Lies
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“What?”
“That I didn’t need it.”
“Okay.”
Brittney smiled her metal smile again. “So, I don’t want to eat your brain, Brianna.”
“That’s good,” Brianna said. “So…what do you want to do?”
“The end is coming, Brianna,” Brittney said. “It’s why my prayers were answered. It’s why Tanner and I came back.”
“You and…okay. When you say ‘the end,’ what’s that mean?”
“The prophet is already among us. She will lead us from this place. She will lead us to our Lord, out of bondage.”
“Good,” Brianna said dryly. “I just hope the food’s better there.”
“Oh, it is,” Brittney said enthusiastically. “It’s cake and cheeseburgers and everything you would ever want.”
“So you’re the prophet?”
“No, no,” Brittney said with modestly downcast eyes. “I am not the prophet. I am an angel of the Lord. I am the avenger of the Lord, come to destroy the evil one.”
“Which evil one? We have a few. Are we talking pitchforks?”
Brittney smiled, but this time her braces did not show. It was a cool, wintry smile, a secret smile. “This demon does not have a pitchfork, Brianna. The evil one comes with a whip.”
Brianna considered this for several seconds.
“I have someplace I have to be,” Brianna said. She left as quickly as only she could.
“What do you want for your birthday?” John asked Mary.
Mary shook poop from a napkin that was doubling as a diaper. The feces dropped into a plastic trash can that would be taken out later and buried in a trench dug by Edilio’s backhoe.
“I’d like to not do this, that would be a great birthday,” Mary said.
“I’m serious,” John said reproachfully.
Mary smiled and inclined her head toward his, forehead to forehead. It was their version of a hug. A private thing between the two members of the Terrafino family. “I’m serious, too.”
“You should definitely take the day off,” John said. “I mean, you have to get through the whole poof thing. People say it’s kind of intense.”
“Sounds like it,” Mary said vaguely. She dropped the diaper into a second bucket, this one half filled with water. The water smelled of bleach. The bucket rested in a little red wagon so that it could be hauled to the beach. There, laundry workers would do an indifferent job of washing it in the ocean and send it back still stained and itchy with sand and salt.
“You’re ready for it, right?” John asked.
Mary glanced at the watch. Francis’s watch. She’d taken it off while she was washing. How many hours left? How many minutes until the big one-five?
Mary nodded. “I read the instructions. I talked to a person who’d been through it. I did everything I was supposed to.”
“Okay,” John said unhappily. Out of nowhere, John said, “You know Orsay is lying, right?”
“I know she cost me Francis,” Mary snapped. “That’s all I need to know.”
“Yeah! See? Look what happened from him listening to her.”
“I wonder how Jill is doing with them,” Mary wondered aloud. She was on to the next diaper. With Francis gone and no one entirely trained to take over for him, Mary had even more work than usual. And not the best work, either.
“She’s probably okay,” John said.
“Yeah, but if Orsay is this big liar, maybe I shouldn’t have let her take Jill,” Mary said.
John seemed baffled by that, not sure how to respond. He blushed and looked down.
“I’m sure she’s fine,” Mary said quickly, interpreting his look as concern for Jill.
“Yeah. Just because Orsay is, like, lying, that doesn’t mean she’d be bad to Jill,” John said.
“Maybe I’ll go check on her,” Mary said. “In my spare time.” She laughed. It was a running joke that had long since stopped being funny.
“You probably should just stay away from Orsay,” John said.
“Yeah?”
“I mean, I don’t know. I just know Astrid says Orsay’s making everything up.”
“If Astrid said it, it must be true,” Mary said.
John did not answer, just looked pained.
“Okay,” Mary said, “this load can go down to the beach.”
John seemed relieved to have a chance to get away. Mary heard him leave, wagon wheels squeaking. She glanced into the main room. Three helpers there, only one of them really motivated or trained. But they could handle things for a few minutes.
Mary washed her hands as well as she could and dried them by wiping them on her loose-fitting jeans.
Where would Orsay be at this time of day?
Mary stepped outside and took a deep breath of air that didn’t smell like pee or poop. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation. When she opened them again she was surprised to find Nerezza walking quickly toward her as though they’d arranged to meet right now and Nerezza was a bit late. “You’re—,” Mary began.
“Nerezza,” the girl reminded her.
“Yeah. That’s right. It’s weird, but I don’t remember having really met you before the other day when you came and got Jill.”
“Oh, you’ve seen me around,” Nerezza said. “But I’m no one important. Everyone knows you, though, Mary. Mother Mary.”
“That I didn’t need it.”
“Okay.”
Brittney smiled her metal smile again. “So, I don’t want to eat your brain, Brianna.”
“That’s good,” Brianna said. “So…what do you want to do?”
“The end is coming, Brianna,” Brittney said. “It’s why my prayers were answered. It’s why Tanner and I came back.”
“You and…okay. When you say ‘the end,’ what’s that mean?”
“The prophet is already among us. She will lead us from this place. She will lead us to our Lord, out of bondage.”
“Good,” Brianna said dryly. “I just hope the food’s better there.”
“Oh, it is,” Brittney said enthusiastically. “It’s cake and cheeseburgers and everything you would ever want.”
“So you’re the prophet?”
“No, no,” Brittney said with modestly downcast eyes. “I am not the prophet. I am an angel of the Lord. I am the avenger of the Lord, come to destroy the evil one.”
“Which evil one? We have a few. Are we talking pitchforks?”
Brittney smiled, but this time her braces did not show. It was a cool, wintry smile, a secret smile. “This demon does not have a pitchfork, Brianna. The evil one comes with a whip.”
Brianna considered this for several seconds.
“I have someplace I have to be,” Brianna said. She left as quickly as only she could.
“What do you want for your birthday?” John asked Mary.
Mary shook poop from a napkin that was doubling as a diaper. The feces dropped into a plastic trash can that would be taken out later and buried in a trench dug by Edilio’s backhoe.
“I’d like to not do this, that would be a great birthday,” Mary said.
“I’m serious,” John said reproachfully.
Mary smiled and inclined her head toward his, forehead to forehead. It was their version of a hug. A private thing between the two members of the Terrafino family. “I’m serious, too.”
“You should definitely take the day off,” John said. “I mean, you have to get through the whole poof thing. People say it’s kind of intense.”
“Sounds like it,” Mary said vaguely. She dropped the diaper into a second bucket, this one half filled with water. The water smelled of bleach. The bucket rested in a little red wagon so that it could be hauled to the beach. There, laundry workers would do an indifferent job of washing it in the ocean and send it back still stained and itchy with sand and salt.
“You’re ready for it, right?” John asked.
Mary glanced at the watch. Francis’s watch. She’d taken it off while she was washing. How many hours left? How many minutes until the big one-five?
Mary nodded. “I read the instructions. I talked to a person who’d been through it. I did everything I was supposed to.”
“Okay,” John said unhappily. Out of nowhere, John said, “You know Orsay is lying, right?”
“I know she cost me Francis,” Mary snapped. “That’s all I need to know.”
“Yeah! See? Look what happened from him listening to her.”
“I wonder how Jill is doing with them,” Mary wondered aloud. She was on to the next diaper. With Francis gone and no one entirely trained to take over for him, Mary had even more work than usual. And not the best work, either.
“She’s probably okay,” John said.
“Yeah, but if Orsay is this big liar, maybe I shouldn’t have let her take Jill,” Mary said.
John seemed baffled by that, not sure how to respond. He blushed and looked down.
“I’m sure she’s fine,” Mary said quickly, interpreting his look as concern for Jill.
“Yeah. Just because Orsay is, like, lying, that doesn’t mean she’d be bad to Jill,” John said.
“Maybe I’ll go check on her,” Mary said. “In my spare time.” She laughed. It was a running joke that had long since stopped being funny.
“You probably should just stay away from Orsay,” John said.
“Yeah?”
“I mean, I don’t know. I just know Astrid says Orsay’s making everything up.”
“If Astrid said it, it must be true,” Mary said.
John did not answer, just looked pained.
“Okay,” Mary said, “this load can go down to the beach.”
John seemed relieved to have a chance to get away. Mary heard him leave, wagon wheels squeaking. She glanced into the main room. Three helpers there, only one of them really motivated or trained. But they could handle things for a few minutes.
Mary washed her hands as well as she could and dried them by wiping them on her loose-fitting jeans.
Where would Orsay be at this time of day?
Mary stepped outside and took a deep breath of air that didn’t smell like pee or poop. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation. When she opened them again she was surprised to find Nerezza walking quickly toward her as though they’d arranged to meet right now and Nerezza was a bit late. “You’re—,” Mary began.
“Nerezza,” the girl reminded her.
“Yeah. That’s right. It’s weird, but I don’t remember having really met you before the other day when you came and got Jill.”
“Oh, you’ve seen me around,” Nerezza said. “But I’m no one important. Everyone knows you, though, Mary. Mother Mary.”
