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Sam dropped his hands hastily. “Sorry. Let me start over: Could I have everyone’s attention?” Sam said, using a gentler voice. He kept his hands by his sides. He waited patiently until he was sure everyone was listening. Quinn still hung back.
“Some bad stuff has happened to all of us,” Sam said. “Some very bad stuff. We’re beat up, we’re tired. We don’t know what’s going on. The whole world has gone bizarre on us. Our own bodies and minds have changed in ways that are even weirder than puberty.”
That earned a few smiles and one grudging laugh.
“Yeah. I know we’re all shook up. We’re all scared. I know I am,” he admitted with a rueful smile. “So, let’s not try and play like it isn’t scary. It is. But sometimes the worst thing is the fear. You know?” His gaze traveling over the faces, he realized anew that they had another concern, greater even than fear. “Although hunger’s no joke, either. We’re a few miles from a grocery store. We’ll get you all fed there. I know some of you have been in hell since this happened. Well, I would like to tell you it’s over, but it’s not.”
Grim looks on every face.
Sam had said all he had really planned to say, but they still needed something more. He shot a glance at Astrid. She was as solemn as anyone, but she gave him a nod, encouraging him to say more.
“Okay. Okay,” he said so softly that some had to move closer to hear him. “Here’s the thing. We’re not going to give in. We’re going to fight.”
“Got that right,” a voice cried out.
“First thing we need to have clear: there’s no line between freak and normal here. If you have the power, we’ll need you. If you don’t, we’ll need you.”
Heads were nodding. Looks were being exchanged.
“Coates kids, Perdido Beach kids, we’re together now. We’re together. Maybe you did things to survive. Maybe you weren’t always brave. Maybe you gave up hope.”
A girl sobbed suddenly.
“Well, that’s all over now,” Sam said gently. “It all starts fresh. Right here, right now. We’re brothers and sisters now. Doesn’t matter we don’t know each other’s names, we are brothers and sisters and we’re going to survive, and we’re going to win, and we’re going to find our way to some kind of happiness again.”
There was a long, deep silence.
“So,” Sam said, “my name is Sam. I’m in this with you. All the way.” He turned to Astrid.
“I’m Astrid, I’m in this with you, too.”
“My name is Edilio. What they said. Brothers and sisters. Hermanos.”
“Thuan Vong,” said a thin boy with yet-unhealed hands like dead fish. “I’m in.”
“Dekka,” said a strong, solidly built girl with cornrows and a nose ring. “I’m in. And I have game.”
“Me too,” called a skinny girl with reddish pigtails. “My name’s Brianna. I…well, I can go real fast.”
One by one they declared their determination. The voices started out soft and gained strength. Each voice louder, firmer, more determined than the one before.
Only Quinn remained silent. He hung his head, and tears rolled down his cheeks.
“Quinn,” Sam called to him.
Quinn didn’t respond, just looked down at the ground.
“Quinn,” Sam said again. “It starts fresh right now. Nothing before counts. Nothing. Brothers, man?”
Quinn struggled with the lump in his throat. But then, in a low voice, he said, “Yeah. Brothers.”
“Okay. Now let’s get everyone some food,” Sam said.
When they started out again, they no longer spread in every direction. They didn’t march like an army, but they came as close as a bunch of traumatized kids could. They walked with their heads a little higher.
Someone actually laughed. It was a good sound.
In a low voice Astrid said, “Nothing to fear but fear itself.”
“I don’t think I said it quite that well.”
Edilio slapped him on the back. “You said it well enough, man.”
“Sam’s back.”
“What?”
“Sam. He’s back. He’s coming down the highway.”
Howard’s chest tightened. He was halfway down the steps of town hall, on his way to McDonald’s for one of Albert’s waffle-burgers.
It was Elwood, Dahra Baidoo’s boyfriend, who had delivered the news. He sounded relieved, there was no denying it. He sounded glad. Howard made a mental note that Elwood was disloyal, but he realized at the same time that he might have bigger issues to worry about than Elwood’s loyalty.
“If Sam’s coming back, it’s on the end of a leash held by Drake Merwin,” Howard blustered.
But Elwood was off to tell Dahra and was no longer listening.
Howard looked around, feeling a little lost, not quite sure what to do. He spotted Mary Terrafino pushing a shopping cart loaded with juice boxes, A&D ointment, and some bruised apples across the plaza toward the day care. Howard trotted down the steps and caught up with her.
“T’sup, Mary?” he asked.
“Um, your time?” Mary said, and laughed at her own wit.
“Yeah, you think? My time’s up?”
“Sam’s on his way.”
“You saw him?”
“I had three different people tell me he’s coming down the highway. You better rush out and stop him, Howard,” Mary crowed.
“Some bad stuff has happened to all of us,” Sam said. “Some very bad stuff. We’re beat up, we’re tired. We don’t know what’s going on. The whole world has gone bizarre on us. Our own bodies and minds have changed in ways that are even weirder than puberty.”
That earned a few smiles and one grudging laugh.
“Yeah. I know we’re all shook up. We’re all scared. I know I am,” he admitted with a rueful smile. “So, let’s not try and play like it isn’t scary. It is. But sometimes the worst thing is the fear. You know?” His gaze traveling over the faces, he realized anew that they had another concern, greater even than fear. “Although hunger’s no joke, either. We’re a few miles from a grocery store. We’ll get you all fed there. I know some of you have been in hell since this happened. Well, I would like to tell you it’s over, but it’s not.”
Grim looks on every face.
Sam had said all he had really planned to say, but they still needed something more. He shot a glance at Astrid. She was as solemn as anyone, but she gave him a nod, encouraging him to say more.
“Okay. Okay,” he said so softly that some had to move closer to hear him. “Here’s the thing. We’re not going to give in. We’re going to fight.”
“Got that right,” a voice cried out.
“First thing we need to have clear: there’s no line between freak and normal here. If you have the power, we’ll need you. If you don’t, we’ll need you.”
Heads were nodding. Looks were being exchanged.
“Coates kids, Perdido Beach kids, we’re together now. We’re together. Maybe you did things to survive. Maybe you weren’t always brave. Maybe you gave up hope.”
A girl sobbed suddenly.
“Well, that’s all over now,” Sam said gently. “It all starts fresh. Right here, right now. We’re brothers and sisters now. Doesn’t matter we don’t know each other’s names, we are brothers and sisters and we’re going to survive, and we’re going to win, and we’re going to find our way to some kind of happiness again.”
There was a long, deep silence.
“So,” Sam said, “my name is Sam. I’m in this with you. All the way.” He turned to Astrid.
“I’m Astrid, I’m in this with you, too.”
“My name is Edilio. What they said. Brothers and sisters. Hermanos.”
“Thuan Vong,” said a thin boy with yet-unhealed hands like dead fish. “I’m in.”
“Dekka,” said a strong, solidly built girl with cornrows and a nose ring. “I’m in. And I have game.”
“Me too,” called a skinny girl with reddish pigtails. “My name’s Brianna. I…well, I can go real fast.”
One by one they declared their determination. The voices started out soft and gained strength. Each voice louder, firmer, more determined than the one before.
Only Quinn remained silent. He hung his head, and tears rolled down his cheeks.
“Quinn,” Sam called to him.
Quinn didn’t respond, just looked down at the ground.
“Quinn,” Sam said again. “It starts fresh right now. Nothing before counts. Nothing. Brothers, man?”
Quinn struggled with the lump in his throat. But then, in a low voice, he said, “Yeah. Brothers.”
“Okay. Now let’s get everyone some food,” Sam said.
When they started out again, they no longer spread in every direction. They didn’t march like an army, but they came as close as a bunch of traumatized kids could. They walked with their heads a little higher.
Someone actually laughed. It was a good sound.
In a low voice Astrid said, “Nothing to fear but fear itself.”
“I don’t think I said it quite that well.”
Edilio slapped him on the back. “You said it well enough, man.”
“Sam’s back.”
“What?”
“Sam. He’s back. He’s coming down the highway.”
Howard’s chest tightened. He was halfway down the steps of town hall, on his way to McDonald’s for one of Albert’s waffle-burgers.
It was Elwood, Dahra Baidoo’s boyfriend, who had delivered the news. He sounded relieved, there was no denying it. He sounded glad. Howard made a mental note that Elwood was disloyal, but he realized at the same time that he might have bigger issues to worry about than Elwood’s loyalty.
“If Sam’s coming back, it’s on the end of a leash held by Drake Merwin,” Howard blustered.
But Elwood was off to tell Dahra and was no longer listening.
Howard looked around, feeling a little lost, not quite sure what to do. He spotted Mary Terrafino pushing a shopping cart loaded with juice boxes, A&D ointment, and some bruised apples across the plaza toward the day care. Howard trotted down the steps and caught up with her.
“T’sup, Mary?” he asked.
“Um, your time?” Mary said, and laughed at her own wit.
“Yeah, you think? My time’s up?”
“Sam’s on his way.”
“You saw him?”
“I had three different people tell me he’s coming down the highway. You better rush out and stop him, Howard,” Mary crowed.
