Dead Hunger: The Flex Sheridan Chronicle (37 page)

“I get it, Flex.  Want me to send Gem out?”

I nodded.  “Yeah.  Please. 
Make sure Trina doesn’t leave the house, and ask Gem
to bring
the .44 Magnum with her, if you would
.”

He nodded and stood, patted me on the
shoulder
, gave it a squeeze, then began walking toward the house.

I had my
K7 with me, but whatever gun I used would be of no
use
to me anymore.  And I loved the Daewoo, so I couldn’t render it useless.  All I needed was one good, well-placed round.  The .44 would do the trick.

Hemp disappeared inside the house and I waited a moment in the fading daylight before mounting the steps
to
the lab.

*****

Gem came in a few moments later, the .44 tucked in her waistband, her Uzi in its usual position over her shoulder, held there by the new brightly colored and beaded strap she and Trina had worked on.

She put down her gun, took out the .44 and put it on one of the stainless tables, then she came to me and put her arms around my neck.  She pressed her cheek to mine and we didn’t say a word.

I realized I was shaking.  The moment had come, and there was no backing out.  I’d put if off for weeks, and some good had come out of that decision; all we’d learned, watching her progression and recording it so that we wouldn’t forget. 

I’d never watch the recordings again, but Hemp would find cause to, most likely.  Good. 
The record of J
amie’s last days
should be of some use
to humankind.  The old Jamie would have wanted to do good.  Only good.  It was who she was.

I thought of being there with her in the room when Trina was born; she knew I had no kids and wasn’t likely to, so she asked if I’d like to watch my niece come into the world.  I’d never been present during a birth, and it was the miracle of life – and one I was grateful to see.

For that reason, Trina was special to me.  I saw her just as the light of this bright world touched her for the first time, and at that moment, she touched my heart forever.  I’d never known I had enough love inside my heart for this child too, as I’d already been surprised once with Jesse.

And now, as Gem pulled away and looked into my watering eyes, I knew the time had come and I needed to say my goodbyes.

I took Gem by the hand and we walked to the back room and opened the door.  Hemp had re-secured Jamie’s head, so she could not turn it.  There were no lights on in this room, as the generator would continuously run out of fuel if we kept too many things running, so I took two candles from the nearby counter and lit them with a fireplace lighter kept with them for that purpose.

We went inside and placed one on each side of the table upon which my sister was strapped.  The light flickered back and forth, its dimness mercifully concealing much of the deterioration of my sister’s face and skin.

I moved beside her and without hesitation, rested my ha
n
d on her bare arm.  She was cold; her skin rough and dry beneath my touch.  But I slid my thumb over it just the same, and stroked her as tenderly as I could manage.

“Jamie . . .” I began.  “It’s me, Flex.  Your brother.  I’m the one who used to chase you with lizards when we were kids, who protected you when you felt threatened, and who loved you more than I believe I ever told you.
  I’m the one who you made so happy when you married Jack.  I could see the love in his eyes and in your eyes, and I longed for that.  And when you had Jesse, I fell in love with her.  She was beautiful like you, and Jamie, she’s at peace.  You’ll be with her real soon.”

My eyes welled up and I had to stop.  Gem took my other hand and held tight to me.  I was shaking, and my watering eyes had become rivers.  I was starting to sob, but I bit my lip and continued, as best I could.

“And your little Trina is just inside the house over there, my house.  And Gem is back now, and I think we’ve got what you and Jack had, Jamie.  We’ve got that kind of love, and we’re taking good care of Trina.  We plan to raise her just as you would’ve done.”

“Except we’re letting her say fuck,” Gem said, smiling.

“Yes, except we’re letting her say fuck,” I repeated, and my laugh broke my sadness.  “But she’s a smart little one, Jamie.  Like her mama.  Smart.  And beautiful, too.  So I want you to go to sleep tonight, Jamie, and I want you to take Jesse’s hand and be her mama again.  She knows so well that you never meant to harm her.”

Gem leaned forward and released my hand.  “Jamie,” she said.  “I always loved you.  I wanted to be a mommy like you someday . . . I just didn’t realize I’d be called to be a mommy to your Trina.  But Jamie, I promise you with everything in me, I’ll always talk about you as an angel in heaven, and I’ll let her know you’re looking down on her, watching after her, and making sure she’s safe.  I promise you that, Jamie.  And for that, I only want you to promise me one thing.”

And Gem’s tears began to flow in a torrent.  I didn’t think she’d be able to say the one more thing.  But she closed her eyes and put a hand on Jamie’s shoulder.

“You take good care of my little rabbit, okay?  Take good care of her, please?  And remind her how much your brother and I love her.”

And with that, we both stood back.  I went to the counter and picked up the gun. 
Gem took a thick sheet from the shelf against the wall and opened it into a quarter square, and laid it over Jamie’s face, already dim in the candle light. 

I placed the gun against her head, made sure I would hit her brain, and without hesitation, I fired once.

Then I fired again.

The echo of the .44 would stay with me forever.

The thing that had consumed my baby sister was dead.

And my Jamie was at peace.

CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN

Within fifteen seconds
of the sound of the gunshots
, the door to the lab opened, and Charlie came
in
with Hemp behind her.  I looked, and saw Trina standing just outside
at the bottom of the stairs
. 

Gem saw her too, and went to her and took her hand.  Hemp came to me and put his hands on my shoulders, facing me.

“I’m sorry, mate.  I know you loved her, and because you did, it was the right thing to do.  Now you and Gem take Trina inside, and Charlie and I will prepare her body for burial.”

I nodded.  I thought I should say thank you, but I didn’t think I could utter anything without breaking down.  As I walked by her, Charlie held her hand out and I took it briefly.  The small squeeze told me everything I needed to know and feel.  I was so glad we found her and made her a part of our little family.

I took Gem’s other hand and the three of us made our way back to the house.  I’d forgotten my gun, but in typical Gem fashion, Suzi was hanging off her shoulder at ready.

It was more than three hours before Charlie and Hemp came back in.  I didn’t realize it had been so long until they returned.  My mind was far away, and Trina had long gone to bed, leaving Gem and me in a comfortable silence – the silent thoughts of those we loved and would never see again.

“We dug the grave for a service tomorrow morning, Flex,” Hemp said.  “At the back of the yard.”

“Near the
tree line
,” Charlie added.  “It’s shady and beautiful there, so . . .”

“It’s perfect,” I said.  “Thank you both so much for doing that for her, and for us.”

They sat in the arm
chairs opposite the sofa and leaned back, the sweat still glistening
on
their skin.  It was now September in
Georgia
, and the nights were hot, too.  Digging in this weather was not an easy task.

“We’re a family,” Charlie said.  “I’ve felt it since I first arrived here at this house.  I loved the two of you immediately, but meeting Hemp and Trina just drove it all home for me.  I lost my blood family, but I’m not without.”

Gem stood and went to Charlie.  She held her arms out.

“
Get up
, you sweaty mess.  I need a hug.”

Charlie couldn’t suppress a smile, and she stood with a grunt, and put her arms around Gem’s neck, as Gem’s arms wrapped tightly around her.

“This is going to sound really stupid,” Gem said.  She pulled away, put her palms on both of Charlie’s cheeks, and said, “You’re fucking awesome, and I love you, too.”

Then she put her cheek to Charlie’s, closed her eyes, and
eventually pulled away and went back to her seat.  Charlie fell back into
her chair
smiling.

“So tomorrow, then
,” I said.
 
“
First light?”

Hemp looked at me and nodded.  “Sure.  Let’s get up early and dress in our Sunday best, for what they are.  A light breakfast, then we’ll have a service.”

I smiled.  “Tomorrow is Sunday, isn’t it?  That’s appropriate.  Jamie would’ve taken the girls to church while Jack
would’ve
played pool with his friends.  She didn’t care, though.  She told me once that he worked so hard during the week that if he wanted to play pool rather than sit in a pew, then he deserved it.  He loved her all the more for it.”

“I’m exhausted,” Gem said.  She looked at her watch.  It was 11:30.  “Flex and I didn’t even think about food tonight, so we’ll look forward to that breakfast, light or
heavy
.”

She held out her hand, and I groaned myself to my feet.  “Night, guys.  Thanks again.  Love you both.”

They both waved at me, and I
let Gem pull me toward our
bed.

Then she stopped short, pulled me back in the living room, grabbed Suzi, and proceeded back toward the bedroom, me in tow.

“I’m slipping.  Getting too comfortable,” she said.

As Gem and I lay in bed, my arm over her shoulder and
our bodies tucked together
, I said, “I never thought much about that Springsteen song,
Atlantic City
.  But there’s a repeating verse that I can’t get out of my head.”

“What’s that, baby?”

“Now, baby, everything dies, honey, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back...”

“Th
at is eerie. 
I don’t think I like that song anymore,” Gem said.

Her breathing grew long and steady, and within a minute, I knew she was asleep.
 
And I was right behind her.

*****

The next morning we all got up and did what we said we’d do.  It was Sunday,
so we put on our cleanest, if not our best clothes – it was time to do laundry, and we all hated it – and went in for breakfast.   Hemp had learned to make bread sometime or other, and during the big bread machine
craze
I actually bought one, along with all the mixes needed.

Hemp put it to work and we had some nice bread, sliced just right.  Charlie made some cinnamon toast with light butter, and coffee all around.  It was perfect.  But the hard part was about to happen, and I
watched
Trina gobble down her last piece of toast before clearing my throat.

“Trina, we have to talk to you about something.”

“Are we not gonna be able to say fuck
anymore?” she said, indignantly.

Gem shook her head.  “That’s not it, baby.  You can still say it.  It’s about your mommy and big sister.”

“Jesse?  Mommy?  Are they back?”

“No, they’re not, Trini,” I said.  “There was . . . well, you know some of what’s going on?  How we carry guns around and we watch for bad people?”

“Yes.  And always to listen to the adults when they tell me to do something because it’s different now.”

“Well,” I said.  “you always listened really good.  But what I have to tell you is hard, because I love your mommy and Jesse, too.”

I looked at Gem, and my words were stuck in my throat.  She took my hand beneath the table and squeezed.

“Trina, your mommy and sister have gone to Heaven.  They’ve become angels now, and they’re watching over all of us now.”

Trina stared at me, her eyes excited at first at the thought, but then her brow furrowed, and her little eyes wrinkled as much as little eyes can.

“They . . . died?”

Hearing the words come out of her lips caught me off guard.  I hadn’t been able to use the ‘dead’ or ‘death’ or ‘died’ words.  But she had.

I nodded.  “That’s right, Trini.  So you won’t see them anymore – not in the physical sense, anyway.  But whenever you see something that makes you smile or laugh, you’ll know that they’re smiling and laughing, too.  That’s how it works.  They feel your joy, and it gives them joy, too.”