sixty-second countdown, another screen that read, â Auto-fix sequence successful! â
Since his Y2K cash-in, Dennis has been looking for an equally lucrative yet non-labour-intensive method for quickly making money. He regularly trades penny stocks on the internet from the computer in his bedroom, usually losing all of his pool-shark earnings in a single sitting. He also does a lot of online gambling, and has had about equal success with the computerized slot machines. Our parents know less about Dennisâ financial activities than we know about my fatherâs scientific work.
âDadâs got a meeting soon,â I tell Dennis. âWeâd both better go upstairs.â
Dennis sits upright, tosses his magazine on the coffee table, and says, âNot this time, buddy. Not this time.â
âWhat?â
âTonight weâre going downstairs .â
âTo the basement ? Are you crazy?â
âIâve got a great idea, but I need to do a little experiment first, and I canât do it by myself.â
âNo way. The basement is off limits tonight.â
âCome on, buddy. Five minutes. We can both profit from this. I havenât forgotten the promise I made you.â
âForget it, Dennis. If we get caught . . . â
âYou wonât get even with those little rich bitches by throwing mud at them,â Dennis snaps. âThe only way to beat people with lots of money is to have more money than theyâve got. If they wear three-hundred-dollar pants, you show up in a three- thousand -dollar suit. They hate it. It makes âem crazy.â
How did Dennis find out about the mud-bomb incident? He wasnât even in the house when Mom and I were talking about it.
As if heâs reading my mind, Dennis says, âI was kicking Boner Simpsonâs ass at the pool table in Jackie Snackieâs when his little brother Sam came in crying that you had pasted him in the face with a mud ball. Boner sends his congratulations, by the way. He says his brotherâs a shithead.â
Dennis glances into the kitchen, where our father is still wringing his hands and staring at the refrigerator. He lowers his voice to a whisper. âPhilip, thereâs another reason you need to come down to the basement with me.â
Heâs got my full attention now. He just called me by my name. Usually he calls me Douchebag , unless he wants something from me, then itâs buddy . He never calls me by my actual name.
âItâs time you knew the truth,â he says.âThe truth about what?â
âThe truth about Dad. The reason why youâre the way you are.â
âI was born this way.â
âThereâs more to it than that. And itâs time you knew.â
Dennis rises and walks toward the door to the basement. âWeâve got half an hour.â
âYouâre just saying this to trick me into helping you with whatever youâre planning to do down there.â
âMaybe. Maybe not. Thereâs only one way to find out.â
So I follow him down the stairs, holding on to both handrails as we descend into the darkness below.
Jacobâs Ladder
D ennis closes the door at the bottom of the basement stairs, and for a moment everything is pure black. The total absence of visible radiation ; no wavelength, no colour, nothing. It is silent and cool, like I imagine the inside of a crypt would be. When the flame inside the water heater ignites, it sounds like an explosion.
âDammit!â Dennis curses, âWhere is that frigginâ light switch? I canât see a damn thing . . . ah.â
The banks of fluorescent tubes crackle and then hum overhead, flooding the space with white light. The basement still looks much the way it did when it was built by the crazy gas speculator who wanted to be a Medieval Lord. The joists and support posts are all rough-squared and blackened to look like castle beams, and the grey
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