Морган Лливелин - Drop by Drop

Jack Reece had never turned his back on an invitation before.

He was surprised at himself.

Lila Ragland was not troubled by the problem with tires. She hitched a ride with a truck driver making deliveries from Sycamore River to Benning, and told him to leave her at the foot of Edgar Tilbury’s road. The demand was not what he had expected. The trucker had been given the impression that he would be rewarded with sexual favors at the end of the trip. When he reminded her of this she gave him a look that chilled the man to his marrow.

“I would sooner slit your throat,” said Lila.

He could not open the door of the truck cab fast enough.

The red flag was up on the mailbox. Lila capriciously flipped it down before she entered the lane. The fields on either side of the fence contained nothing but grass. She might have been miles from any other human being.

She stopped long enough to run a comb through her hair and lick her lips. She did not plan to use feminine wiles on Tilbury; the gesture was automatic. No matter what façade she presented to the world she had her pride.

Pride had sustained Lila when nothing else did.

When she knocked on the front door Edgar Tilbury opened it at once.

“The bad penny’s back, Edgar.”

He squinted at her from beneath tangled brows. “Not a bad penny; maybe a tarnished silver dollar. I got your letter with your address, I was planning to come into town for you. You know what’s been going on?”

“People are getting very tense. It’s happening everywhere, I imagine. Fistfights are breaking out for no reason, even in the middle of town in the middle of the day. People expect something awful’s going to happen and they’re keyed up for it.”

“That’s a pretty accurate assessment,” he affirmed. “Come on in and we’ll talk. You bring anything with you? Any luggage?”

“I’ve only got my essentials in my handbag, I didn’t expect to stay. I just wanted to see if we could do anything with my AllCom.”

“There’s an old Chinese saying, Lila: Save someone’s life and you’re obligated to care for them forever.”

“You didn’t save my life,” she pointed out. “I dragged myself out of the river.”

“The money you took was a lifesaver at the time, wasn’t it?”

“Point taken.”

“Well, you’re here now. Maybe you’d like to see the extension I told you about. Come on out with me.”

He led the way to the barn on the edge of the hill. The size of the building was out of proportion to the house. It was more like the huge barns common to New England or Pennsylvania Dutch country. Tilbury did not slide open the heavy main door that accommodated carriages and hay trucks, but opened the small one to the side. A rush of chilly air welcomed them when they went in.

“You know much about the First World War?” he asked.

“Only what they taught us in school.”

“You learn the really important things on your own, Lila, but you already know that. What I’m about to show you was taken from the plans of the world’s leading authorities on building underground. During that war the Germans constructed an elaborate system of tunnels below the surface while the allied forces were floundering around in flooded trenches aboveground. The German troops had more than safety; they had comfort. Light, heat, ventilation, sanitation and good food. I spent months studying the blueprints the Allies discovered after the war. The Great War. The War to End All Wars. Ha!

“That war’s principal contribution to mankind wasn’t peace, it was military mechanization on a grand scale. And the genius of the tunnels. I can’t find fault with mechanization because it made it possible for me to build my own version of them; never could have done it with a pick and shovel. Not that I needed muscle power; everything was purchased, even the silence of the contractors. You said it yourself; people will let you do anything if you have enough money. I was grieving and I was lonely and I wanted something to keep me occupied. Not just building carriages, but a real big project.”

Lila gazed at the hay-strewn floor of the barn. “Do you mean that’s here ? Is this your ‘hole in the ground’?”

“No place better. Who’s going to suspect anything underneath this barn? Originally my tunnels were fitted out with their own power system and two large generators, but the Change is playing havoc with so much, I don’t trust them. The German tunnel builders allowed for every contingency and I’m going to do what they did: provide myself with alternate sources of light and heat.”

“You’re amazing.”

“What I am is too old to be taken in by flattery. I’m not amazing, I just use my head. When I was looking for land to buy I learned this acreage has an unusually deep artesian well, and that decided me. The water tests almost one hundred percent pure. The tunnel nearest the house goes straight to the well, so fresh water is available all the time. The most distant tunnel has little chambers based on the ‘sleeping pods’ in Japanese hotels, and eventually leads to the garderobe.”

“Which is?”

“Was. The toilet in a medieval castle. They worked on gravity, one natural law you can’t break. Behind the barn the land falls away sharply before rising to the next hill. The toilet is positioned over a slanting hole that empties into a fast-flowing stream between the two hills. The whole setup’s too far away to pollute my well or any of my neighbors’.”

“Very clever, if not original.”

“You want original? I’ve adapted the ventilation system prairie dogs use in the Nevada desert. Outside the barn are above-ground apertures concealed in dead trees, behind bushes and so forth. They’re set at different heights so fresh air blowing over the higher ones forces stale air out of the lower ones.”

“I’m a survivor and I’ve heard of survivalists, but you’re the real thing, Edgar. Aren’t you afraid I might give away your secret?”

He picked up a wisp of hay from the floor and tucked it in the corner of his mouth. “You want to know the most important difference between dogs and cats? Dogs are pack animals, they do what their leader does. Most cats act in their own self-interest, which is why they’ll still be around when this is over—if it ever is. I think you’re part cat, Lila.

“Since the Change struck it’s obvious to me that we’re in an apocalyptic scenario. Mankind’s been teetering on the edge of another global war for years, revving up for it like lemmings getting ready to jump off a cliff. Now they have their excuse to go crazy. If you don’t want to go with them, your best bet is to stick with me.”

“Are you serious?”

“I am.”

“Why me?”

“I’ve been asking myself the same question and I don’t have an answer. Maybe I see something of me in you. Maybe I just don’t want to die alone.”

“Like I almost did in the river,” she said in a whisper.

“Something like that, yeah.”

At his request she helped him transfer some supplies from the house to the tunnels and store them away. “Might as well do it now,” he said, “since I have help. I do have help, don’t I?”

“It looks like it. What you said about global war, Edgar—do you think it’s imminent?”

“I doubt it. We’ve got enough nuclear bombs and intercontinental missiles to blast us all to eternity, but—and the defense department will never admit this—the Change is destroying vital parts needed to operate them. It’s bound to be happening in other countries too.”

“I never thought I’d be glad for the Change.”

“It’s only a temporary reprieve, Lila; that’s why we’re putting this stuff in the tunnels. Sooner or later the munitions manufacturers will come up with satisfactory substitutes. They have too much at stake not to. Then… boom.”