away, defied description.
But she sat there and felt that ... soon ... soon ...
A couple of minutes went by in this way, and then some drops of guilt began to drip into her goblet of joy. Flora was with her. Here. Now. Where had the girl got to? As she stood up out of the couch in order to go and look, she caught sight of the armchair pushed up against the bedroom door and had time to think why is that there? before she remembered why. Because Tore was sitting in there. At his desk. Shuffling papers. As in life. Elvy stopped in the middle of the floor and a dark suspicion trickled in.
If this is the way it is.
When Flora had returned from the telephone and told her what she wanted to know, Elvy had imagined that silent army of the resurrected, hundreds, thousands striding in dignity down the streets, a beautiful sign of what was to come. Even though she'd known better. She walked over to the bedroom door. Paper sliding, being turned. Unclipped toenails on bare feet, the icy hands, the smell. No exalted host of angels, but flesh and blood bodies forcing their way all over the place, creating problems.
But the ways of the Lord ...
· .. are mysterious, yes. We know nothing. Elvy shook her head, said it out loud, 'We know nothing', and that would have to suffice. She walked out on the verandah to look for Flora.
The August night was dark and not a breeze was moving the leaves. It is night but so still that the light burns without flickering. When Elvy's eyes had grown accustomed to the dark, she picked out Flora's dark silhouette leaning against the trunk of the apple tree. She walked down the stairs and over to her.
'You're sitting out here?' she said.
It wasn't really a question; Flora didn't reply. 'I've been thinking,' she said and got to her feet, picking a half-ripe apple from the tree and tossing it back and forth between her hands.
'What have you been thinking?'
The apple went up into the air, hung for a moment in the light from the living room and then fell back into Flora's hand with a slap.
'What the hell will they do?' Flora said, and laughed. 'Everything is different now. Nothing makes sense. You know? Everything they've based all their shit on ... pfff! Gone! Death, life. Nothing makes sense.'
'No,' said Elvy. 'That's true.'
Flora's bare legs took a few prancing steps across the lawn.
Suddenly she sent the apple high and far into the air. Elvy watched it fly in a wide arc across the hedge and heard it thud onto the neighbour's roof, roll across the brick tiles.
'Don't do that,' she said.
'Or what? Or what ?' Flora threw her arms wide as if she wanted to embrace the night, the world. 'What will they do? Call in the National Guard, arrest someone? Call the Pentagon and ask them to bomb the place? I want to see .. .I really want to see how they fix this one.'
Flora picked a new apple, threw it in the other direction. This time it didn't hit a roof.
'Flora .. .'
Elvy tried to lay her hand on Flora's arm, but the girl pulled away.
'I don't get it,' she said. 'You think this is Armageddon, don't you? I don't know the story, but the dead come to life, the seals are broken and the whole deal and then it's all over-that it?'
Elvy felt a strong resistance to this description of her beliefs, but said, 'Well ... yes.'
'OK. I don't believe it. But say you did believe it, then what the hell does it matter if an apple gets on a neighbour's roof?'
'Show some common courtesy. Please Flora, pull yourself together.'
Flora roared with laughter, but not meanly. She hugged Elvy, rocking her side to side as if she were a foolish child. Elvy could take that. She allowed herself to be rocked.
'Nana, Nana,' Flora whispered. 'You think the whole world is about to end and you're telling me to pull myself together.'
Elvy snorted. It actually was quite funny. Flora let go of her, took a step back and held her palms pressed together in front of her, bobbing in an Indian greeting.
'Like you
But she sat there and felt that ... soon ... soon ...
A couple of minutes went by in this way, and then some drops of guilt began to drip into her goblet of joy. Flora was with her. Here. Now. Where had the girl got to? As she stood up out of the couch in order to go and look, she caught sight of the armchair pushed up against the bedroom door and had time to think why is that there? before she remembered why. Because Tore was sitting in there. At his desk. Shuffling papers. As in life. Elvy stopped in the middle of the floor and a dark suspicion trickled in.
If this is the way it is.
When Flora had returned from the telephone and told her what she wanted to know, Elvy had imagined that silent army of the resurrected, hundreds, thousands striding in dignity down the streets, a beautiful sign of what was to come. Even though she'd known better. She walked over to the bedroom door. Paper sliding, being turned. Unclipped toenails on bare feet, the icy hands, the smell. No exalted host of angels, but flesh and blood bodies forcing their way all over the place, creating problems.
But the ways of the Lord ...
· .. are mysterious, yes. We know nothing. Elvy shook her head, said it out loud, 'We know nothing', and that would have to suffice. She walked out on the verandah to look for Flora.
The August night was dark and not a breeze was moving the leaves. It is night but so still that the light burns without flickering. When Elvy's eyes had grown accustomed to the dark, she picked out Flora's dark silhouette leaning against the trunk of the apple tree. She walked down the stairs and over to her.
'You're sitting out here?' she said.
It wasn't really a question; Flora didn't reply. 'I've been thinking,' she said and got to her feet, picking a half-ripe apple from the tree and tossing it back and forth between her hands.
'What have you been thinking?'
The apple went up into the air, hung for a moment in the light from the living room and then fell back into Flora's hand with a slap.
'What the hell will they do?' Flora said, and laughed. 'Everything is different now. Nothing makes sense. You know? Everything they've based all their shit on ... pfff! Gone! Death, life. Nothing makes sense.'
'No,' said Elvy. 'That's true.'
Flora's bare legs took a few prancing steps across the lawn.
Suddenly she sent the apple high and far into the air. Elvy watched it fly in a wide arc across the hedge and heard it thud onto the neighbour's roof, roll across the brick tiles.
'Don't do that,' she said.
'Or what? Or what ?' Flora threw her arms wide as if she wanted to embrace the night, the world. 'What will they do? Call in the National Guard, arrest someone? Call the Pentagon and ask them to bomb the place? I want to see .. .I really want to see how they fix this one.'
Flora picked a new apple, threw it in the other direction. This time it didn't hit a roof.
'Flora .. .'
Elvy tried to lay her hand on Flora's arm, but the girl pulled away.
'I don't get it,' she said. 'You think this is Armageddon, don't you? I don't know the story, but the dead come to life, the seals are broken and the whole deal and then it's all over-that it?'
Elvy felt a strong resistance to this description of her beliefs, but said, 'Well ... yes.'
'OK. I don't believe it. But say you did believe it, then what the hell does it matter if an apple gets on a neighbour's roof?'
'Show some common courtesy. Please Flora, pull yourself together.'
Flora roared with laughter, but not meanly. She hugged Elvy, rocking her side to side as if she were a foolish child. Elvy could take that. She allowed herself to be rocked.
'Nana, Nana,' Flora whispered. 'You think the whole world is about to end and you're telling me to pull myself together.'
Elvy snorted. It actually was quite funny. Flora let go of her, took a step back and held her palms pressed together in front of her, bobbing in an Indian greeting.
'Like you
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