she? No older than Spencer, with the same short memory of a life so short she wouldnât know what it meant to forget. She probably still believed that all the information she needed to decipher herself was available to her, if only she put enough effort into remembering it. Just the kind of foolish idea which made young people so optimistic, and so idiotic.
Spencer came in carrying a mug of tea,
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.
âDonât say it,â William said, taking the mug.
âSay what?â
'I told you so.â
âYou think weâve been invaded,â Spencer said. âThe aliens have landed and theyâre all European, and the first thing they did was ruin absolutely everything, instantly.â
But William thought no, thatâs not it. I wanted to go out because I still have a secret dream of selling the tomento. And because safety and familiarity, itâs just about possible, can drain the life from things. And yes, it was also true, because he didnât want to miss the last days of Britain.
âIt was very busy,â William said.
âYou shouldnât get so involved,â Spencer told him. âWhen you see people you donât know, why think they all have to have names?â
âThey all do have names.â
âYes, I know they do. But you donât have to name them all.â
Spencer and Hazel had chosen neighbouring chairs, though they kept a certain distance. William sensed there would never be a better time to break them up than now, the first morning after the first night before. Spencer was saying never mind, allâs well that ends well. âYou just shouldnât go outside, thatâs all.â
And it was about time that William, too, accepted the truth of this. In anyone else, he would have thought it a good definition of madness, this not getting on well with the world and everything in it. For himself, heâd make it a minor inconvenience to be endured more gracefully. There was no point trying to go outside any more. The time had come to accept that no sudden and brilliant event was going to turn his life around. The tomento would never make his fortune in the supermarkets of the world and miracles were reserved for others. He should therefore resign himself to a life in retreat, with one day indistinguishable from the next. As for the world outside, he would live as if it didnât exist, an ambition which was unthinkable without Spencer to help him through the days. The girl would just have to go.
'I disagree,â Hazel said. She then shared her considered medical opinion, via her sister, that Williamâs condition wasnât so very difficult to cure. There was no reason he shouldnât go outside. He just had to be better prepared in what to expect. Fear was ignorance, nothing more.
âAnd how would you suggest he prepares himself?â Spencer asked her.
âWe tell him what itâs like.â
âWhere?â
âOutside.â
âAnd what about our problems?â
âWhat problems?â
âThe you know what. We ought to get that sorted out before Grace gets here.â
âOh, that,â Hazel said. âI donât have a problem with that.â
Spencer stood up, was about to say something, walked to the door, was about to say something, opened the door and left the room. William spread his fingers over the blanket, and then covered one hand with the other.
âSo then, Hazel,â he said. âHow did you meet Spencer? Are you a friend of Jessicaâs?â
It is the first of November 1993 and somewhere in Britain, in Glossop or Peebles or Stroud or Diss, in Spalding or Greysteel or Liverpool or Llanrhaeadr-ym-Mochnant, Spencer is fifteen years old and tonightâs the night.
The school is hosting its Halloweâen party a day late to accommodate the handful of European students who are the schoolâs temporary guests
Caisey Quinn
Eric R. Johnston
Anni Taylor
Mary Stewart
Addison Fox
Kelli Maine
Joyce and Jim Lavene
Serena Simpson
Elizabeth Hayes
M. G. Harris