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Glen Ryder was trying to quiet down the audience again, his gavel thumping ineffectually against a chorus of competing voices. He looked startled as Claire pushed her way to the speakers’ table.
“I have to make an announcement,” she said. “I have a health alert for the town.”
“It’s not exactly relevant to this meeting, Dr. Elliot.”
“I believe it is relevant. Please let me speak.”
He nodded and resumed banging the gavel with new urgency. “Dr. Elliot has an announcement!”
Claire moved front and center, acutely aware that everyone’s gaze was on her.
She took a deep breath and began. “These attacks are scaring us all, causing us to point fingers at our neighbors, at the school. At people from away But I believe there’s a medical explanation. I’ve just spoken to the hospital lab, and I have a clue to what’s going on.” She held up the scrap of paper with the organism’s name. “It’s a bacteria called Vibriofischeri. It was growing in Scotty Braxton’s nasal mucus. What we’re seeing now-this aggressive behavior in our children- may be a symptom of infection. Vibriofischeri could cause a case of meningitis we can’t detect with our usual tests. It could also cause what doctors call a ‘neighborhood reaction’-an infection of the sinuses, extending into the brain-”
“Wait a minute,” said Adam DelRay, rising to his feet. “I’ve been practicing medicine here for ten years. I’ve never come across an infection of this-what is it?”
“Vibriofiscberi. It’s not normally seen in humans. But the lab’s identified it as an organism infecting my patient.”
“And where did your patient pick up this bug?”
“I believe it was the lake. Scotty Braxton and Taylor Darnell both swam in that lake almost every day last summer. So did a lot of other kids in this town. If that lake has a high bacterial count of Vibrio, that could explain how they’re getting infected.”
“I went swimming last summer,” said a woman. “A lot of adults did. Why would only the kids get infected?”
“It may have to do with what part of the lake you swim in. I also know there’s a similar infectious pattern for amoebic meningitis. That’s a brain infection caused by amoebas growing in fresh water. Children and teenagers are most often infected. When they swim in contaminated water, the amoeba enters their nasal mucosa. From there it reaches the brain by passing through a porous barrier called the cribriform plate. Adults don’t get infected, because their cribriform plates are sealed over, protecting their brains. Children don’t have that protection.”
“So how do you treat this? With antibiotics or something?”
“That would be my guess.”
Adam DelRay let out an incredulous laugh. “Are you suggesting we dispense antibiotics to every irritable kid in town? You have no proof anyone’s infected!”
“I do have a positive culture.”
“One positive culture. And it’s not from the spinal fluid, so how can you call this meningitis?” He looked at the audience. “I can assure this town there is no epidemic. Last month, the Two Hills Pediatric Group got a lab grant to survey blood counts and hormone levels in kids. They’ve been drawing blood on all their teenage patients in the area. Any infection would have shown up in their blood counts.”
“What grant are you talking about?” asked Claire.
“From Anson Biologicals. To confirm baseline normals. They haven’t reported anything unusual.” He shook his head. “This infection theory of yours is the most crackpot thing I’ve heard yet, and it comes without a shred of evidence.
You don’t even know if Vibrio is growing in the lake.”
“I know it is,” said Claire. “I’ve seen it.”
“You saw a bacteria? What, do you have microscopic vision?”
“Vibrio fischeri is bioluminescent. It glows. I’ve seen bioluminescence in Locust Lake.”
“Where are the cultures to back it up? Have you collected water samples?”
“I saw it just before the lake froze over. It’s probably too cold now to grow out viable cultures. Which means we won’t have confirmation until we do water sampling in the spring. These cultures take time to grow. It could be weeks or months after that before we get an answer.” She paused, reluctant to make her next suggestion. “Until we rule out the lake as the source of this bacteria,” she said, “I recommend we keep our children from swimming in it.”
The uproar was expected and immediate.
“Are you crazy? We can’t let an announcement like that get out!”
“What about the tourists? You’ll scare off the tourists!”
“How the hell are we s’posed to make a living?”
Glen Ryder was on his feet, banging at the table. “Order! I will have order!”
His face florid, he turned to confront Claire. “Dr. Effiot, this isn’t the time or place to suggest such drastic action. It needs to be discussed by the Board of Selectmen?’
“This is a public health issue,” said Claire. “It’s a decision for the health department. Not politicians.”
“There’s no need to involve the state!”
“It’s irresponsible not to.”
Lois Cuthbert shot to her feet. “I’ll tell you what’s irresponsible! It’s getting up there, without any evidence, with all these reporters in the room, and claiming there’s some deadly bacteria in our lake. You’re going to destroy this town.”
“If there’s a health risk, we have no other choice.”
Lois turned to Adam DelRay. “What’s your opinion, Dr. DelRay? Is there a health risk?”
DelRay gave a derisive laugh. “The only risk that I can see is that we’ll be made laughingstocks if we take this seriously. Bacteria that glow in the dark?
Do they sing and dance too?”
Claire flushed as laughter burst out all around her. “I know what I saw,” she insisted.
“Right, Dr. Elliot! Psychedelic bacteria.”
Lincoln’s voice suddenly rang through the laughter. “I saw it too.”
Everyone fell silent as he rose to his feet. Startled, Claire turned to look at him and he gave her a wry nod, a gesture that said: We might as well hang together.
“I was there that night, with Dr. Effiot,” he said. “We both saw the glow on the lake. I can’t tell you what it was. It only lasted for a few minutes, and then it vanished. But there was a glow”
“I’ve lived on that lake all my life,” said Lois Cuthbert. “I’ve never seen any glow.”
“Me neither!”
“-or me!”
“Hey, Chief, you and the doe sniffing the same thing?”
New laughter erupted, and this time it was directed at both of them. The outrage had turned to ridicule, but Lincoln didn’t back down; he bore the insults with calm equanimity.
“It may be an episodic occurrence,” said Claire. “Something that doesn’t happen every year. It could be related to weather conditions. Spring flooding or a particularly hot summer-we had both this year. The very same conditions that occurred fifty-two years ago.” She paused, and her challenging gaze swept the audience. “I know there are people in this room who remember what happened fifty-two years ago.”
The crowd went silent.
The reporter from the Portland Press Herald asked, loudly: “What happened fifty-two years ago?”
Abruptly Glen Ryder shot to his feet. “The board will take it under advisement.
Thank you, Dr. Elliot.”
“This should be addressed now,” said Claire. “The health department should be called in to test the water-”
“We will discuss it at our next board meeting,” Ryder repeated firmly. “That’s all, Dr. Elliot.”
Cheeks burning, she walked away from the speakers’ table.
The meeting continued, loud and rancorous, as suggestions were tossed out. There was no further mention of her theory; they had unanimously dismissed it as not worth further discussion. Someone suggested a nine P.M. curfew-all kids off the streets. The teens protested, “Civil rights!” “What about our civil rights?”
