“I know. I trust you. But”—she stopped and stared at Candy hard, her head turned slightly—“you’re different somehow.”
“Yes I am.”
There was a long moment of silence between them. Finally Melissa said, “So tell me everything.”
“It’s not very easy to explain.”
“What’s so hard about it?” Melissa replied with a little shrug. “You got rid of her.”
Candy laughed out loud, in part at her mother’s plain way of saying something that had seemed so difficult to put into words, and in part out of surprise that she knew.
“Who told you?” Candy said.
“About the Princess? Diamanda told me. The one with the long, white hair. The oldest of the women of the Fantomaya.”
“What did she tell you?”
“Not much really. Not about the Princess herself. But that you wouldn’t need to know anything.”
“She’s gone now. It was hard. Somebody died because of it. But I had to have her out. She’s bad, Mom. And I never knew. I never realized she was there inside me. And now she’s gone—and what she did when I let her go—” She shook her head, knowing she’d never find the words. “Seeing her clearly. This . . . monster who’d been inside me all that time.” She took a deep breath. “Did you ever see that in me? Any sign?”
“Of what? Of something bad in you?”
“Evil?”
“Lord, Candy, no. Never. Of course you had your little secrets. And you were always quiet. There was something special about you. I think even your dad felt that. But evil? No.”
“Good. I was afraid . . . you know how you hear about how people repress things? Bad things? So bad they can’t admit that they did them so they forget them?”
“Well, I wasn’t with you every minute of every day for all those years, but if you’d really done something bad—”
“Evil.”
“—I think I would have at least had some clue.”
“But nothing?”
“Not a thing. If this Princess is as bad as you say she is, I think I would have known if she’d shown herself.”
“But she did, Mom.”
“When?”
“All the time. She was part of who I was. Otherwise how would you have known that something was different? You felt it as soon as you saw me, didn’t you?”
“Yes.” She studied her daughter again, with eyes full of love as before, but tinged with a hint of fear. “But now you and she are separated. You’ll stay out of her way, I hope.”
“As long as she leaves me and my friends alone, I hope I never lay eyes on her again.”
“Good. Nobody needs bad people in their lives.”
“Mom, you don’t need to worry. Because when I’ve seen all my friends and I’m sure they’re okay, I’m coming home.”
“Home
“Yes.”
“To stay?”
“Yes, to stay. Why do you sound surprised? This is my real home. With you and Dad and Ricky and Don . . .” Now it was Candy who did the face watching. “You don’t seem very happy about it,” she said.
“No. Of course I’m happy. To have you back home would be wonderful. But . . . things aren’t the way they were before the flood. A lot of people blame you. If you came back, they’d arrest you and interrogate you until they could find something to accuse you of. You opened their eyes to another world, darling. They’ll never forgive you for that. I know they won’t. There are a lot of cruel people in this town. There always were. But now there are a lot more.”
“I never thought about that,” Candy said. Her mother’s response had blindsided her. She’d always assumed there’d be a way. “People can forgive, right?”
“I’m afraid this is only the beginning, Candy. Something really terrible’s going to have to happen before ordinary folks come to their senses.”
“Where’s Dad?” Candy said, changing the subject.
“Well . . .” Melissa took a deep breath. “He’s at church.”
“He’s
“At church. He’s preaching, believe it or not. He does it every day now.”
Candy wanted to laugh; of all the strange things she’d heard recently, the idea of her father heading to church to deliver a sermon was by far the strangest.
“I know how ludicrous it all sounds,” Melissa said. “Believe it or not, Ricky goes too. He has a lot more respect for your father these days.”
“What about Don?”
“He doesn’t have any interest in any of this. He stays in his room a lot these days.”
“This is too weird. Where does Dad preach?”
“He calls it The Church of . . . wait, let me get this right . . . The Church of . . . The Children of Eden. It’s on Treadskin Street, where the old Baptist Church used to be. They painted it green. It’s a really ugly green. But he’s really changed his ways, Candy. And people like what he has to say. Look. On the windows.”
Melissa pointed. There was a poster taped to the dining room window. And two more of the same design upstairs. Candy took a couple of steps back toward the house, so as to read what they said.
COME IN!
NO CONFESSIONS!
NO CONTRIBUTIONS!
ENTER AND YOU SHALL BE SAVED!
Candy was suspicious.
“He used to watch those TV evangelists just to laugh at them! And now he’s a believer?”
“Well, he isn’t drinking as much, which is a blessing. So maybe it’s doing him some good.” Suddenly, Melissa halted and the look of concern she already had on her face deepened. “You have to go now,” she said.
“Why?”
“I heard the front door. Your father’s back.”
“He can’t see me, Mom. I’m here in your dream.”
“I know that’s the way it was before, Candy, but like I said, things have changed.”
“No
As she spoke she felt a strange tingling sensation at the top of her spine, and slowly, slowly—almost as if in a nightmare—she turned back to see something her soul told her not to look at. Too late.
There was her father, coming out of the house. And he was staring right at her.
Chapter 25
No More Lies
CANDY HAD FACED MORE than her share of monstrous enemies in the last few months: Kaspar Wolfswinkel in his prison house on Ninnyhammer; the Zethek, crazed in the holds of the humble fishing boat
And not forgetting, of course, the creature who’d waited for Candy in the house where she’d taken refuge after Diamanda’s death: Christopher Carrion.
And the Hag, Mater Motley.
