Firestarter(145)

Hofferitz popped the last of his olives into his mouth, sighed, stood up, holding onto the edge of the table. "Yeah," he said. "She's stable. That V-Cillin will knock out the bugs. I'll keep my mouth shut, Irv. But you better think on it, all right. Long and hard. Because a kid ain't a parrot."

"No," Norma said softly. "No, of course not." "Something strange about that kid," Hofferitz said, picking up his black bag. "Something damn funny about her. I couldn't see it and I couldn't put my finger on it... but I felt it." "Yeah," Irv said. "There's something strange about her, all right, Karl. That's why she's in trouble." He saw the doctor out into the warm and rainy November night.

5

After the doctor had finished probing and pressing with his old, gnarled, but wonderfully gentle hands, Charlie fell into a feverish but not unpleasant doze. She could hear their voices in the other room and understood that they were talking about her, but she felt sure that they were only talking... not hatching plans.

The sheets were cool and clean; the weight of the crazy quilt was comforting on her chest. She drifted. She remembered the woman calling her a witch. She remembered walking away. She remembered hitching a ride with a vanful of hippies, all of them smoking dope and drinking wine, and she remembered that they had called her little sister and asked her where she was going.

"North," she had replied, and that had caused a roar of approval.

After that she remembered very little until yesterday, and the hog that had charged her, apparently meaning to eat her. How she had got to the Manders farm, and why she had come here-whether it had been a conscious decision or something else-she could not remember.

She drifted. The doze deepened. She slept. And in her dream they were back in Harrison and she was starting up in her bed, her face wet with tears, screaming with terror, and her mother rushed in, auburn hair blinding and sweet in the morning light, and she had cried, "Mommy, I dreamed you and Daddy were dead!" And her mother stroked her hot forehead with a cool hand and said, "Shhh, Charlie, shhh. It's morning now, and wasn't that a silly dream?"

6

There was very little sleep for Irv and Norma Manders that night. They sat watching a succession of inane prime-time sitcoms, then the news, then the Tonight show. And every fifteen minutes or so Norma would get up, leave the living room quietly, and go to check on Charlie.

"How is she?" Irv asked around quarter of one.

"Fine. Sleeping."

Irv grunted.

"Have you thought of it, Irv?"

"We've got to keep her until she's better," Irv said. "Then we'll talk to her. Find out about her dad. I can only see that far ahead."

"If they come back-"

"Why should they?" Irv asked. "They shut us up. They think they scared us-"

"They did scare me," Norma said softly.

"But it wasn't right," Irv replied, just as softly. "You know that. That money... that 'insurance money"... I never felt right about that, did you?"

"No," she said, and shifted restlessly. "But what Doc Hofferitz said is true, Irv. A little girl has got to have people... and she's got to go to school... and have friends... and... and-"

"You saw what she did that time," Irv said flatly. "That pyrowhatsis. You called her a monster."

"I've regretted that unkind word ever since," Norma said. "Her father-he seemed like such a nice man. If only we knew where he was now."

"He's dead," a voice said from behind them, and Norma actually cried out as she turned and saw Charlie standing in the doorway, clean now and looking all the more pallid for that. Her forehead shone like a lamp. She floated in one of Norma's flannel nightgowns. "My daddy is dead. They killed him and now there's nowhere I can go. Won't you please help me? I'm sorry. It's not my fault. I told them it wasn't my fault... I told them... but the lady said I was a witch... she said..." The tears were coming now, streaming down her cheeks, and Charlie's voice dissolved into incoherent sobs.

"Oh, honey, come here," Norma said, and Charlie ran to her.

7

Dr. Hofferitz came the next day and pronounced Charlie improved. He came two days after that and pronounced her much improved. He came over the weekend and pronounced her well.

"Irv, you decided what you're going to do?"

Irv shook his head.

8

Norma went to church by herself that Sunday morning, telling people that Irv had "a touch of the bug." Irv sat home with Charlie, who was still weak but able to get around inside the house now. The day before, Norma had bought her a lot of clothes not in Hastings Glen, where such a purchase would have caused comment, but in Albany.

Irv sat beside the stove whittling, and after a while Charlie came and sat with him. "Don't you want to know?" she said. "Don't you want to know what happened after we took your car and left here?"

He looked up from his whittling and smiled at her. "Figure you'll tell when you're ready, button."

Her face, white, tense, and unsmiling, didn't change. "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Should I be?"

"Aren't you afraid I'll burn you up?"

"No, button. I don't think so. Let me tell you something. You're no little girl anymore. Maybe you ain't a big girl-you're someplace in the middle-but you're big enough. A kid your age any kid-could get hold of matches if she wanted to, burn up the house or whatever. But not many do. Why would they want to? Why should you want to? A kid your age should be able to be trusted with a jackknife or a pack of matches if they're halfway bright. So, no. I ain't scared."