beer　and　writing　DUDDITS　over　and　over　again　in　the　snow。　Duddits；　marooned　in　Never…Never　Land　and　dying　there；　Duddits　sending　his　messages　and　receiving　back　only　silence。　Finally　one　of　them　had　e；　but　only　to　take　him　away　with　nothing　but　a　bag　of　pills　and　his　old　yellow　lunchbox。　There　was　no　kindness　in　the　dreamcatcher。　They　had　meant　only　good　for　Duddits；　even　on　that　first　day；　they　had　loved　him　honestly。　Still；　it　came　down　to　this。
　　　　'Take　care　of　him；　Henry。'　Her　gaze　shifted　to　Owen。　'You　too。　Take　care　of　my　son。'
　　　　Henry　said；　'We'll　try。'


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There　was　no　place　to　turn　around　on　Dearborn　Street；　every　driveway　had　been　plowed　under。　In　the　strengthening　morning　light；　the　sleeping　neighborhood　looked　like　a　town　deep　in　the　Alaskan　tundra。　Owen　threw　the　Hummer　in　reverse　and　went　flying　backward　down　the　street；　the　bulky　vehicle's　rear　end　wagging　clumsily　from　side　to　side。　Its　high　steel　bumper　smacked　some　snow…shrouded　vehicle　parked　at　the　curb；　there　was　a　tinkle　of　breaking　glass；　and　then　they　again　burst　through　the　frozen　roadblock　of　snow　at　the　intersection；　swerving　wildly　back　into　Kansas　Street；　pointing　toward　the　turnpike。　During　all　this　Duddits　sat　in　the　back　seat；　perfectly　placent；　his　lunchbox　on　his　lap。
　　　　Henry；　why　did　Duddits　say　Jonesy　wants　war？　What　war？
　　　　Henry　tried　to　send　the　answer　telepathically；　but　Owen　could　no　longer　hear　him。　The　patches　of　byrus　on　Owen's　face　had　all　turned　white；　and　when　he　scratched　absently　at　his　cheek；　he　pulled　clumps　of　the　stuff　out　with　his　nails。　The　skin　beneath　looked　chapped　and　irritated；　but　not　really　hurt。　Like　getting　over　a　cold；　Henry　marvelled。　Really　not　more　serious　than　that。
　　　　'He　didn't　say　war；　Owen。'
　　　　'War；'　Duddits　agreed　from　the　back　seat。　He　leaned　forward　to　look　at　the　big　green　sign　reading　95　SOUTHBOUND。　'Onesy　ont　war。
　　　　Owen's　brow　wrinkled；　a　dust　of　dead　byrus　flakes　sifted　down　like　dandruff。　'What…'
　　　　'Water；'　Henry　said；　and　reached　back　to　pat　Duddit's　bony　knee。　'Jonesy　wants　water　is　what　he　was　trying　to　say。　Only　it's　not　Jonesy　who　wants　it。　It's　the　other　one。　The　one　he　calls　Mr　Gray。'


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Roberta　went　into　Duddits's　room　and　began　to　pick　up　the　litter　of　his　clothes　…　the　way　he　left　them　around　drove　her　crazy；　but　she　supposed　she　wouldn't　have　to　worry　about　that　anymore。　She　had　been　at　it　scarcely　five　minutes　before　a　weakness　overcame　her　legs；　and　she　had　to　sit　in　his　chair　by　the　window。　The　sight　of　the　bed；　where　he　ha