Dreamcatcher(157)

'You were all that way?' Owen whispered. He supposed Henry had already told him that, but until now he hadn't understood what Henry meant. 'Even before this?' He touched the side of his face, where a thin fuzz of byrus was now growing down his cheek.

'Yes. No. I don't know. Just be quiet, Owen. Listen.'

And Owen's head once more filled up with those images from 1982.

12

By the time they get to Strawford Park it's four-thirty and a bunch of girls in yellow DERRY HARDWARE shirts are on the softball field, all of them with their hair in near-identical ponytails that have been threaded through the backs of their caps. Most have braces on their teeth. 'My, my  -  they flubbin and dubbin,' Pete says, and maybe they are, but they sure look like they're having fun. Henry is having no fun at all, his stomach is full of butterflies, and he's glad to see Jonesy at least looks the same, solemn and scared. Pete and Beaver don't have a whole lot of imagination between them; he and old Gariella have too much. To Pete and the Beav, this is just Frank and Joe Hardy stuff, Danny Dunn stuff. But to Henry it's different.

To not find Josie Rinkenhauer would be bad (because they could, he knows they could), but to find her dead . . .

'Beav,' he says.

Beaver has been watching the girls. Now he turns to Henry. 'What?'

'Do you still think she's alive?'

'I . . .' Beav's smile fades, and he looks troubled. 'I dunno, man. Pete?'

But Pete shakes his head. 'I thought she was, back at school  -  ?shit, that picture almost talked to me  -  but now . . .' He shrugs.

Henry looks at Jonesy, who also shrugs, then spreads his hands: Dunno. So Henry turns to Duddits.

Duddits is looking at everything from behind what he calls his ooo ays, Duddits-ese for cool shades  -  wraparounds with silver mirrored surfaces. Henry thinks the ooo ays make Duddits look like Ray Walston in My Favorite Martian, but he'd never say such a thing to Duds, or think it at him. Duds is also wearing Beaver's mortarboard hat; he particularly likes to blow the tassel.

Duddits has no selective perception; to him the wino looking for returnables over by the trash barrels, the girls playing softball, and the squirrels running around on the branches of the trees are equally fascinating. It is part of what makes him special. 'Duddits,' Henry says. 'There's this girl you went to school with at the Academy, her name was Josie? Josie Rinkenhauer?'

Duddits looks politely interested because his friend Henry is talking to him, but there is no recognition of the name, and why would there be? Duds can't remember what he had for breakfast, so why would he remember a little girl he went to school with three or four years ago? Henry feels a wave of hope?lessness, which is strangely mixed with amusement. What were they thinking about?

Josie,' Pete says, but he doesn't look very hopeful, either. 'We used to tease you about how she was your girlfriend, remember? She had brown eyes . . . all this blonde hair sticking out from her head . . . and . . .' He sighs disgustedly. 'Fuck.'

'Ay ih, iffun-nay,' Duddits says, because this usually makes them smile: same shit, different day. It doesn't work, so Duddits tries another one: 'No-wounce, no-lay.'

'Yeah,' Jonesy says. 'No bounce, no play, that's right. We might as well take him home, guys, this isn't gonna - '

'No,' Beaver says, and they all look at him. Beaver's eyes are both bright and troubled. He's chewing on the toothpick in his mouth so fast and hard that it jitters up and down between his lips like a piston. 'Dreamcatcher,' he says.

13

'Dreamcatcher?' Owen asked. His voice seemed to come from far away, even to his own ears. The Humvee's headlights conned the endless snowy wasteland ahead, which resembled a road only because of the marching yellow reflectors. Dreamcatcher, he thought, and once more his head filled up with Henry's past, almost drowning him in the sights and sounds and smells of that day on the edge of summer:

Dreamcatcher.

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'Dreamcatcher,' Beav says, and they understand each other as they sometimes do, as they think (mistakenly, Henry will later realize) all friends do. Although they have never spoken directly of the dream they all shared on their first hunting trip to Hole in the Wall, they know Beaver believed that it had somehow been caused by Lamar's dreamcatcher. None of the others have tried to tell him differently, partly because they don't want to challenge Beaver's superstition about that harmless little string spiderweb and mostly because they don't want to talk about that day at all. But now they understand that Beaver has latched onto at least half a truth. A dreamcatcher has indeed bound them, but not Lamar's.

Duddits is their dreamcatcher.

'Come on,' Beaver says quietly. 'Come on, you guys, don't be afraid. Grab hold of him.'

And so they do, although they are afraid a little anyway; Beaver., too.

Jonesy takes Duddits's right hand, which has become so clever with machinery out there at Voke. Duddits looks surprised, then smiles and closes his fingers over Jonesy's. Pete takes Duddits's left hand. Beaver and Henry crowd in and slip their arms around Duddits's waist.

And so the five of them stand beneath one of Strawford Park's vast old oaks, with a lace of Junelight and shadows dappling their faces. They are like boys in a huddle before some big game. The softball girls in their bright yellow shirts ignore them; so do the squirrels; so does the industrious wino, who is putting together a bottle of dinner one empty soda-can at a time.