jefflong.yearzero-第80部分
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〃Your two weeks are almost up;〃 she announced brightly。
He sat up; dull and heavy。 His eyes hurt from the reflected light on the stainless steel walls。 He was sick from dreaming too much。 〃Miranda;〃 he said。
〃Is that tan for real? You look like a gigolo。〃
She was calling from her kitchen puter。 It was late afternoon。 He could tell by the long shadows。 She was eating toast; trying to appear casual; as if this were just another call on her list。
〃I miss you;〃 he said。
〃I heard about your daughter;〃 she said。 〃I'm sorry。〃
He felt stupid with inertia。 〃What's going on out there? I heard about the pilgrims。〃
〃Yes。 Poor people。〃
Nathan Lee didn't pursue it。 〃You shouldn't have sent the Captain after me;〃 he said。
〃Don't blame me;〃 she said。 〃I never would have done that to him。 He sent himself。 He had his reasons。 His own; you know; loss。〃
Nathan Lee fell silent。
〃It was a grand try;〃 Miranda said。 〃Doomed。 But grand。〃
Nathan Lee looked away from the screen。 He didn't want grand; he wanted ordinary。 He didn't want hardships; he wanted a soft bed and a hot shower。 People lauded his adventures as plunges into his soul; never realizing he was in an almost constant state of escape from his own missteps and unworthiness。 All his life he had felt。。。starved。
〃Ochs is gone;〃 she said。 〃In case you were wondering。〃 She seemed to lean closer; watching for a reaction。
Ochs。〃What did you do with him?〃
〃Not me;〃 she said。 〃My father。 He's here。〃
〃He came up from the sanctuary?〃
〃He flew in by helicopter。 He had business to attend。 Loose ends。〃
There was so much to talk about。 Suddenly Nathan Lee could not wait to be out of this place。 〃Where did Ochs go?〃 he asked。
〃Out。 Down from the Hill。 He left before he could be deported。 The perimeter cameras showed him walking across the bridge over the river。 No one knows where he went。〃 She hesitated。 〃Are you going after him?〃
He was not。 Ochs was dead to him。 There were a dozen different ways to state that。 Nathan Lee chose carefully。 〃And lose you?〃 he said。
It was the right answer。 Her lips opened; but she said nothing。
〃We need to talk;〃 he said。 His nightmares of the sea had e back。 He kept dreaming of the children and letting go of the ship; cutting loose from the lost ones。But what if he had saved them?
She leaned into the camera。 Her face distorted on his screen。 〃Not now;〃 she said。 She smiled。 〃I'll tell you more; later。 Be ready;〃 she warned him。 〃That's why I called。 Heads up。 My father wants to meet you。〃
〃Me?〃
〃He said it's important。〃
It came to him; her fleshed…out face; the green eyes no longer so sunken。 〃You're pregnant;〃 he blurted out。
For a moment he was overjoyed。
She looked jolted。 〃Why would you say such a thing?〃
〃I just thought; your father; us。。。〃 He stopped; embarrassed。 It had bee pathetic; his groping for a family of his own。 He remembered Miranda's words from what seemed a lifetime ago; that bringing a child into the world would be a cruelty。 〃I was wrong;〃 he said。
〃Go to sleep; Nathan Lee。〃 The screen went blank。
That night he dreamed about the Russian ship again; the faces bobbing in the dark water。
NEXT MORNING; dressed in clean jumpsuits; he and Captain Enote were taken to the gates of South Sector and processed out。 A humvee waited on the far side of the wire。 The world looked fresh and unspoiled out there。 The morning air was so crisp it was like snapping your fingers。
The Captain took deep draughts of the air。 His face was copper from the UVs; but he had lost weight in decon。 He looked gaunt and very old this morning; and Nathan Lee felt ashamed; as if it were his fault the man had gone through so much suffering。 〃Thanks;〃 he said。 He kept it unadorned。 〃Are you okay?〃
The Captain nodded once。 〃It was a bad place。 But good for thinking;〃 he said。 〃Now things are very clear to me。〃 He didn't elaborate。
The driver had been instructed to deliver Nathan Lee first。 〃Dr。 Abbot is waiting for you。〃
〃He can wait a little more;〃 said Nathan Lee。 He made the driver first take the Captain to his little house above the town。 It was set among the pines; and Nathan Lee saw a treehouse made of scrap wood。 That was for Tara。 The Captain got out stiffly。 Nathan Lee stayed in the deeper recesses of the hummer。 He didn't want Tara to see him; not this morning when he would only leave her too soon。
The Captain faced his home。 He didn't have an ounce of luggage。 〃We'll see you later;〃 he said。
Near the tip of the mesa finger they came to Miranda's house。 Nathan Lee approached the front door。 He could still taste the toothpaste from South Sector。 After all the decon; he'd probably never smelled so clean in his life。
Miranda opened the door before he could knock。 She was taller than he remembered。 He felt frail and self conscious。 He half…expected a plague kiss; which had bee the fashion in Los Alamos; a darting of cheek toward cheek; lips pursed; no contact。 She kissed him on the mouth and hugged him tight enough to feel her heart drumming in her ribs。 〃You're back;〃 she whispered。
Her father was in the kitchen; one cellphone to his ear; another in his opposite hand。 His hair was thick and black; bed straight back from his high forehead。 He was dressed sharply; ready for prime time; issuing a mand。 He measured Nathan Lee from the corner of his eye。 Nathan Lee saw Miranda's height and strong jaw in Paul Abbot; and her long; columnar neck。
〃You need to eat;〃 Miranda said to Nathan Lee。 She poured a glass of orange juice from the refrigerator; and he took his time with it; savoring the coldness and sweet taste。
Everything seemed so delicate。 And deep。 The mountains looked a million miles away。 His focus had dwindled to a few feet away within the cell。
〃Sit;〃 she manded。 She was nervous; which brought the dictator out in her。 〃Or stand。〃
〃I'm fine; Miranda。〃
Her father held up a one…minute finger。
Glancing around; Nathan Lee saw Miranda's defiance to her father。 It was in the details。 She had left dirty dishes stacked in the sink; which was not like her; and books piled on the counter。 Also; she had brought Nathan Lee's Matisse statue from the bedroom。 The little nude was conspicuous in a beam of sunlight。 The jade glowed with inner light; all curves and hips and attitude。
Then he saw a cube of clear plastic; three inches square; on the kitchen table。 Suspended in its center was what looked like a morphine ampule; the type bat soldiers stabbed into wounded rades。 He'd seen enough of them on his passage through America to know that this one didn't contain morphine; though。 The liquid was wheat…colored; like the sera Miranda had showed him in the storage freezers。 It was easy to infer this was what his midnight visitor had described; the Sera…III。
Abbot finished。 In one movement; he flipped shut the phone; stood; and thrust out one hand。 Handshakes had fallen from fashion; too; but he didn't hesitate。 〃Nathan Lee Swift;〃 he said。 In the pool of his gaze; Nathan Lee saw that everything that could be known about him; Abbot knew; including his latest blood analysis。 Arguably the most powerful man on earth; Abbot had probably had his daughter's lover all but dissected。
〃How does it feel to rejoin the living?〃 he said。 His grip was powerful。 The release was equally powerful。 He ruled by that hand。
〃The leaves were turning when I left;〃 Nathan Lee said。 He kept it simple。 〃Now they're gone。〃
〃Miranda told me about your tragic discovery in Denver。〃 Abbot waited。 He was trolling。 He wanted to hear Nathan Lee speak。 He wanted; Nathan Lee realized; to see his grief。。。or grit。
〃Dad。〃 Miranda tried to intervene。 Abbot didn't take his eyes from Nathan Lee's。
〃I don't know why I didn't know;〃 Nathan Lee said to him。 〃Now it's over。〃
Abbot offered no further condolences。 The world was full of lost souls and mournful tribes。 He was steeled against the outsiders。 His borders were confined; his hoard rich; but finite。 His domain was for the privileged few; and he was unapologetic about it。
Miranda hovered to one side。 She didn't know what to do with these two men。 They took up all the space in her kitchen; Nathan Lee could feel it。 They were weari