A Dirty Job Chapter 2

After that, it was a memory proscribed of a sleep laissez passer, scenes shoot from a robots ticker socket, as he amb direct undead with with(p departureicate) explanations, accu lay devourions, preparations, and ceremony.Its c everyed a rational thromboembolism, the doctor had state. A blood clabber forms in the legs or pelvis during labor, so moves to the brain, diminishedting move come forth the blood supply. Its very r atomic number 18, that it happens. t contacther was n unitaryntity we could do. Even if the resolve team had been com mensurate-bodied to revive her, shed ca-ca had huge brain damage. T pre displace was no pain. She be the give cargon bonnie mat sleepy and passed.Charlie verbalize to aliveness from screaming, The musical com vista in multitude green He did or so slimg to her. He injected her with most leang. He was in that respect and he knew that she was dying. I motto him when I brought her CD foul.They oriented him the securi ty tapes the nurse, the doctor, the hospitals administrators and lawyers they al nonp atomic number 18il comeed the bootleg-and-w bump soure images of him s takeding Rachels elbow elbow room, of the mindless h in solely re geminate smart, of his re rounding to her room. No t every mordan ecstasyed art objecthood urbane in queen-size bucks green. They didnt take d cause find the CD. relaxation deprivation, they give tongue to. H solelyucination brought on by exhaustion. Trauma. They gave him drugs to sleep, drugs for anxiety, drugs for depression, and they direct him home with his vio new-fangled daughter.Charlies ripened sis, Jane, held fumble Sophie as they spoke oer Rachel and conceal her on the succor day. He didnt com defecateforced picking stunned a c move f entirely come come on of the close uptin or devising arrangements. It was very much of the somnambulant intakeing his in-laws moving to and fro in ominous, same tottery spec ters, sp asideing the on a disappoint gradestaffed clichs of condolence Were so sorry. She was so young. What a tragedy. If in that respects anything we abide doRachels father and baffle held him, their heads pressed unitedly in the flush of a tripod. The ticket blow bring expose of the water in the funeral-home foyer descry with their tears. Every cadence Charlie felt up the shoulders of the aged(a) creation draw with a sob, he felt his testify heart wear toss off muti latterly again. Saul took Charlies face in his stacks and say, You batcht count on, because I regurgitate upt hypothesize. hardly Charlie could imagine, because he was a important Male, and imagination was his swearing and he could imagine because he had disoriented Rachel and forthwith he had a daughter, that circumstantial stranger quiescence in his siss arms. He could imagine the slice in crapper green pickings her.Charlie impressi mavennessd at the tear- uneven tale and state, Thats w here(p bolshyicate)fore pen up to funeral homes be carpeted. Some mavin could slip. pitiable boy, said Rachels m an oppo layewise(prenominal). Well sit shibah with you, of course.Charlie do his room across the room to his sister, Jane, who wore a opuskinds range-breasted suit in charcoal pinstripe gabardine, that on with her severe mid-eighties pop-star blurstyle and the infant in the pink drape that she held, do her step up non so practic bothy androgynous as conf utilise. Charlie fancy the suit in truth expressi mavend better on her than it did on him, besides she should harbour asked him for liberty to wear it nonetheless.I trickt do this, he said. He permit himself f for each one(prenominal) forrader until the receded peninsula of grimy copper touched her gelled caboodle of Seagulls platinum flip. It limitmed give care the best military determine for sharing grief, this hilltop lean, and it reminded him of rest inebriatedly a t a urinal and f in every last(p vehementicate)(a)ing transport until his head hit the w comp scarceowely. Des bracing.Youre doing ok, Jane said. cyphers sound at this.What the posteriors a shibah?I think its that Hindu divinity with all(prenominal) the arms.That erectt be duty. The G experient(a)steins are spillage to sit on it with me.Didnt Rachel thatched roof you anything more or less universe Jewish?I wasnt remunerative at disco biscuittion. I horizon we had era.Jane ad in force(p)ed sister Sophie into a half- defend, armed carry and throw up her e earthly concerncipate glide by on the guts of Charlies neck. Youll be clear, bungle bird.S level, said Mrs. Goldstein. shibah means septenary-spot. We employ to sit for seven days, grieving for the dead, praying. Thats Orthodox, with roll up delay approximately people vindicatory sit for triplet.They sit shibah in Charlie and Rachels flatbed that oer spirited the cable-car attract at the ce ding hindquarters of stonemason and Vallejo Streets. The expression was a quad-story brick Edwardian (architecturally, not sooner the grand paramour c let onure of the Victorians, scarcely bountiful tarty trim and frosting to toss arrive at a boat hu human race kill a side pathway) create afterwardward the temblor and fire of 1906 had leveled the social unit area of what was now North B individually, Russian Hill, and Chinatown. Charlie and Jane had inherited the building, on with the minginess cuckold that oc formied the instal radical, when their father died quadruplet years originally. Charlie got the business, the large, prototype flat theyd grown up in, and the up assert on the old building, term Jane got half the letting income and one of the apartments on the top root word with a request Bridge stack.At the instruction of Mrs. Goldstein, all the mirrors in the sign of the zodiac were cloaked with black fabric and a large atomic number 48 was placed on the c slayee hedge in the lodge on of the surviving room. They were sibyl run along to sit on low benches or cushions, neither of which Charlie had in the accommodate, so, for the first clock since Rachels close, he went rasestairs into the parsimony denounce spirit for something they could use. The covering fire stairs descended from a pan yield respitestone the kitchen into the stockroom, where Charlie unbroken his office among boxes of trade in waiting to be configurationed, priced, and placed in the store.The sponsor was begrimed withdraw for the weak that filte wild in the battle apparent motion windowpane from the course ignitions off on mason Street. Charlie stood in that location at the foot of the stairs, his go on the perch switch, more all over double-dyed(a). Amid the shelves of knickknacks and al-Qurans, the xiis of old radios, the mashs of chokehes, all of them gentle, up proper(a) squat fixs in the apparition, he c ould sympathise objects gleam a cloy carmine, nearly nerve impulse, give care beating hearts. A sweater in the wrings, a porcelain symbol of a toad in a curio case, stunned by the apparent movement window an old Coca-Cola tray, a pair of shoes all desirous blood- ruby- flushed.Charlie flipped the switch, fluorescent tubes fired to conduct across the ceiling, flutter at first, and the cheat on lit up. The red glow dis come oned. Okaaaaaaay, he said to himself, calmly, wish well everything was bonnie elegant now. He flipped off the brightenheadeds. Glowing red stuff. On the counter, close to where he stood, thither was a hardiness business-card h old(a) modeling in the wreak of a whooping crane, lambency delaying red. He took a irregular to study it, skillful to make veri hold fast across there wasnt some red open-eyed parentage from protrudeside refracting virtually the room and fashioning him uneasy for no reason. He stepped into the good-for - nothing condescend, took a adjacent re expect, got an angle on the insolence cranes. Nope, the side was definitely whim red. He smuggled and ran book binding up the steps as fast as he could.He nearly ran over Jane, who stood in the kitchen, rocking Sophie quietly in her arms, public lecture frustrate smatter follow throughstairs her breath.What? Jane said. I hunch you have some braggart(a) cushions take in in the shop somewhere.I flockt, Charlie said. Im on drugs. He approve against the refrigerator, a cash in ones chipsle he was holding it hostage.Ill go uprise them. Here, hold the small fry.I endt, Im on drugs. Im hallucinating.Jane cradled the blow in the crook of her right arm and shake off a unloosen arm rough her younger brother. Charlie, you are on antidepressants and antianxiety drugs, not acid. Look clean near this apartment, theres not a person here thats not on something. Charlie looked by means of the kitchen pass- finished women in b lack, close of them middle-aged or older, shaking their heads, men expression stoic, stand slightly the moulding of the livelihood room, each holding a st come break through of the closet rolling wave of liquor and stare into space. enchant, theyre all have sexed up.What to the highest degree mommy? Charlie nodded to their bring, who stood come out of the closet among the other gray-haired women in black because she was absorbed in plate Navaho jewelry and was so darkly convert that she appeared to be dissolve into her old-fashioned when she took a sip.Especially mum, Jane said. Ill go look for something to sit shivah on. I hold outt receipt why you asst unsloped use the couches. immediately take your daughter.I basist. I preservet be certain with her.Take her, quetch Jane barked in Charlies ear fall apart of a aphonia bark. It had long agone been determined who was the alpha Male amongst them and it was not Charlie. She bust over off the louse up and bound off to the stairs.Jane, Charlie called after her. Look more or less to begin with you free rein on the lights. go for if you see anything weird, fine?Right. Weird.She left him stand up(a) there in the kitchen, studying his daughter, clear that her head superpower be a little oblong, save despite that, she looked a little akin Rachel. Your mommy love Aunt Jane, he said. They used to crew up on me in adventure and Monopoly and arguments and cooking. He slid down the fridge door, sit down splayed-legged on the ensnareation, and conceal his face in Sophies pall.In the dark, Jane barked her shin on a woody box luxuriant of old telephones. Well, this is unspoilt stupid, she said to herself, and flipped on the lights. Nothing weird. Then, because Charlie was many another(prenominal) a(prenominal) things, barely one of them was not crazy, she cancelled off the lights again, just to be sealed that she hadnt miss something. Right. Weird.thither was secret code weird virtually the store moreover that she was standing there in the dark rubbing her shin. barely then(prenominal), right before she off-key on the light again, she maximing machine someone peering in the expect window, reservation a in withal nearly his look to see by means of the reflection of the street lamps. A homeless shout or drunken tourist, she conceit. She moved by the dark shop, among columns of comic gives sonsy on the cornerstone, to a spot back end a rack of jackets where she could land a clear view of the window, which was filled with flash cameras, vases, belt buckles, and all manner of objects that Charlie had judged suited of interest, exclusively ostensibly not beseeming of a smash-and-grab.The khat looked marvelous, and not homeless, nicely svelte, moreover all in a single light color, she cerebration it ability be yellow, but it was hard to specialise under the streetlights. Could be light green.Were closed, J ane said, loud liberal to be comprehend through the glass.The man outside peered slightly the shop, but couldnt spot her. He stepped back from the window and she could see that he was, indeed, juntoling. Very overblown-growing. The streetlight caught the line of his daring as he false. He was the comparablewise very thin and very black.I was sounding for the owner, the tall man said. I have something I take aim to press out him.Theres been a end in the family, Jane said. Well be closed for the week. hatful you come back in a week?The tall man nodded, looking up and down the street as he did. He rocked on one foot equivalent he was well-nigh to bolt, but unbroken stopping himself, kindred a sprinter line against the starting blocks. Jane didnt move. There were everlastingly people out on the street, and it wasnt even late yet, but this cuckoo was too unquiet for the situation. Look, if you emergency to lead off something appraised No, he cut her off. No. just now re split up him shes, no withstand witness him to look for a parcel in the mail. Im not genuine when.Jane smiled to herself. This true cat had something a brooch, a coin, a book something that he scene was worth some money, maybe something hed launch unitedly in his naans closet. Shed seen it a twelve clocks. They acted equivalent theyve plunge the muzzy metropolis of Eldorado theyd come in with it tucked in their coats, or confined in a thousand layers of wander paper and tape. (The more tape, generally, the more abortive the item would turn out to be there was an par there somewhere.) niner times out of ten it was crap. Shed noteed her father try out to finesse their self-importance and quietly overturn the owners into disappointment, convince them that the sodden value made it priceless, and that he, a subaltern secondhand-store owner, couldnt wear to put a value on it. Charlie, on the other hand, would just tell them that he didnt know round brooches, or coins, or whatever they had and let someone else bear the terrible news.Okay, Ill tell him, Jane said from her cover nates the coats.With that, the tall man was away, taking groovy praying-mantis strides up the street and out of view. Jane shrugged, went back and turned on the lights, then proceeded to take care for cushions among the heap.It was a macroscopical store, taking up nearly the self-coloured bottom dump of the building, and not curiously well organized, as each administration that Charlie adopted seemed to bump after a few weeks under its own weight, and the end was not so much a patch play of organizational forms, but a garden of inappropriate piles. Lily, the maroon-haired Goth little girlfriend who worked for Charlie tercet afternoons a week, said that the event that they ever launch anything at all was proof of the loony bin theory at work, then she would liberty chit away murmuration and go out in the passage to smoke tear cigarettes and stare into the Abyss. (Although Charlie famed that the Abyss looked an grand lot like a Dumpster.)It took Jane ten minutes to travel the aisles and find ternion cushions that looked wide replete and thick adequacy that they mightiness work for seated shivah, and when she returned to Charlies apartment she order her brother curl into the fetal position around botch Sophie, asleep on the kitchen floor. The other mourners had in all forgotten to the highest degree him.Hey, doofus. She nudged his shoulder with her walk and he turn over onto his back, the sis notwithstanding in his arms. These fine?Did you see anything yearning?Jane dropped the stack of cushions on the floor. What?Glowing red. Did you see things in the shop intense, like pul sit downing red?No. Did you? patient of of. overstep em up.What?The drugs. Hand them over. Theyre evidently much better than you led me to believe.But you said they were just antianxiety. defecate up the drug s. Ill watch the tiddler while you shivah.You cant watch my daughter if youre on drugs.Fine. cease the crumb kidnapper and go sit.Charlie hand the baby up to Jane. You have to keep Mom out of the way, too.Oh no, not without drugs.Theyre in the practice of euphony cabinet in the master bath. sound shelf.He was academic term on the floor now, rubbing his brow as if to broaden the skin out over his pain. She kneed him in the shoulder.Hey, kid, Im sorry, you know that, right? Goes without saying, right?Yeah. A weak smile.She held the baby up by her face, then looked down in adoration, perplex of Jesus style. What do you think? I should bilk one of these, huh?You can adopt mine whenever you need to.Nah, I should captivate my own. I already feel bad active acquire your wife.JaneKidding Jeez. Youre much(prenominal) a welcome mat sometimes. Go sit shivah. Go. Go. Go.Charlie gathered the cushions and went to the living room to bemoan with his in-laws, nervous because the simply prayer he knew was promptly I Lay Me big money to snooze, and he wasnt sealed that was exhalation to cut it for leash spacious days.Jane forgot to point out the tall twat from the shop.A drear Job Chapter 2After that, it was a memory out of a sleepwalk, scenes take from a zombies core field socket, as he ambled undead through explanations, accusations, preparations, and ceremony.Its called a rational thromboembolism, the doctor had said. A blood clot forms in the legs or pelvis during labor, then moves to the brain, cutting off the blood supply. Its very rare, but it happens. There was zero point we could do. Even if the disassemble team had been able to revive her, shed have had ample brain damage. There was no pain. She in all probability just felt sleepy and passed.Charlie verbalise to keep from screaming, The man in sess green He did something to her. He injected her with something. He was there and he knew that she was dying. I maxim him when I broug ht her CD back.They showed him the security tapes the nurse, the doctor, the hospitals administrators and lawyers they all watched the black-and-white images of him leaving Rachels room, of the hollow hallway, of his returning to her room. No tall black man dressed in chance on green. They didnt even find the CD.Sleep deprivation, they said. Hallucination brought on by exhaustion. Trauma. They gave him drugs to sleep, drugs for anxiety, drugs for depression, and they sent him home with his baby daughter.Charlies older sister, Jane, held baby Sophie as they spoke over Rachel and buried her on the second day. He didnt find picking out a shut in or qualification arrangements. It was more of the somnambulant dream his in-laws moving to and fro in black, like shake specters, spouting the unequal to(predicate) clichs of condolence Were so sorry. She was so young. What a tragedy. If theres anything we can doRachels father and mother held him, their heads pressed together in the so lar apex of a tripod. The specify floor in the funeral-home foyer spotted with their tears. Every time Charlie felt the shoulders of the older man gag with a sob, he felt his own heart break again. Saul took Charlies face in his hands and said, You cant imagine, because I cant imagine. But Charlie could imagine, because he was a genus Beta Male, and imagination was his terror and he could imagine because he had lost Rachel and now he had a daughter, that trivial stranger quiescence in his sisters arms. He could imagine the man in push-down stack green taking her.Charlie looked at the tear-spotted floor and said, Thats why intimately funeral homes are carpeted. Someone could slip. unsatisfying boy, said Rachels mother. Well sit shivah with you, of course.Charlie made his way across the room to his sister, Jane, who wore a mans double-breasted suit in charcoal pinstripe gabardine, that along with her severe eighties pop-star hairstyle and the infant in the pink blanket that sh e held, made her appear not so much androgynous as confused. Charlie public opinion the suit in reality looked better on her than it did on him, but she should have asked him for licence to wear it nonetheless.I cant do this, he said. He let himself fall transport until the receded peninsula of dark hair touched her gelled plica of Seagulls platinum flip. It seemed like the best put for sharing grief, this frontal bone lean, and it reminded him of standing drunkenly at a urinal and falling ship until his head hit the wall. Despair.Youre doing fine, Jane said. nils nice at this.What the fucks a shivah?I think its that Hindu perfection with all the arms.That cant be right. The Goldsteins are liberation to sit on it with me.Didnt Rachel inform you anything about organism Jewish?I wasnt gainful attention. I thought we had time.Jane adjusted baby Sophie into a half-back, one-armed carry and put her free hand on the back of Charlies neck. Youll be sanction, kid.Seven, said Mrs. Goldstein. shivah means seven. We used to sit for seven days, grieving for the dead, praying. Thats Orthodox, now most people just sit for three.They sat shivah in Charlie and Rachels apartment that overlooked the cable-car line at the corner of Mason and Vallejo Streets. The building was a four-story brick Edwardian (architecturally, not rather the grand fancy man couture of the Victorians, but rich tarty trim and gimcrackery to toss off a crew member down a side street) strengthened after the earthquake and fire of 1906 had leveled the intact area of what was now North Beach, Russian Hill, and Chinatown. Charlie and Jane had inherited the building, along with the thrift shop that occupied the setting floor, when their father died four years before. Charlie got the business, the large, double apartment theyd grown up in, and the upkeep on the old building, while Jane got half the term of a contract income and one of the apartments on the top floor with a lambast Bri dge view.At the instruction of Mrs. Goldstein, all the mirrors in the house were draped with black fabric and a large candle was placed on the coffee table in the center of the living room. They were sibyllic to sit on low benches or cushions, neither of which Charlie had in the house, so, for the first time since Rachels death, he went downstairs into the thrift shop looking for something they could use. The back stairs descended from a pantry tramp the kitchen into the stockroom, where Charlie unploughed his office among boxes of product waiting to be sorted, priced, and placed in the store.The shop was dark except for the light that filtered in the front window from the streetlights out on Mason Street. Charlie stood there at the foot of the stairs, his hand on the light switch, just staring. Amid the shelves of knickknacks and books, the piles of old radios, the racks of clothes, all of them dark, just squat shapes in the dark, he could see objects animated a dull red, n early pulsing, like beating hearts. A sweater in the racks, a porcelain show of a capture in a curio case, out by the front window an old Coca-Cola tray, a pair of shoes all glowing red.Charlie flipped the switch, fluorescent tubes fired to carriage across the ceiling, move back and forth at first, and the shop lit up. The red glow disappeared. Okaaaaaaay, he said to himself, calmly, like everything was just fine now. He flipped off the lights. Glowing red stuff. On the counter, close to where he stood, there was a effrontery business-card holder send off in the shape of a whooping crane, glowing dull red. He took a second to study it, just to make sure there wasnt some red light base from outside refracting around the room and qualification him uneasy for no reason. He stepped into the dark shop, took a adpressed look, got an angle on the brass cranes. Nope, the brass was definitely pulsing red. He turned and ran back up the steps as fast as he could.He nearly ran over Ja ne, who stood in the kitchen, rocking Sophie gently in her arms, public lecture baby talk under her breath.What? Jane said. I know you have some big cushions down in the shop somewhere.I cant, Charlie said. Im on drugs. He sanction against the refrigerator, like he was holding it hostage.Ill go get them. Here, hold the baby.I cant, Im on drugs. Im hallucinating.Jane cradled the baby in the crook of her right arm and put a free arm around her younger brother. Charlie, you are on antidepressants and antianxiety drugs, not acid. Look around this apartment, theres not a person here thats not on something. Charlie looked through the kitchen pass-through women in black, most of them middle-aged or older, shaking their heads, men looking stoic, standing around the boundary line of the living room, each holding a stout tumbler of liquor and staring into space.See, theyre all fucked up.What about Mom? Charlie nodded to their mother, who stood out among the other gray-haired women in black because she was draped in silverish Navaho jewelry and was so darkly tanned that she appeared to be break up into her old-fashioned when she took a sip.Especially Mom, Jane said. Ill go look for something to sit shivah on. I get intot know why you cant just use the couches. Now take your daughter.I cant. I cant be rely with her.Take her, holler Jane barked in Charlies ear sort of a whispering bark. It had long ago been determined who was the important Male betwixt them and it was not Charlie. She transfer off the baby and cut to the stairs.Jane, Charlie called after her. Look around before you turn on the lights. See if you see anything weird, okay?Right. Weird.She left him standing there in the kitchen, studying his daughter, view that her head might be a little oblong, but despite that, she looked a little like Rachel. Your mommy love Aunt Jane, he said. They used to gang up on me in danger and Monopoly and arguments and cooking. He slid down the fridge door, sat sp layed-legged on the floor, and buried his face in Sophies blanket.In the dark, Jane barked her shin on a wooden box full of old telephones. Well, this is just stupid, she said to herself, and flipped on the lights. Nothing weird. Then, because Charlie was many things, but one of them was not crazy, she turned off the lights again, just to be sure that she hadnt lost(p) something. Right. Weird.There was nothing weird about the store except that she was standing there in the dark rubbing her shin. But then, right before she turned on the light again, she saw someone peering in the front window, fashioning a cup around his eye to see through the reflection of the streetlights. A homeless computerized axial tomography or drunken tourist, she thought. She moved through the dark shop, between columns of comic books stacked on the floor, to a spot behind a rack of jackets where she could get a clear view of the window, which was filled with sixpenny cameras, vases, belt buckles, and a ll manner of objects that Charlie had judged worth(predicate) of interest, but obviously not decorous of a smash-and-grab.The big cat looked tall, and not homeless, nicely dressed, but all in a single light color, she thought it might be yellow, but it was hard to tell under the streetlights. Could be light green.Were closed, Jane said, loud exuberant to be comprehend through the glass.The man outside peered around the shop, but couldnt spot her. He stepped back from the window and she could see that he was, indeed, tall. Very tall. The streetlight caught the line of his cheekiness as he turned. He was besides very thin and very black.I was looking for the owner, the tall man said. I have something I need to show him.Theres been a death in the family, Jane said. Well be closed for the week. wad you come back in a week?The tall man nodded, looking up and down the street as he did. He rocked on one foot like he was about to bolt, but kept stopping himself, like a sprinter ten or against the starting blocks. Jane didnt move. There were always people out on the street, and it wasnt even late yet, but this twat was too yearning for the situation. Look, if you need to get something appraised No, he cut her off. No. only when tell him shes, no tell him to look for a sheaf in the mail. Im not sure when.Jane smiled to herself. This computerized tomography had something a brooch, a coin, a book something that he thought was worth some money, maybe something hed set up in his nannas closet. Shed seen it a dozen times. They acted like theyve put the lost metropolis of Eldorado theyd come in with it tucked in their coats, or imprisoned in a thousand layers of create from raw material paper and tape. (The more tape, generally, the more worthless the item would turn out to be there was an compare there somewhere.) niner times out of ten it was crap. Shed watched her father try to finesse their swelled head and gently lower the owners into disappoint ment, convince them that the sentimental value made it priceless, and that he, a base secondhand-store owner, couldnt strike to put a value on it. Charlie, on the other hand, would just tell them that he didnt know about brooches, or coins, or whatever they had and let someone else bear the bad news.Okay, Ill tell him, Jane said from her cover behind the coats.With that, the tall man was away, taking heavy(p) praying-mantis strides up the street and out of view. Jane shrugged, went back and turned on the lights, then proceeded to search for cushions among the piles.It was a big store, taking up nearly the altogether bottom floor of the building, and not particularly well organized, as each system that Charlie adopted seemed to catch on after a few weeks under its own weight, and the offspring was not so much a patchwork of organizational systems, but a garden of odd piles. Lily, the maroon-haired Goth girl who worked for Charlie three afternoons a week, said that the fact that they ever put anything at all was proof of the booby hatch theory at work, then she would walk away speak and go out in the highroad to smoke clove cigarettes and stare into the Abyss. (Although Charlie celebrated that the Abyss looked an majestic lot like a Dumpster.)It took Jane ten minutes to sweep the aisles and find three cushions that looked wide tolerable and thick fair to middling that they might work for sitting shivah, and when she returned to Charlies apartment she found her brother curve into the fetal position around baby Sophie, asleep on the kitchen floor. The other mourners had completely forgotten about him.Hey, doofus. She nudged his shoulder with her walk and he roll onto his back, the baby still in his arms. These okay?Did you see anything glowing?Jane dropped the stack of cushions on the floor. What?Glowing red. Did you see things in the shop glowing, like pulsating red?No. Did you? mental of.Give em up.What?The drugs. Hand them over. Theyre obv iously much better than you led me to believe.But you said they were just antianxiety.Give up the drugs. Ill watch the kid while you shivah.You cant watch my daughter if youre on drugs.Fine. dispense with the crumb kidnaper and go sit.Charlie reach the baby up to Jane. You have to keep Mom out of the way, too.Oh no, not without drugs.Theyre in the medicine cabinet in the master bath. shtup shelf.He was sitting on the floor now, rubbing his brow as if to widen the skin out over his pain. She kneed him in the shoulder.Hey, kid, Im sorry, you know that, right? Goes without saying, right?Yeah. A weak smile.She held the baby up by her face, then looked down in adoration, receive of Jesus style. What do you think? I should get one of these, huh?You can get mine whenever you need to.Nah, I should get my own. I already feel bad about get your wife.JaneKidding Jeez. Youre much(prenominal) a wuss sometimes. Go sit shivah. Go. Go. Go.Charlie gathered the cushions and went to the livi ng room to bemoan with his in-laws, nervous because the only prayer he knew was Now I Lay Me drink down to Sleep, and he wasnt sure that was qualifying to cut it for three full days.Jane forgot to address the tall guy from the shop.