Skellig

Chapter 16

JUST BEFORE DAWN, NEXT MORNING.

I shined the flashlight on his white face.

“You again,” he squeaked.

“More 27 and 53,” I said.

“Food of the gods,” he said.

I squeezed through the tea chests to his side, held the tray for him, and he hooked the food out with his finger. He slurped and licked and chewed.

“Nectar,” he whispered.

“How do you know about 27 and 53?” I said.

“Ernie’s favorite. Used to hear him on the phone. 27 and 53, he used to say. Bring it round. Bring it quick.”

“You were in the house?”

“In the garden. Used to watch him through the windows. Used to listen to him. He was never very well. Couldn’t eat it all. Used to find his leavings in the bin next morning. 27 and 53. Sweetest of nectars. Lovely change from spiders and mice.”

“Did he see you? Did he know you were there?”

“Never could tell. Used to look at me, but look right through me like I wasn’t there. Miserable old toot. Maybe thought I was a figment.”

He dropped a long sticky string of pork and bean sprouts onto his pale tongue.

He looked at me with his veiny eyes.

“You think I’m a figment?”

“Don’t know what you are.”

“That’s all right, then.”

“Are you dead?”

“Ha!”

“Are you?”

“Yes. The dead are often known to eat 27 and 53 and to suffer from Arthur Itis.”

“You need more aspirin?”

“Not yet.”

“Anything else?”

“27 and 53.”

He ran his finger around the tray and caught the final globs of sauce. He licked his pale lips with his pale tongue.

“The baby’s in the hospital,” I said.

“Some brown,” he said.

“Brown?”

“Brown ale. Something else Ernie used to have. Something else he couldn’t finish. Eyes bigger than his belly. Something else I used to dig out of the bin, long as the bottle hadn’t tipped over and spilled everything.”

“Okay,” I said.

“Brown ale. Sweetest of nectars.”

He belched, retched, leaned forward. I shined the light onto the great bulges on his back, beneath his jacket.

“There’s someone I’d like to bring to see you,” I said when he’d settled.

“Someone to tell you I’m really here?”

“She’s nice.”

“No.”

“She’s clever.”

“Nobody.”

“She’ll know how to help you.”

“Ha!”

He laughed but he didn’t smile.

I didn’t know why, but I started to tremble again.

He clicked his tongue and his breath rattled and sighed.

“I don’t know what to do,” I said. “The garage is going to bloody collapse. You’re ill with bloody arthritis. You don’t eat properly. I wake up and think of you and there’s other things I need to think about. The baby’s ill and we hope she won’t die but she might. She really might.”

He tapped his fingers on the garage floor, ran his fingers through the furry balls that lay there.

“She’s nice,” I told him. “She’ll tell nobody else. She’s clever. She’ll know how to help you.”

He shook his head.

“Damn kids,” he said.

“She’s called Mina,” I said.

“Bring the street,” he said. “Bring the whole damn town.”

“Just Mina. And me.”

“Kids.”

“What should I call you?”

“Eh?”

“What should I tell her you’re called?”

“Nobody. Mr. Nobody. Mr. Bones and Mr. Had Enough and Mr. Arthur Itis. Now get out and leave me alone.”

“Okay,” I said.

I stood up and started to back out between the tea chests.

I hesitated.

“Will you think about the baby?” I said.

“Eh?”

“Will you think about her in the hospital? Will you think about her getting better?”

He clicked his tongue.

“Please,” I said.

“Yes. Blinking yes.”

I moved toward the door.

“Yes,” I heard him say again. “Yes, I will.”

Outside, night had almost given way to day. The blackbird was on the garage roof, belting out its song. Black and pink and blue were mingling in the sky. I picked the cobwebs and bluebottles off myself. I heard the hooting as I turned back toward the house.

Hoot. Hoot hoot hoot.

I looked into the sky over the gardens and saw the owls heading homeward on great silent wings. I put my hands together and blew into the gap between my thumbs.

Hoot. Hoot hoot hoot.

Then I seemed to see a face, round and pale inside the darkness of an upstairs window in Mina’s house. I put my hands together again.

Hoot. Hoot hoot hoot.

Something answered.

Hoot. Hoot hoot hoot.