sk.dreamcatcher-第61部分

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everts　to　its　own　voice　。　。　。　except；　Jonesy　realizes　with　a　weary　lack　of　surprise；　its　voice　is　his　voice；　Jonesy's　voice。　And　he　knows　what　Henry　would　say：　that　he's　having　one　whopper　of　a　hallucination　in　the　wake　of　Beaver's　death。
　　　　Not　anymore；　he　wouldn't；　Jonesy　thinks。　Not　anymore。　Now　he's　the　eggman；　and　the　eggman　knows　better。
　　　　Henry？　He'll　be　dead　soon；　the　gray　fellow　says　indifferently。　Its　hand　steals　across　the　counterpane；　the　trio　of　long　gray　fingers　enfolds　Jonesy's　hand。　Its　skin　is　warm　and　dry。
　　　　What　do　you　mean？　Jonesy　asks；　afraid　for　Henry　。　。　。　but　the　dying　thing　in　the　bed　doesn't　answer。　It's　another　card　for　the　crib；　so　Jonesy　plays　another　one　from　his　hand：　Why　did　you　call　me　here？
　　　　The　gray　creature　expresses　surprise；　although　its　face　still　doesn't　move。　No　one　wants　to　die　alone；　it　says。　I　just　want　someone　to　be　with。　I　know；　we'll　watch　television。
　　　　I　don't　want…
　　　　There's　a　movie　I　particularly　want　to　see。　You'll　enjoy　it；　too。　It's　called　Sympathy　for　the　Grayboys。　Bowser！　The　remote！
　　　　Bowser　favors　Jonesy　with　what　seems　a　particularly　ill…natured　look；　then　slithers　off　the　pillow；　its　flexing　tail　making　a　dry　rasp　like　a　snake　crawling　over　a　rock。　On　the　table　is　a　TV　remote；　also　overgrown　with　fungus。　Bowser　seizes　it；　turns；　and　slithers　back　to　the　gray　creature　with　the　remote　held　in　its　teeth。　The　gray　thing　releases　Jonesy's　hand　（its　touch　is　not　repulsive；　but　the　release　is　still　something　of　a　relief）；　takes　the　controller；　points　it　at　the　TV；　and　pushes　the　ON　button。　The　picture　that　appears　…　blurred　slightly　but　not　hidden　by　the　light　fuzz　growing　on　the　glass　…　is　of　the　shed　behind　the　cabin。　In　the　center　of　the　screen　is　a　shape　hidden　by　a　green　tarp。　And　even　before　the　door　opens　and　he　sees　himself　e　in；　Jonesy　understands　that　this　has　already　happened。　The　star　of　Sympathy　for　the　Grayboys　is　Gary　Jones。
　　　　Well；　the　dying　creature　in　the　bed　says　from　its　fortable　spot　in　the　center　of　his　brain；　we　missed　the　credits；　but　really；　the　movie's　just　starting。
　　　　That's　what　Jonesy's　afraid　of。


5

The　shed　door　opens　and　Jonesy　es　in。　Quite　the　motley　fellow　he　is；　dressed　in　his　own　coat；　Beaver's　gloves；　and　one　of　Lamar's　old　orange　hats。　For　a　moment　the　Jonesy　watching　in　the　hospital　room　（he　has　pulled　up　the　visitor's　chair　and　is　sitting　by　Mr　Gray's　bed）　thinks　that　the　Jonesy　in　the　snowmobile　shed　at　Hole　in　the　Wall　has　been　infected　after　all；　and　that　red　moss　is　growing　all　over　him。　Then　he　remembers　that　Mr　Gray　exploded　right　in　front　of　him　…　his　head　did；　anyway　…　and　Jonesy　is　wearing　the　remains。
　　　　Only　you　didn't　explode；　he　says。　You　。　。　。　you　what？　Went　to　seed？　　
　　　　Shhh！　says　Mr　Gray；　and　Bowser　bares　its　formidable　headful　of　teeth；　as　if　to　tell　Jonesy　to　stop　being　so　impolite。　I　love　this　song；　don't　you？
　　　　The　soundtrack　is　the　Rolling　Stones'　'Sympathy　for　the　Devil；'　fitting　enough　since　this　is　almost　the　name　of　the　movie　（my　screen　debut；　Jonesy　thinks；　wait'll　Carla　and　the　kids　see　it）；　but　in　fact　Jonesy　doesn't　love　it；　it　makes　him　sad　for　some　reason。
　　　　How　can　you　love　it？　he　asks；　ignoring　Bowser's　bared　teeth　Bowser　is　no　danger　to　him；　and　both　of　them　know　it；　How　can　you？　It's　what　they　were　playing　when　they　slaughtered　you。
　　　　They　always　slaughter　us；　Mr　Gray　says。　Now　be　quiet；　watch　the　movie；　this　part　is　slow　but　it　gets　a　lot　better。
　　　　Jonesy　folds　his　hands　in　his　red　lap　…　the　bleeding　seems　to　have　stopped；　at　least　…　and　watches　Sympathy　for　the　Grayboys；　starring　the　one　and　only　Gary　Jones。


6

The　one　and　only　Gary　Jones　pulls　the　tarp　off　the　snowmobile；　spots　the　battery　sitting　on　the　worktable　in　a　cardboard　box；　and　puts　it　in；　being　careful　to　clamp　the　cables　to　the　correct　terminals。　This　pretty　well　exhausts　his　store　of　mechanical　knowledge　…　he's　a　history　teacher；　not　a　mechanic；　and　his　idea　of　home　improvement　is　making　the　kids　watch　the　History　Channel　once　in　a　while　instead　of　Xena。　The　key　is　in　the　ignition；　and　the　dashboard　lights　e　on　when　he　turns　the　key　…　got　the　battery　right；　anyway　…　but　the　engine　doesn't　start。　Doesn't　even　crank。　The　starter　makes　a　tut…tutting　sound　and　that's　all。
　　　　'Oh　dear　oh　gosh　dadrattit　number　two；'　he　says；　running　them　all　together　in　a　monotone。　He　isn't　sure　he　could　manifest　much　in　the　way　of　emotion　now　even　if　he　really　wanted　to。　He's　a　horror…movie　fan；　has　seen　Invasion　of　the　Body　Snatchers　two　dozen　times　（he　has　even　seen　the　wretched　remake；　the　one　with　Donald　Sutherland　in　it）；　and　he　knows　what's　going　on　here。　His　body　has　been　snatched；　most　righteously　and　pletely　snatched。　Although　there　will　be　no　army　of　zombies；　not　even　a　townful。　He　is　unique。　He　senses　that　Pete；　Henry；　and　the　Beav　are　also　unique　（was　unique；　in　the　Beav's　case）；　but　he　is　the　most　unique　of　all。　You're　not　　supposed　to　be　able　to　say　that　…　like　the　cheese　belonging　to　the　Farmer　in　the　Dell；　unique　supposedly　stands　alone　…　but　this　is　a　rare　case　where　that　rule　doesn't　apply。　Pete　and　Beaver　were　unique；　Henry　is　uniquer；　and　he；　Jonesy；　is　uniquest。　Look；　he's　even　starring　in　his　own　movie！　How　unique　is　that；　as　his　oldest　son　would　say。
　　　　The　gray　fellow　in　the　hospital　bed　looks　from　the　TV　where　Jonesy　I　is　sitting　astride　the　Arctic　Cat　to　the　chair　where　Jonesy　II　sits　in　his　blood…sodden　johnny。
　　　　What　are　you　hiding？　Mr　Gray　asks。
　　　　Nothing。
　　　　Why　do　you　keep　seeing　a　brick　wall？　What　is　19；　besides　a　prime　number？　Who　said　'Fuck　the　Tigers'？　What　does　that　mean？　What　is　the　brick　wall？　When　is　the　brick　wall？　What　does　it　mean；　why　do　you　keep　seeing　it？
　　　　He　can　feel　Mr　Gray　prying　at　him；　but　for　the　time　being　that　one　kernel　is　safe。　He　can　be　carried；　but　not　changed。　Not　entirely　opened；　either；　it　seems。　Not　yet；　at　least。
　　　　Jonesy　puts　his　finger　to　his　lips　and　gives　the　gray　fellow's　own　words　back　to　him：　Be　quiet；　watch　the　movie。
　　　　It　studies　him　with　the　black　bulbs　of　its　eyes　（they　are　insectile；　Jonesy　thinks；　the　eyes　of　a　praying　mantis）；　and　Jonesy　can　feel　it　prying　for　a　moment　or　two　longer。　Then　the　sensation　fades。　There　is　no　hurry；　sooner　or　later　it　will　dissolve　the　shell　over　that　last　kernel　of　pure　uninvaded　Jonesy；　and　then　it　will　know　everything　it　wants　to　know。
　　　　In　the　meantime；　they　watch　the　movie。　And　when　Bowser　crawls　into　Jonesy's　lap　…　Bowser　with　his　sharp　teeth　and　his　ethery　antifreeze　smell　…　Jonesy　barely　notices。
　　　　Jonesy　I；　Shed　Jonesy　（only　that　one's　now　actually　Mr　Gray）；　reaches　out。　There　are　many　minds　to　reach　out　to；　they　are　hopping　all　over　each　other　like　late…night　radio　transmissions；　and　he　finds　one　with　the　information　he　needs　easily　enough。　It's　like　opening　a　file　on　your　personal　puter　and　finding　a　wonderfully　detailed　3…D　movie　instead　of　words。
　　　　Mr　Gray's　source　is　Emil　'Dawg'　Brodsky；　from　Menlo　Park；　New　Jersey。　Brodsky　is　an　Army　Tech　Sergeant；　a　motor…pool　munchkin。　Only　here；　as　part　of　Kurtz's　Tactical　Response　Team；　Tech　Sergeant　Brodsky　has　no　rank。　No　one　else　does；　either。　He　calls　his　superiors　boss　and　those　who　rank　below　him　（there　are　not　many　of　those　at　this　particular　barbecue）　hey　you。　If　he　doesn't　know　which　is　which；　pal　or　buddy　will　do。
　　　　There　are　jets　overlying　the　area；　but　not　many　（they'll　be　able　to　get　all　the　pix　they　need　from　low　earth　orbit　if　the　clouds　ever　clear）；　and　they　are　not　Brodsky's　job；　anyway。　The　jets　fly　out　of　the　Air　National　Guard　base　in　Bangor；　and　he　is　here　in　Jefferson　Tract。　Brodsky's　job　is　the　choppers　and　the　trucks　in　the　rapidly　growing　motor…pool　（since　noon；　all　the　roads　in　this　part　of　the　state　have　been　closed　and　the　only　traffic　is　olive…green　trucks　with　their　insignia　masked）；　He's　also　in　charge　of　setting　up　at　least　four　generators　to　provide　the　electricity　needed　to　serve　the　pound　growing　around　Gosselin's　Market。　These　needs　include　motion　sensors；　Pole　lights；　perimeter　lights；　and　the　makeshift　operating　theatre　which　is　being　hastily　equipped　in　a　Windstar　motor　home。　　　　
　　　　Kurtz　has　made　it　clear　that　the　lights　are　a　big　deal　…　he　wants　this　place　as　bright　as　day　all　night　long。　The　greatest　number　of　pole　lights　is　going　up　around　the　barn　and　what　used　to　be　a　horse　corral　and　paddock　behind　the　barn。　In　the　field　where　old　Reggie　Gosselin's　forty　milkers　once　grazed　away　their　days；　two　tents　have　been　erected。　The　larger　has　a　sign　on　its　green　roof：　MISSARY。　The　other　tent　is　white　and　unmarked。　There　are　no　kerosene　heaters　in　it；　as　there　are　in　the　larger　tent；　and　no　need　of　them。　This　is　the　temporary　morgue；　Jonesy　understands。　There　are　only　three　bodies　in　there　now　（one　is　a　banker　who　tried　to　run　away；　foolish　man）；　but　soon　there　may　be　lots　more。　Unless　there's　an　accident　that　makes　collecting　bodies　difficult　or　impossible。　For　Kurtz；　the　boss；　such　an　accident　would　solve　all　sorts　of　problems。
　　　　And　all　that　is　by　the　way。　Jonesy　I's　Job　is　Emil　Brodsky　of　Menlo　Park。
　　　　Brodsky　is　striding　rapidly　across　the　snowy；　muddy；　churned…up　ground　between　the　helicopter　landing　zone　and　the　paddock　where　the　Ripley…positives　are　to　be　kept　（there　are　al