Rocket Summer: Ray Bradbury SF Collection (Illustrated). Ray Bradbury

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      "Must be a new password. Mink likes him, too."

      "Didn't know it got as far as New York. Word of mouth, I imagine. Looks like a scrap drive. I talked to Josephine and she said her kids—that's in Boston—are wild on this new game. It's sweeping the country."

      At this moment, Mink trotted into the kitchen to gulp a glass of water. Mrs. Morris turned. "How're things going?"

      "Almost finished," said Mink.

      "Swell," said Mrs. Morris. "What's that?"

      "A yo-yo," said Mink. "Watch."

      She flung the yo-yo down its string. Reaching the end it—

      It vanished.

      "See?" said Mink. "Ope!" Dibbling her finger she made the yo-yo reappear and zip up the string.

      "Do that again," said her mother.

      "Can't. Zero hour's five o'clock! 'Bye."

      Mink exited, zipping her yo-yo.

      On the audio-visor, Helen laughed. "Tim brought one of those yo-yo's in this morning, but when I got curious he said he wouldn't show it to me, and when I tried to work it, finally, it wouldn't work."

      "You're not impressionable," said Mrs. Morris.

      "What?"

      "Never mind. Something I thought of. Can I help you, Helen?"

      "I wanted to get that black-and-white cake recipe—"

      * * * * *

      The hour drowsed by. The day waned. The sun lowered in the peaceful blue sky. Shadows lengthened on the green lawns. The laughter and excitement continued. One little girl ran away, crying.

      Mrs. Morris came out the front door.

      "Mink, was that Peggy Ann crying?"

      Mink was bent over in the yard, near the rose-bush. "Yeah. She's a scarebaby. We won't let her play, now. She's getting too old to play. I guess she grew up all of a sudden."

      "Is that why she cried? Nonsense. Give me a civil answer, young lady, or inside you come!"

      Mink whirled in consternation, mixed with irritation. "I can't quit now. It's almost time. I'll be good. I'm sorry."

      "Did you hit Peggy Ann?"

      "No, honest. You ask her. It was something—well, she's just a scaredy-pants."

      The ring of children drew in around Mink where she scowled at her work with spoons and a kind of square shaped arrangement of hammers and pipes. "There and there," murmured Mink.

      "What's wrong?" said Mrs. Morris.

      "Drill's stuck. Half way. If we could only get him all the way through, it'll be easier. Then all the others could come through after him."

      "Can I help?"

      "No'm, thanks. I'll fix it."

      "All right. I'll call you for your bath in half an hour. I'm tired of watching you."

      She went in and sat in the electric-relaxing chair, sipping a little beer from a half-empty glass. The chair massaged her back. Children, children. Children and love and hate, side by side. Sometimes children loved you, hated you, all in half a second. Strange children, did they ever forget or forgive the whippings and the harsh, strict words of command? She wondered. How can you ever forget or forgive those over and above you, those tall and silly dictators?

      Time passed. A curious, waiting silence came upon the street, deepening.

      Five o'clock. A clock sang softly somewhere in the house, in a quiet, musical voice, "Five o'clock ... five o'clock. Time's a wasting. Five o'clock," and purred away into silence.

      Zero hour.

      Mrs. Morris chuckled in her throat. Zero hour.

      A beetle-car hummed into the driveway. Mr. Morris. Mrs. Morris smiled. Mr. Morris got out of the beetle, locked it and called hello to Mink at her work. Mink ignored him. He laughed and stood for a moment watching the children in their business. Then he walked up the front steps.

      "Hello, darling."

      "Hello, Henry."

      She strained forward on the edge of the chair, listening. The children were silent. Too silent.

      He emptied his pipe, refilled it. "Swell day. Makes you glad to be alive."

      Buzz.

      "What's that?" asked Henry.

      "I don't know." She got up, suddenly, her eyes widening. She was going to say something. She stopped it. Ridiculous. Her nerves jumped. "Those children haven't anything dangerous out there, have they?" she said.

      "Nothing but pipes and hammers. Why?"

      "Nothing electrical?"

      "Heck, no," said Henry. "I looked."

      She walked to the kitchen. The buzzing continued. "Just the same you'd better go tell them to quit. It's after five. Tell them—" Her eyes widened and narrowed. "Tell them to put off their Invasion until tomorrow." She laughed, nervously.

      The buzzing grew louder.

      "What are they up to? I'd better go look, all right."

      The explosion!

      * * * * *

      The house shook with dull sound. There were other explosions in other yards on other streets.

      Involuntarily, Mrs. Morris screamed. "Up this way!" she cried, senselessly, knowing no sense, no reason. Perhaps she saw something from the corners of her eyes, perhaps she smelled a new odor or heard a new noise. There was no time to argue with Henry to convince him. Let him think her insane. Yes, insane! Shrieking, she ran upstairs. He ran after her to see what she was up to. "In the attic!" she screamed. "That's where it is!" It was only a poor excuse to get him in the attic in time—oh God, in time!

      Another explosion outside. The children screamed with delight, as if at a great fireworks display.

      "It's not in the attic!" cried Henry. "It's outside!"

      "No, no!" Wheezing, gasping, she fumbled at the attic door. "I'll show you. Hurry! I'll show you!"

      They tumbled into the attic. She slammed the door, locked it, took the key, threw it into a far, cluttered corner.

      She was babbling wild stuff now. It came out of her. All the subconscious suspicion and fear that had gathered secretly all afternoon and fermented like a wine in her. All the little revelations and knowledges and sense that had bothered her all day and which she had logically and carefully СКАЧАТЬ