sk.thetalisman-第13部分
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'…yeah； whatever； he knows it。 That be one of the reasons he be ing up here soon。 And one of the reasons you got to get movin。'
'Why？' Jack burst out。 'What good can I do if it's cancer？ If it's cancer and she's here instead of in some clinic； it's because there's no way； if she's here； see； it means…' The tears threatened again and he swallowed them back frantically。 'It means it must be all through her。'
All through her。 Yes。 That was another truth his heart knew： the truth of her accelerating weight…loss； the truth of the brown shadows under her eyes。 All through her； but please God； hey； God； please； man； she's my mother…
'I mean；' he finished in a thick voice； 'what good is that Daydream place going to do？'
'I think we had enough jaw…chin for now；' Speedy said。 'Just believe this here； Travellin Jack： I'd never tell you you ought to go if you couldn't do her some good。'
'But…'
'Get quiet； Travellin Jack。 Can't talk no more till I show you some of what I mean。 Wouldn't do no good。 e on。'
Speedy put an arm around Jack's shoulders and led him around the carousel dish。 They went out the door together and walked down one of the amusement park's deserted byways。 On their left was the Demon Dodgem Cars building； now boarded and shuttered。 On their right was a series of booths： Pitch Til U Win； Famous Pier Pizza & Dough…Boys； the Rim…fire Shooting Gallery； also boarded up （faded wild animals pranced across the boards…lions and tigers and bears； o my）。
They reached the wide main street； which was called Boardwalk Avenue in vague imitation of Atlantic City…Arcadia Funworld had a pier； but no real boardwalk。 The arcade building was now a hundred yards down to their left and the arch marking the entrance to Arcadia Funworld about two hundred yards down to their right。 Jack could hear the steady； grinding thunder of the breaking waves； the lonely cries of the gulls。
He looked at Speedy； meaning to ask him what now； what next； could he mean any of it or was it a cruel joke 。 。 。 but he said none of those things。 Speedy was holding out the green glass bottle。
'That…' Jack began。
'Takes you there；' Speedy said。 'Lot of people who visit over there don't need nothin like this； but you ain't been there in a while； have you； Jacky？'
'No。' When had he last closed his eyes in this world and opened them in the magic world of the Daydreams； that world with its rich； vital smells and its deep； transparent sky？ Last year？ No。 Further back than that 。 。 。 California 。 。 。 after his father had died。 He would have been about 。 。 。
Jack's eyes widened。 Nine years old？ That long？ Three years？
It was frightening to think how quietly； how unobtrusively； those dreams； sometimes sweet； sometimes darkly unsettling； had slipped away…as if a large part of his imagination had died painlessly and unannounced。
He took the bottle from Speedy quickly； almost dropping it。 He felt a little panicky。 Some of the Daydreams had been disturbing； yes； and his mother's carefully worded admonitions not to mix up reality and make…believe （in other words don't go crazy； Jacky； ole kid ole sock； okay？） had been a little scary； yes； but he discovered now that he didn't want to lose that world after all。
He looked in Speedy's eyes and thought： He knows it； too。 Everything I just thought； he knows。 Who are you； Speedy？
'When you ain't been there for a while； you kinda forget how to get there on your own hook；' Speedy said。 He nodded at the bottle。 'That's why I got me some magic juice。 This stuff is special。' Speedy spoke this last in tones that were almost reverential。
'Is it from there？ The Territories？'
'Nope。 They got some magic right here； Travellin Jack。 Not much； but a little。 This here magic juice e from California。'
Jack looked at him doubtfully。
'Go on。 Have you a little sip and see if you don't go travellin。' Speedy grinned。 'Drink enough of that； you can go just about anyplace you want。 You're lookin at one who knows。'
'Jeez； Speedy； but…' He began to feel afraid。 His mouth had gone dry； the sun seemed much too bright； and he could feel his pulsebeat speeding up in his temples。 There was a coppery taste under his tongue and Jack thought： That's how his 'magic juice' will taste…horrible。
'If you get scared and want to e back； have another sip；' Speedy said。
'It'll e with me？ The bottle？ You promise？' The thought of getting stuck there； in that mystical other place； while his mother was sick and Sloat…beset back here； was awful。
'I promise。'
'Okay。' Jack brought the bottle to his lips 。 。 。 and then let it fall away a little。 The smell was awful…sharp and rancid。 'I don't want to； Speedy；' he whispered。
Lester Parker looked at him； and his lips were smiling； but there was no smile in his eyes…they were stern。 Unpromising。 Frightening。 Jack thought of black eyes： eye of gull； eye of vortex。 Terror swept through him。
He held the bottle out to Speedy。 'Can't you take it back？' he asked； and his voice came out in a strengthless whisper。 'Please？'
Speedy made no reply。 He did not remind Jack that his mother was dying； or that Morgan Sloat was ing。 He didn't call Jack a coward； although he had never in his life felt so much like a coward； not even the time he had backed away from the high board at Camp Acac and some of the other kids had booed him。 Speedy merely turned around and whistled at a cloud。
Now loneliness joined the terror； sweeping helplessly through him。 Speedy had turned away from him； Speedy had shown him his back。
'Okay；' Jack said suddenly。 'Okay； if it's what you need me to do。'
He raised the bottle again； and before he could have any second or third thoughts； he drank。
The taste was worse than anything he had anticipated。 He had had wine before； had even developed some taste for it （he especially liked the dry white wines his mother served with sole or snapper or swordfish）； and this was something like wine 。 。 。 but at the same time it was a dreadful mockery of all the wines he had drunk before。 The taste was high and sweet and rotten； not the taste of lively grapes but of dead grapes that had not lived well。
As his mouth flooded with that horrible sweet…purple taste； he could actually see those grapes…dull； dusty； obese and nasty； crawling up a dirty stucco wall in a thick； syrupy sunlight that was silent except for the stupid buzz of many flies。
He swallowed and thin fire printed a snail…trail down his throat。
He closed his eyes； grimacing； his gorge threatening to rise。 He did not vomit； although he believed that if he had eaten any breakfast he would have done。
'Speedy…'
He opened his eyes； and further words died in his throat。 He forgot about the need to sick up that horrible parody of wine。 He forgot about his mother； and Uncle Morgan； and his father； and almost everything else。
Speedy was gone。 The graceful arcs of the roller coaster against the sky were gone。 Boardwalk Avenue was gone。
He was someplace else now。 He was…
'In the Territories；' Jack whispered； his entire body crawling with a mad mixture of terror and exhilaration。 He could feel the hair stirring on the nape of his neck； could feel a goofed…up grin pulling at the corners of his mouth。 'Speedy； I'm here； my God； I'm here in the Territories！ I…'
But wonder overcame him。 He clapped a hand over his mouth and slowly turned in a plete circle； looking at this place to which Speedy's 'magic juice' had brought him。
4
The ocean was still there； but now it was a darker； richer blue…the truest indigo Jack had ever seen。 For a moment he stood transfixed； the sea…breeze blowing in his hair； looking at the horizon…line where that indigo ocean met a sky the color of faded denim。
That horizon…line showed a faint but unmistakable curve。
He shook his head； frowning； and turned the other way。 Sea…grass； high and wild and tangled； ran down from the headland where the round carousel building had been only a minute ago。 The arcade pier was also gone； where it had been； a wild tumble of granite blocks ran down to the ocean。 The waves struck the lowest of these and ran into
