stephen king - mist-第9部分
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was panting； as if he had run a long distance。 Nobody said anything。 〃Well； y'oughta see it；〃 he repeated； sounding defensive this time。 People eyed him and some of them shuffled； but no one wanted to lose his or her place in line。 A few people who hadn't reached the lines yet left their carts and strolled through the empty checkout lanes to see if they could see what he was talking about。 A big guy in a summer hat with a paisley band （the kind of hat you almost never see except in beer mercials with backyard barbecues as their settings） yanked open the OUT door and several people…ten； maybe a dozen…went out with him。 The kid went along。
〃Don't let out all the air conditioning；〃 one of the army kids cracked； and there were a few chuckles。 I wasn't chuckling。 I had seen the mist ing across the lake。
〃Billy； why don't you go have a look？〃 Norton said。
〃No；〃 I said at once； for no concrete reason。
The line moved forward again。 People craned their necks； looking for the fog the kid had mentioned； but there was nothing on view except bright…blue sky。 I heard someone say that the kid must have been joking。 Someone else responded that he had seen a funny line of mist on Long Lake not an hour ago。 The first whistle whooped and screamed。 I didn't like it。 It sounded like big…league doom blowing that way。
More people went out。 A few even left their places in line； which speeded up the proceedings a bit。 Then grizzled old John Lee Frovin； who works as a mechanic at the Texaco station； came ducking in and yelled： 〃Hey！ Anybody got a camera？〃 He looked around； then ducked back out again。
That caused something of a rush。 If it was worth taking a picture of； it was worth seeing。
Suddenly Mrs。 Carmody cried in her rusty but powerful old voice； 〃Don't go out there！ 〃
People turned around to look at her。 The orderly shape of the lines had grown fuzzy as people left to get a look at the mist； or as they drew away from Mrs。 Carmody； or as I
they milled around； seeking out their friends。 A pretty young woman in a cranberry…colored sweatshirt and dark…green slacks was looking at Mrs。 Carmody in a thoughtful； evaluating way。 A few opportunists were taking advantage of whatever the situation was to move up a couple of places。 The checker beside Bud Brown looked over her shoulder again； and Brown tapped her shoulder with a long finger。 〃Keep your mind on what you're doing； Sally。〃
〃Don't go out there！〃 Mrs。 Carmody yelled。 〃It's death！ I feel that it's death out there！〃
Bud and Ollie Weeks； who both knew her； just looked impatient and irritated； but any summer people around her stepped smartly away； never minding their places in line。 The bag…ladies in big cities seem to have the same effect on people； as if they were carriers of some contagious disease。 Who knows？ Maybe they are。
Things began to happen at an accelerating； confusing pace then。 A man staggered into the market； shoving the IN door open。 His nose was bleeding。 〃Something in the fog！〃 he screamed； and Billy shrank against me…whether because of the man's bloody nose or what he was saying； I don't know。 〃Something in the fog！ Something in the fog took John Lee！ Something He staggered back against a display of lawn food stacked by the window and sat down there。 〃Something in the fog took John Lee and I heard him screaming！ 〃
The situation changed。 Made nervous by the storm； by the police siren and the fire whistle； by the subtle dislocation any power outage causes in the American psyche； and by the steadily mounting atmosphere of unease as things somehow 。。。 somehow changed （I don't know how to put it any better than that）； people began to move in a body。
They didn't bolt。 if I told you that； I would be giving you entirely the wrong impression。 It wasn't exactly a panic。 They didn't run…or at least； most of them didn't。 But they went。 Some of them just went to the big show window on the far side of the checkout lanes to look out。 Others went out the IN door； some still carrying their intended purchases。 Bud Brown； harried and officious； began yelling： 〃Hey！ You haven't paid for that！ Hey； you！ e back here with those hotdog rolls！ 〃
Someone laughed at him； a crazy； yodeling sound that made other people smile。 Even as they smiled they looked bewildered； confused； and nervous。 Then someone else laughed and Brown flushed。 He grabbed a box of mushrooms away from a lady who was crowding past him to look out the window…the segments of glass were lined with people now； they were like the folks you see looking through loopholes into a building site…and the lady screamed； 〃Give me back my mushies！〃 This bizarre term of affection caused two men standing nearby to break into crazy laughter…and there was something of the old English Bedlam about all of it； now。 Mrs。 Carmody trumpeted again not to go out there。 The fire whistle whooped breathlessly； a strong old woman who had scared up a prowler in the house。 And Billy burst into tears。
〃Daddy； what's that bloody man？ Why is that bloody man？〃
〃It's okay； Big Bill； it's his nose； he's okay。〃
〃What did he mean； something in the fog？〃 Norton asked。 He was frowning ponderously； which was probably Norton's way of looking confused。
〃Daddy； I'm scared；〃 Billy said through his tears。 〃Can we please go home？〃
Someone bumped past me roughly； jolting me off my feet； and I picked Billy up。 I was getting scared； too。 The confusion was mounting。 Sally； the checker by Bud Brown； started away and he grabbed her back by the collar of her red smock。 It ripped。 She slap…clawed out at him； her face twisting。 〃Get your fucking hands off me！〃 she screamed。
〃Oh； shut up； you little bitch；〃 Brown said； but he sounded totally astounded。
He reached for her again and Ollie Weeks said sharply： 〃Bud！ Cool it！〃
Someone else screamed。 it hadn't been a panic before…not quite…but it was getting to be one。 People streamed out of both doors。 There was a crash of breaking glass and Coke fizzed suddenly across the floor。
〃What the Christ is this？〃 Norton exclaimed。
That was when it started getting dark 。。。 but no； that's not exactly right。 My thought at the time was not that it was getting dark but that the lights in the market had gone out。 I looked up at the fluorescents in a quick reflex action； and I wasn't alone。 And at first； until I remembered the power failure； it seemed that was it； that was what had changed the quality of the light； Then I remembered they had been out all the time we had been in the market and things hadn't seemed dark before。 Then I knew； even before the people at the window started to yell and point。
The mist was ing。
It came from the Kansas Road entrance to the parking lot； and even this close it looked no different than it had when we first noticed it on the far side of the lake。 it was white and bright but non…reflecting。 It was moving fast； and it had blotted out most of the sun。 Where the sun had been there was now a silver coin in the sky； like a full moon in winter seen through a thin scud of cloud。
It came with lazy speed。 Watching it reminded me somehow of last evening's waterspout。 There are big forces in nature that you hardly ever see … earthquakes； hurricanes； tornadoes …I haven't seen them all but I've seen enough to guess that they all move with that lazy； hypnotizing speed。 They hold you spellbound； the way Billy and Steffy had been in front of the picture window last night。
It rolled impartially across the two…lane blacktop and erased it from view。 The McKeons' nice restored Dutch Colonial was swallowed whole。 For a moment the second floor of the ramshackle apartment building next door jutted out of the whiteness； and then it went too。 The KEEP RIGHT sign at the entrance and exit points to the Federal's parking lot disappeared； the black letters on the sign seeming to float for a moment in limbo after the sign's dirty…white background was gone。 The cars in the parking lot began to disappear next。
〃What the Christ is this？〃 Norton asked again； and there was a catch in his voice。
It came on； eating up the blue sky and the fresh black hottop with equal ease。 Even twenty feet away the line of demarcation was perfectly clear。 I had the nutty feeling that I was watchin
