Slowly, all around them, the brightness dimmed down. “I left you a space to slip through,” Darryl said, as the space darkened, like a stage at the end of a play. “Just behind you there. But this is what’U be left inside.”
Darkness, and a spotlight.
In the spotlight, a clown rode a tiny bicycle around and around, never stopping, never looking up. Its eyes were empty. It was a machine, just a fragment of personality without the soul that had once animated it: hopeless, mindless, animate but insensate. Kit looked at it and thought of a windup mouse going around and around in little circles, waiting for the cat.
“Let’s get out of here,” Kit said. “Darryl? You know the way back?”
“In my sleep,” he said, and grinned.
Kit held out a hand. “Welcome to the Art, brother,” he said.
Darryl took the hand, then pulled Kit close and hugged him hard. He let go, turned to Nita. He hugged her, too.
“Later,” she said. “Go home.”
Darryl vanished with the ease of someone who’s been doing it for years.
Kit and Nita looked at each other. “Your place or mine?” Nita said.
“My folks are going to yell at me,” Kit said, “so let’s do mine first.”
Nita smiled a small wry smile. “You just want me to help you take the heat.”
, Kit said.
They vanished, too.
Some distance away, in a special-ed classroom in Baldwin, the afternoon routine was proceeding as usual when one of the teachers saw something unusual happen.
Darryl McAllister looked at him, looked at him straight on.
The teacher went over to the boy, and got down beside him where he had been sitting on the floor and rocking. “Hey there, Darryl,” he said. “What’s up?”
“I don’t think,” Darryl said, in a voice that cracked and creaked with not having been used for words for a long time, “I don’t think I need to be here anymore.”
The teacher’s mouth dropped open.
“Can I go home now?” Darryl said, and smiled.
The explanations to parents, Seniors, and others, as usual, took nearly as long as the events themselves had done, so it was several days before Nita and Kit found time to go off and relax. The chosen spot was a favorite one, by the edge of a crater close to a well-known site in Mare Tranquillitatis. They were leaning back against the very top of the upper crater wall, looking down over at the rising half-Earth, while Ponch lay on his back in the moondust, snoring, with his feet in the air.
A fourth figure suddenly stepped into the vacuum nearby, looking around him.
“Wow,” Darryl said. He wandered over to where Nita and Kit sat, bouncing a little as first-timers tended to do, because of the lighter gravity.
“Are we allowed to be up here?” Darryl said, looking about half a mile away, toward where the feet and base of Apollo 11 ‘s lunar lander sat.
“As long as we don’t mess it up,” Kit said. “This is a heritage area.”
Hearing that, Darryl burst out laughing, looking in mischievous admiration at the rough sculptures Kit had been doing on this site for some years. “
“I’ll clean it up before they build the hotel here,” Kit said. “After that, I guess I’ll have to amuse myself carving rocks on Mars into faces.”
Darryl snickered.
“How are your folks doing?” Nita said.
“You kidding? They’re in shock,” Darryl said. He sat down on the rock beside Kit.
“I wouldn’t have thought they’d let you out of their sight right now,” Kit said.
“They haven’t,” Darryl said. “I’m home in bed.”
“Oh,” Nita said, and laughed. “Wow, that two-for-one deal really does come in handy, doesn’t it?”
She’d already had a word with Kit about the genuine source of Darryl’s ability to be in two places at once. They’d agreed that there was no need to be too cagey about mentioning Darryl’s ability to co-locate, as long as they stayed away from discussing the reasons for it. If Darryl just thought it was a personal talent, that was fine.
“I looked at the transit spells,” Darryl said. “But except for the air, they looked like a waste of energy. We’re not supposed to waste. And besides, why go to all that trouble when I can just do this?”
For a moment he was standing behind a large boulder some feet away, while also sitting on the rock beside Kit. Kit shook his head in admiration.
“It’s a slick trick,” Kit said. “I’ll do it my way for the time being, though. Seriously… are your parents coping?”
“They’re coping great.” Darryl’s eyes shone. It was plain to Nita that this was an understatement.
“My mom and dad are…” He broke off, shook his head.
“It’s all new,” Darryl said after a moment. “They hardly dare to believe it. And I can’t really tell them why they
“Give them some time,” Kit said. “Neither of us came right out to our parents, either. I think you’re probably right, though. Too much strange at once isn’t a good thing for them. There’s going to be enough of that later, once you start getting into your serious work, whatever that turns out to be. For now, just enjoy how happy they are, and take it easy.”
“Well, happy’s good, but the ‘take it easy’ part’s not going to last,” Darryl said, and grinned. “I heard my mom thinking that if I was really going to be better now, she was going to start giving me
.”
Nita and Kit groaned in unison.
“She was kind of nervous about it,” Darryl said. “I think I get a few weeks of being lazy before they really start expecting me to be normal.”
“Take advantage of it,” Kit said. “Once they start, they never let up.”
Darryl nodded, looked over at the Earth. “So now we get to take care of that,” he said.
“That’s the job,” Nita said.
“I’d better get on with it then,” Darryl said. “You guys come here often?”
“Often enough,” Kit said.
“I might be needing some advice as I work into this job,” Darryl said.
“For you, we’re available any time,” Nita said.
Kit grinned. “We’re in the book.”
Darryl nodded and waved. A second later he was gone.
“Nice kid,” Kit said after a moment.
“No argument there,” Nita said. “Come on, your mom said dinner was at six.”
Kit was looking over at the Earth. “It really is the best job, isn’t it?” he said.
Nita nodded. “None better. And the company’s good, too.”
“The best,” Kit said. “Welcome back.”
Nita smiled. “Come
Kit stood up and dusted floury pumice dust off him. “Yeah, well, if you think you’re going to get a bigger portion than I am, think again! C’mon, Ponch.”
