“Well, I never did have much to do with her,” said the woman, unsure of herself. “I saw her a time or two-“
Timmy’s fingers went out to touch her wrist and she jerked back as though burned. “I’m sorry,” said Timmy. “Where are you coming from?”
“Margin,” said the woman. “We been there a couple of months shoeing the horses and blacksmithing some.”
“Margin,” said Timmy, his hands shaking a little as he turned away. “Thanks.”
“Well, you’re welcome, I guess,” snapped the woman. She turned back to Mama, who was looking after us, puzzled.
“Now all the new dresses have-“
“I couldn’t see,” whispered Timmy to me as we moved off through the green grass and willows to the orchard. “She wouldn’t let me touch her. How far is Margin?”
“Two days across Desolation Valley,” I said, bubbling with excitement. “It’s a mining town in the hills over there. Their main road comes from the other side.”
“Two days!” Timmy stopped and clung to a small tree.
“Only two days away all this time!”
“It might not be your Lytha,” I warned. “It could be one of us. I’ve heard some of the wildest names! Pioneering seems to addle people’s naming sense.”
“I’ll call,” said Timmy, his face rapt. “I’ll call and when she answers-!”
“If she hears you,” I said, knowing his calling wouldn’t be aloud and would take little notice of the distance to Margin.
“Maybe she thinks everyone is dead like you did. Maybe she won’t think of listening.”
“She will think often of the Home,” said Timmy firmly, “and when she does, she will hear me. I will start now.” And he threaded his way expertly through the walnuts and willows by the pond.
I looked after him and sighed. I wanted him happy and if it was his Lytha, I wanted them together again. But, if he called and called again and got no answerI slid to a seat on a rock by the pond, thinking again of the little lake we were planning where we would have fish and maybe a boat-I dabbled my hand in the cold water and thought, this was dust before Timmy came. He was stubborn enough to make the stream break through.
“If Timmy calls,” I told a little bird balancing suddenly on a twig, bobbing over the water, “someone will answer!”
Meris leaned back with a sigh. “Well!” she said, “thank goodness! I never would have rested easy again if I hadn’t found out! But after Timmy found The People, surely his eyes-“
“Never satisfied,” said Mark. “The more you hear the more you want to hear-“
“I’ve never Assembled much beyond that,” said Bethie. Then she held up a cautioning hand. “Wait-
“Oh,” she said, listening. “Oh dear! Of course.” She stood up, her face a pale blur in the darkness of the patio. “That was Debbie. She’s on her way here. She says Dr. Curtis needs me back at the Group. Valancy sent her because she’s the one who came back from the New Home and ‘Peopled all over the place,’ as she says. I have to leave immediately. There isn’t time for a car. Luckily it’s dark enough now. Debbie has her part all Assembled already so she can-“
“I wish you didn’t have to leave so soon,” said Meris, following her inside and helping her scramble her few belongings into her small case.
“There is so much-There’s always so much-You’ll enjoy Debbie’s story.” Bethie was drifting steplessly out the door. “And there are others-” She was a quickening shadow rising above the patio and her whispered “Good-by,” came softly down through the overarching tree branches.
“Hi!” The laughing voice startled them around from their abstraction. “Unless I’ve lost my interpretive ability, that’s an awfully wet, hungry cry coming from in there!”
“Oh, ‘Licia, honey!” Meris fled indoors, crooning abject apologies as she went.
“Well, hi, to you, then.” The woman stepped out of the shadows and offered a hand to Mark. “I’m Debbie. Sorry to snatch Bethie away, but Dr. Curtis had to have her stat. She’s our best Sensitive and he has a puzzlesome emergency to diagnose. She’s his court of last resort!”
“Dr. Curtis?” Mark returned her warm firm clasp. “That must be the doctor Johannan was trying to find to lead him to the Group.”
“Is so,” said Debbie. “Our Inside-Outsider. He’s a fixture with us now. Not that he stays with the Group, but he functions as One of Us.”
“Come on in,” said Mark, holding the kitchen door open. “Come in and have some coffee.”
“Thank you kindly,” laughed Debbie. “It’s right sightly of you to ask a stranger to ‘light and set a spell.’ No,” she smiled at Mark’s questioning eyes. “That’s not the way they talk on the New Home. It’s only a slight lingual hangover from the first days of my Return. That’s the Assembly Valancy sent me to tell you.”
She sat at the kitchen table and Mark gathered up his battered, discolored coffee mug and Meris’s handleless one and a brightly company-neat cup for Debbie. There wasn’t much left of the coffee but by squeezing hard enough, he achieved three rather scanty portions.
After the flurry of building more coffee and Meris’s return with a solemnly blinking ‘Licia to be exclaimed over and inspected and loved and fed and adored and bedded again, they decided to postpone Debbie’s installment until after their own supper.
“This Assembling business is getting to be as much an addiction as watching TV,” said Mark, mending the fire in the fireplace.
“Well, there’s addiction and addiction,” said Meris as Mark returned to the couch to sit on the other side of Debbie. “I prefer this one. This is for real-hard as it is to believe.”
