asked.
âFannie is scorched earth. Erin has snapped. Paulâs death broke something inside of her. Sheâs not the first person to turn to religion in times of great need.â
âThereâs nothing wrong with turning to religion, but not with a blind eye.â BT said with a fair degree of wisdom.
âNow what?â Ron asked.
âNow we go the fuck home, I suppose.â
âDonât seem so depressed about it, little brother.â
âIâm not, just trying to wrap my head around what just happened. Of all the scenarios that played out in my head, this wasnât one of them. And thatâs not even taking into account the phantom phone call.â
âWhat?â
BT filled him in. I was still trying to come to terms with just letting my best friendâs wife go with a religious cult to the God-friendly, zombie-free country of Cuba.
âPhantom, my ass.â Ron had gone to the shed after we watched Fannie and her flock leave. An entire wall was devoted to electronic equipment. Must have been some sort of way to communicate with other parks or something.
âWhy lie about it?â I asked, turning the power knob just to make sure it worked. It crackled to life like only a piece of equipment with tubes can.
âCome in Talbot household, or I will use the force on you.â I used my best Darth Vader impression, which left a lot to be desired. Should have went with Rambo; at least that is passable.
âUncle Mike?â It was Melissa, Ronâs daughter. She was apparently tending the radio.
âMelissa, I am your uncle.â I kept continuing with my charade.
âYou all right? You sound like you got a bad cold. Maybe you should gargle with some salt water.â
âForget it. Everything all right up there?â
âYeah, everything is good, although Meredith called me a be-otch, so I was just about to smack her arm, and then my mother came in and she shouted at us to behave like young womenâ¦.â
Iâd forgotten Melissaâs proclivity to talk at ninety words a second and for stretches of ten minutes or more at a time. If I didnât sneak in our status soon, I could be here for the remainder of the day looking for an opening.
âEverythingâs fine. Heading home now!â I shouted and put the microphone down and backed away quickly.
Ron grabbed the microphone. âLove you!â he said real fast and did the same as I did.
We could still hear her talking. ââ¦and then there was the cat. She wentâ¦.â I walked out of the hut.
7
Mike Journal Entry 7
F or all the crap weâd gone through just to get to Erin and then semi-rescue her, weâd somehow been given a pass to get back home. The only part that was relatively disturbing was the large bloodstain and discarded bones of the man Iâd previously set free. I could only hope I hadnât sent Erin off to the same fate. It was late by the time we got back to Ronâs. Iâd say after midnight, if I had to guess. We were halted by a spot light that Iâm sure was baking my face and that authoritative voice of Arnold Schwarzenegger telling us to halt.
âItâs Gary, right? It has to be Gary,â I said.
âItâs us!â I said, getting out of the car, making sure my hands were high over my head, although Gary was more inclined to ask a bunch of questions before he shot, so I was somewhat safe.
âWhereâs the truck?â It was that same Arnold, halting, accented language, and it was amplified to ear shredding decibels.
âDonât ask.â Ron had got out as well.
âI did not say move.â
âYouâd better shut off whatever the hell thing Mad Jack gave you. And that light, feel like Iâm getting a sunburn.â
âYou are no fun.â He said into the Arnold translator before we heard the squelch of the electronic equipment being switched off. His spotlight dimmed but had not
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