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“That is just . . . horseshit!”<br />
He flinched, and why not? She sounded strident even to herself, but . . . ah, Jesus God, measles? The<br />
oldest member of the True Knot dying of a childhood disease even children didn’t catch anymore?<br />
“That baseball-playing kid from Iowa had a few spots on him, but I never thought . . . because<br />
yeah, it’s like you say. We don’t catch their diseases.”<br />
“He was years ago!”<br />
“I know. All I can think is that it was in the steam, and it kind of hibernated. There are diseases<br />
that do that, you know. Lie passive, sometimes for years, then break out.”<br />
“Maybe with rubes!” She kept coming back to that.<br />
Walnut only shook his head.<br />
“If Gramp’s got it, why don’t we all have it? Because those childhood diseases—chicken pox,<br />
measles, mumps—run through rube kids like shit through a goose. It doesn’t make sense.” Then she<br />
turned to Crow Daddy and promptly contradicted herself. “What the fuck were you thinking when<br />
you let a bunch of them in to stand around and breathe his air?”<br />
Crow just shrugged, his eyes never leaving the shivering old man on the bed. Crow’s narrow,<br />
handsome face was pensive.<br />
“Things change,” Nut said. “Just because we had immunity to rube diseases fifty or a hundred<br />
years ago doesn’t mean we have it now. For all we know, this could be part of a natural process.”<br />
“Are you telling me there’s anything natural about that?” She pointed to Grampa Flick.<br />
“A single case doesn’t make an epidemic,” Nut said, “and it could be something else. But if this<br />
happens again, we’ll have to put whoever it happens to in complete quarantine.”<br />
“Would it help?”<br />
He hesitated a long time. “I don’t know. Maybe we do have it, all of us. Maybe it’s like an alarm<br />
clock set to go off or dynamite on a timer. According to the latest scientific thinking, that’s sort of<br />
how rubes age. They go along and go along, pretty much the same, and then something turns off in<br />
their genes. The wrinkles start showing up and all at once they need canes to walk with.”<br />
Crow had been watching Grampa. “There he goes. Fuck.”<br />
Grampa Flick’s skin was turning milky. Then translucent. As it moved toward complete<br />
transparency, Rose could see his liver, the shriveled gray-black bags of his lungs, the pulsing red knot<br />
of his heart. She could see his veins and arteries like the highways and turnpikes on her in-dash GPS.<br />
She could see the optic nerves that connected his eyes to his brain. They looked like ghostly strings.<br />
Then he came back. His eyes moved, caught Rosie’s, held them. He reached out and took her<br />
unhurt hand. Her first impulse was to pull away—if he had what Nut said he had, he was contagious<br />
—but what the hell. If Nut was right, they had all been exposed.<br />
“Rose,” he whispered. “Don’t leave me.”<br />
“I won’t.” She sat down beside him on the bed, her fingers entwined in his. “Crow?”<br />
“Yes, Rose.”<br />
“The package you had sent to Sturbridge—they’ll hold it, won’t they?”<br />
“Sure.”<br />
“All right, we’ll see this through. But we can’t afford to wait too long. The little girl is a lot more<br />
dangerous than I thought.” She sighed. “Why do problems always come in bunches?”<br />
“Did she do that to your hand, somehow?”<br />
That was a question she didn’t want to answer directly. “I won’t be able to go with you, because she<br />
knows me now.” Also, she thought but didn’t say, because if this is what Walnut thinks it is, the rest will<br />
need me here to play Mother Courage. “But we have to have her. It’s more important than ever.”<br />
“Because?”