door broken along with some windows.
He pulled into his driveway, and with all that had happened he realized that he had left but nine hours before.
The two bodies were still out on the deck. The meat wagon had not come; in the heat, they were now drawing swarms of flies. Jen stood in the doorway, and as he got out of the car Ginger came up, head lowered, whimpering, almost scared, and Jennifer flung herself into his arms.
“Daddy,” and she started to cry.
He suddenly realized that he had become so preoccupied with the approach of the Posse that he had all but forgotten what had transpired here just this morning.
Jen came up to him and the look in her eyes told him something was wrong. Had there been more of them? “Everyone ok?”
John gasped. “Yes, we’re ok.”
“Thank God.”
“You look beat, John.”
“I really can’t explain much now, Jen, but we only have an hour to pack up and move out. We’re moving up to your house.”
“Why, for God’s sake?”
“There’s going to be a fight here by tomorrow. We’re evacuating everyone on both sides of the highway.”
“John, we all need to sit down and talk.” He felt Jennifer still in his arms. He hugged her.
“I’m sorry about Zach, sweetie. He was a brave doggie. The best.”
“I know, Daddy.”
“John, there’s something else,” Jen said. He looked at her.
“John, come inside with me please.”
Too much was happening and her tone set him to a near panic. Was it something about Jennifer?
He broke her embrace and looked at her. Her features, though pinched and yellow, had not changed much.
“Jennifer honey, I think Ginger needs to play,” Jen said.
Her voice was not a suggestion and Jennifer registered it.
“OK, Grandma.”
“And make sure she stays away from those bodies out on the deck.”
The way Jen said it, the message of those words, struck John as yet another breakdown. Tell your kid to go out and play with the dog, but stay away from the men Daddy had shot during the night because your beloved golden might suddenly look at them as a meal.
He followed Jen into the living room. Elizabeth and Ben were sitting together on the sofa, holding hands, and somehow at that instant John knew. To his surprise, Makala was standing in the corner of the room, half-turned, looking at him.
Elizabeth looked up at him and took a deep breath.
“Daddy, I’m pregnant.”
Absolutely thunderstruck, he couldn’t speak. He looked at Ben, whose arm was now protectively around Elizabeth’s shoulder. Ben tried to look him straight in the eye and then lowered his gaze.
John turned away, fearful of what he might say or do, lit another cigarette, and walked to the bay window.
Jen came up to his side.
Behind him Elizabeth started to cry and Ben was whispering to her. “John?”
It was Jen, standing by his side, whispering. “For God’s sake, John, do the right thing.” He turned and looked back.
“How?” was all he could say, and he instantly realized the absurdity of it. At sixteen Elizabeth already so looked like her mother, and he remembered when they met she was twenty, he was twenty-one. Of course he knew how.
But this was his baby girl, who used to smother him with “smoochies” and say she would love him forever.
He walked towards them and to his horror he saw fear in Elizabeth’s eyes. Ben then stood up.
“Sir. If there’s blame, it’s mine.” His voice was trembling and broke into an adolescent squeak. “It’s my fault, not hers.”
“No, Ben. Both of us.”
She stood up and put her arm around him.
“Daddy, we love each other.”
He slowly sat down, shaking his head.
“My God,” he sighed. “You’re kids in high school. College ahead.”
“Not anymore,” Elizabeth said, and now there was some strength to her voice. “Daddy, that’s all over now. All over.”
He looked up at her.
She had always been slender, like her mom, but was even more so now.
Though he didn’t want to say it, he did.
“Maybe the lack of food. Maybe that’s why you’re late.”
“No, John,” and for the first time Makala spoke. “I found a test kit. It’s positive. She’s going to have a baby.”
As she said the word “baby,” Elizabeth and Ben, like so many across the ages, looked at each other and smiled.
John looked at them, again how slender she was, losing weight. Though he was a Catholic, even a non- practicing one, the thought of abortion flickered, even though it was anathema to him. Having this baby might kill her.
“I need to think,” John said, and stood up, heading to his office.
He stopped at the doorway and then looked back.
“We have to evacuate in one hour. So start packing….” He couldn’t say any more and left the room.
He sat down at his desk. The bottle behind it, gone, damn it. He fumbled in his breast pocket and pulled out the smokes. He took one out and lit it.
Numbed, he looked out the window, at the backyard where Jennifer was throwing a stick to Ginger, who though moving slowly still was trying to play.
“John?”
He looked up. It was Makala. “Am I intruding?”
“Yes and no.”
“Can I join you?”
He nodded and she took the chair by his desk. “What are you thinking?” she asked. He sighed.
“The whole world has gone to hell. You know I killed two men this morning?”
“I saw the bodies. And they deserved it.”
“And Zach?”
“I’m sorry, John, about him. He died well, though.”
John lowered his head. Was it only hours ago? he thought.
“There’s a barbarian horde coming this way and by tomorrow they might overrun us. If they do, all this will be moot. Jennifer out there will be dead, if lucky you and Elizabeth dead, all of us dead. The country… dead.”
“That’s why you have to accept what happened with Elizabeth.”
“What? She’s a kid, Makala. She was going to be a junior in high school, that son of…” He hesitated. “Ben a senior. My God, Makala. Accept it?”
“Kids younger than them have been getting pregnant for thousands of years. Especially in wartime.”
“Not my baby.”
“Yes, your baby,” and she reached out and touched his knee.
“Listen, John. You know and I know there isn’t much chance. And they know it, too. They think they’re in
