The crucifix that long ago Caine had used to crush a boy named Cookie had been propped up and fallen and propped up again. It now lay on a pile of debris. It hurt Astrid to see it there. She considered asking for volunteers to lift it again, but this was not the time. No, not the time for her to ask anything of anyone.
Edilio came in with Albert, but neither rushed to the front to stand in solidarity with her.
“If you guys will all sit down and stop trying to talk at once, we can have a town meeting,” Astrid said.
The response was loud and derisive. A wave of bitter words washed over her.
“Hey, the mall is closed, there’s no food!”
“No one brought any water down, we’re thirsty!”
“Hurt…”
“Sick…”
“Scared…”
And again and again, where is Sam? Where is Sam? Things like this happen, Sam should be around. Is he dead?
“As far as I know, Sam is fine,” Astrid said calmly.
“Yeah, and we can totally trust you, right?”
“Yes,” Astrid said without conviction. “You can trust me.”
That drew laughter and more insults.
Someone yelled, “Let her talk, she’s the only one even trying.”
“All Astrid does is lie and do nothing,” a voice shot back.
Astrid knew the voice. Howard.
“All Astrid can do is talk,” Howard said. “Blah blah blah. And most of it lies.”
The mob of kids was silent now, watching as Howard stood up slowly, stiffly, and turned to face the kids.
“Sit down, Howard,” Astrid said. Even she could hear the defeat in her tone.
“Did you write some kind of law that made you boss of everyone? Because I thought you were all about laws.”
Astrid fought the urge to walk out. Like Sam had apparently done, just leave town. No loss to anyone.
“We need to figure out how we’re going to organize and deal, Howard,” Astrid said. “People need food.”
“Got that right,” a voice said.
“How are you going to make that happen?” Howard demanded.
“Okay, well, tomorrow everyone will work their regular job,” Astrid said. “It will be bad for a couple of days, but we’ll get food and water going again. The crops are still in the fields. The fish are still in the ocean.”
That had a calming effect. Astrid could feel it. It helped to remind the kids that not everything had been lost in the fire. Yes, maybe she could reach them after all.
“Tell us about the zombie,” Howard said.
Astrid’s face and neck flushed red, betraying her guilt.
“And then maybe you can explain why you stopped Sam from taking Zil out before Zil burned down the town.”
Astrid managed a wry smile. “Don’t you lecture me, Howard. You’re a lowlife drug dealer.”
She could see that the insult hit home.
“If people want to buy things, I make sure they can,” Howard said. “Just like Albert. Anyway, I never put myself up on a pedestal and said I was some big deal. Me and Orc, we do what we do to get by. We’re not the ones being so perfect and mighty and above it all.”
“No, you’re beneath it all,” Astrid said.
Part of her knew that as long as she kept this personal between her and Howard, the others wouldn’t jump in. But that would get them nowhere. Accomplish nothing.
“You still haven’t explained anything, Astrid,” Howard said, as though reading her mind. “Forget me. I’m just me. What about a girl who was dead and isn’t dead anymore? And what about kids saying they’ve seen Drake walking the streets? You got any answers, Astrid?”
She considered bluffing. Another time, another day, she would have found a way to heap frosty scorn on Howard and shut him down. But she couldn’t seem to find that inside herself. Not now.
“You know, Howard,” Astrid began in a wry voice, “I’ve made a lot of mistakes lately and—”
“And what about the Prophetess?” a different voice broke in. “What about Orsay?”
“Mary?” Astrid couldn’t believe it. Mary Terrafino, her face red with anger, her voice crackling.
“I just talked to my brother. My brother, who never in his whole life ever lied to me,” Mary said.
She walked down the aisle of the church. The crowd parted for her. Mother Mary.
“He admitted it to me, Astrid,” Mary said. “He lied. He lied because you told him to.”
Astrid wanted to deny it. The words of denial were on the tip of her tongue. But she couldn’t make them come out.
“Mary’s right, everyone,” Howard said. “Astrid told us all to lie. About Brittney and about Orsay.”
“Orsay is a fake,” Astrid said weakly.
“Maybe,” Howard said. “But you don’t know that. None of us know that.”
“Orsay’s no fake. She told me something only I knew,” Mary said. “And she prophesied that a tribulation was coming soon.”
“Mary, that’s an old trick,” Astrid said. “This is the FAYZ: a tribulation is always coming, in case you haven’t noticed. We’re up to our necks in tribulation. She’s manipulating you.”
“Yeah, unlike you,” Howard said, his voice dripping sarcasm.
Every eye was on her. Disbelieving. Angry. Accusing. Scared.
“Orsay says we can step out on our fifteenth,” Mary said. “She told me to lay down my burden. That was what my mom said in her dream. Put down my burden.”
Edilio came in with Albert, but neither rushed to the front to stand in solidarity with her.
“If you guys will all sit down and stop trying to talk at once, we can have a town meeting,” Astrid said.
The response was loud and derisive. A wave of bitter words washed over her.
“Hey, the mall is closed, there’s no food!”
“No one brought any water down, we’re thirsty!”
“Hurt…”
“Sick…”
“Scared…”
And again and again, where is Sam? Where is Sam? Things like this happen, Sam should be around. Is he dead?
“As far as I know, Sam is fine,” Astrid said calmly.
“Yeah, and we can totally trust you, right?”
“Yes,” Astrid said without conviction. “You can trust me.”
That drew laughter and more insults.
Someone yelled, “Let her talk, she’s the only one even trying.”
“All Astrid does is lie and do nothing,” a voice shot back.
Astrid knew the voice. Howard.
“All Astrid can do is talk,” Howard said. “Blah blah blah. And most of it lies.”
The mob of kids was silent now, watching as Howard stood up slowly, stiffly, and turned to face the kids.
“Sit down, Howard,” Astrid said. Even she could hear the defeat in her tone.
“Did you write some kind of law that made you boss of everyone? Because I thought you were all about laws.”
Astrid fought the urge to walk out. Like Sam had apparently done, just leave town. No loss to anyone.
“We need to figure out how we’re going to organize and deal, Howard,” Astrid said. “People need food.”
“Got that right,” a voice said.
“How are you going to make that happen?” Howard demanded.
“Okay, well, tomorrow everyone will work their regular job,” Astrid said. “It will be bad for a couple of days, but we’ll get food and water going again. The crops are still in the fields. The fish are still in the ocean.”
That had a calming effect. Astrid could feel it. It helped to remind the kids that not everything had been lost in the fire. Yes, maybe she could reach them after all.
“Tell us about the zombie,” Howard said.
Astrid’s face and neck flushed red, betraying her guilt.
“And then maybe you can explain why you stopped Sam from taking Zil out before Zil burned down the town.”
Astrid managed a wry smile. “Don’t you lecture me, Howard. You’re a lowlife drug dealer.”
She could see that the insult hit home.
“If people want to buy things, I make sure they can,” Howard said. “Just like Albert. Anyway, I never put myself up on a pedestal and said I was some big deal. Me and Orc, we do what we do to get by. We’re not the ones being so perfect and mighty and above it all.”
“No, you’re beneath it all,” Astrid said.
Part of her knew that as long as she kept this personal between her and Howard, the others wouldn’t jump in. But that would get them nowhere. Accomplish nothing.
“You still haven’t explained anything, Astrid,” Howard said, as though reading her mind. “Forget me. I’m just me. What about a girl who was dead and isn’t dead anymore? And what about kids saying they’ve seen Drake walking the streets? You got any answers, Astrid?”
She considered bluffing. Another time, another day, she would have found a way to heap frosty scorn on Howard and shut him down. But she couldn’t seem to find that inside herself. Not now.
“You know, Howard,” Astrid began in a wry voice, “I’ve made a lot of mistakes lately and—”
“And what about the Prophetess?” a different voice broke in. “What about Orsay?”
“Mary?” Astrid couldn’t believe it. Mary Terrafino, her face red with anger, her voice crackling.
“I just talked to my brother. My brother, who never in his whole life ever lied to me,” Mary said.
She walked down the aisle of the church. The crowd parted for her. Mother Mary.
“He admitted it to me, Astrid,” Mary said. “He lied. He lied because you told him to.”
Astrid wanted to deny it. The words of denial were on the tip of her tongue. But she couldn’t make them come out.
“Mary’s right, everyone,” Howard said. “Astrid told us all to lie. About Brittney and about Orsay.”
“Orsay is a fake,” Astrid said weakly.
“Maybe,” Howard said. “But you don’t know that. None of us know that.”
“Orsay’s no fake. She told me something only I knew,” Mary said. “And she prophesied that a tribulation was coming soon.”
“Mary, that’s an old trick,” Astrid said. “This is the FAYZ: a tribulation is always coming, in case you haven’t noticed. We’re up to our necks in tribulation. She’s manipulating you.”
“Yeah, unlike you,” Howard said, his voice dripping sarcasm.
Every eye was on her. Disbelieving. Angry. Accusing. Scared.
“Orsay says we can step out on our fifteenth,” Mary said. “She told me to lay down my burden. That was what my mom said in her dream. Put down my burden.”
