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34<br />
“You’ve been fed and taken care of as best as we can manage,” Meredith said, looking at all the<br />
taut, frightened young faces turned toward her in the basement. “And now there’s just one thing I want<br />
to ask of you in return.” She made an effort and steadied her voice. “I want to know if anybody knows<br />
of a mobile phone that connects to the Internet, or a computer that is still working. Please, please—if<br />
you even think you know where one might be, tell me.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> tension was like a thick rubber cord, dragging Meredith toward each of the pale,<br />
strained faces, dragging them to her.<br />
It was just as well that Meredith was essentially well-balanced. About twelve hands<br />
went up immediately, and their lone five-year-old whispered, “My mommy has one. And my daddy.”<br />
<strong>The</strong>re was a pause before Meredith could say, “Does anybody know this kid?” and an<br />
older girl spoke up before she could.<br />
“She just means they had them before the Burning Man.”<br />
“Is the Burning Man called Shinichi?” Meredith asked.<br />
“’Course. Sometimes he would make the red parts of his hair burn up way over his<br />
head.”<br />
Meredith filed that little fact away under Things I do not want to see, honest, cross my<br />
heart, ever.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n she shook herself free from the image.<br />
“You guys and girls, please, please think. I only need one, one mobile phone with<br />
Internet access that still has power right now. One laptop or computer that is still working now,<br />
maybe because of a generator still making electricity. Just one family with a home generator still<br />
working. Anybody?”<br />
<strong>The</strong> hands were down now. A boy she thought she recognized as being one of the Loring<br />
siblings, maybe age ten or eleven, said, “<strong>The</strong> Burning Man told us that mobile phones and computers<br />
were bad. That was why my brother got in a fistfight with my dad. He threw all the mobiles at home<br />
in the toilet.”<br />
“Okay. Okay, thanks. But anybody who’s seen a working mobile or computer? Or a home<br />
generator—”<br />
“Why, yes, my dear, I’ve got one.” <strong>The</strong> voice came from the top of the stairs. Mrs.<br />
Flowers was standing there, dressed in a fresh sweat suit. Strangely, she had her voluminous purse in<br />
her hand.<br />
“You had—have a generator?” Meredith asked, her heart sinking. What a waste! And if