Regan Wolfrom - Coyote

I wanted it finished today.

So I got back to work on the hole, with Matt hovering around me with a shovel; every few minutes he’d give digging another chance before making a grunting noise and telling me yet again that the ground’s just too cold to dig.

Lisa was in the barn running the insulated wire along the inside wall, and I can’t say I wasn’t jealous of how much quieter it was in there.

After three hours or so the trench was finished up to the door of the barn, and I helped Lisa with the wiring, bringing it out the barn and along the trench to the generator shed at the edge of the field.

Once the generator was connected, we brought the hose over and filled the inlet for the exhaust pipe. Nothing so far has felt as strange to me as using a garden hose to kickstart a solar power plant. With the water in place, assuming we had put enough in but not too much, we pulled the tarps off of both mirror fields and powered on the tracking system with the propane generator. The three of us stood back and watched.

“What should we see?” Matt asked.

“You can see it now with the heliostats,” I said, pointing at the hundreds of tiny bristles on the mirror sheets as they spun around to meet the sun. “They follow the sunlight.”

“I know that. But what about the turbine? Should we see some steam coming out somewhere?”

“Tell me, Matt,” Lisa said, “if the steam came out of the turbine, what would happen to all of the water?”

Matt looked to be thinking that over for a moment. “Shit,” he said. “Just ignore me.”

“Wish I could,” I said with a smirk.

Now that we knew the heliostats were moving into place, we went into the shed to check the displays.

“I don’t know what any of this means,” I said as I stared at the numbers on the various displays.

“It’s working,” Lisa said. “We can check the batteries for charge. That will give us numbers we’re used to.”

We continued on to the barn, where we could see from the large and friendly LCD panel that the battery bank was charging, a large three percent taking up half the screen, above more numbers and letters that I didn’t fully understand. I find there’s something a little mind-bending about kilowatt hours.

“Three percent?” Matt said. “That sucker is charging up pretty quick.”

“Up from around 2.7,” Lisa said. “Usually batteries don’t drain completely.”

“Either way,” I said, “it looks like we’ve got it working.”

I offered my hand to Lisa, who gave it a brief and over-hard shake. Matt stuck his out, too, and Lisa and I both took it in turn.

“Great work, guys,” Matt said. “I think Ant would be proud.”

“We’ll have to smoke a joint for him,” Lisa said.

I grinned. “I’ll bet ghost Ant is probably haunting his stash.”

Lisa shook her head. “Not your best joke, Baptiste.”

“Yeah… you’re just not that funny,” Matt said.

“And you’re not that smart,” I said. “But I don’t hold it against you.”

From what I could tell he thought I was kidding; that was probably for the best.

“Don’t worry, Matt,” Lisa said. “It’s your good looks I hold against you. The stupid kind of makes up for that.”

Matt flashed an insincere smile and skulked away. If I’d known it was that easy to lose him I would’ve started the day off with a few choice insults.

“I don’t know what we’ll do if something goes wrong with this thing,” I said. “Once we start relying on it…”

“Graham knows his stuff,” Lisa said. “And for everything he’s not sure about we can fake it ’til we make it. And switch back if things go to shit.”

“I hope it doesn’t come to that.”

Lisa gave me a smile, or as close to one of those as she ever gives. “Shit comes weekly around here,” she said. She gave me a quick pat on the shoulder and left the barn.

It’s fleeting moments like that that make me think Lisa might actually think of me as a friend and not just someone she’s stuck with. That’s assuming, of course, that Lisa believes in having friends; I doubt even she knows for sure.

Tonight I stumbled onto people having sex.

I’d noticed that the door to the side veranda was open slightly even though we’d already closed it off for the winter. I walked over to close it and I saw two naked bodies on the old lounge chair with the white and yellow flowers. Fiona’s stained-glass loon dangled just above, and I’m sure she wouldn’t have been pleased by what that little bird was seeing.

I wasn’t trying to look but I’m sure I was staring. The whole world has seen Kayla naked before, but Lisa was new to me.

“What the hell?” Lisa said when she saw me, pulling a ratty quilt over her breasts. “You’re a fucking pervert!”

“Don’t you have bedrooms for this kind of thing?” I said, pretending I was annoyed and not at all turned on. “It’s a little cold in here to be naked, isn’t it?”

“There’s no privacy upstairs,” Kayla said, standing up from the lounge chair and making no attempt to cover herself. She’s one of those girls who’s athletic without being too bony, always soft despite the tone. I’d seen her dance once, before the fires and before anyone knew who I was; I almost got up the nerve to talk to her… almost.

I talk to her every day now. I still can’t help but want her.

“You should have knocked,” Lisa said. She already sounded less pissed.

“It’s called ‘sock on the door’,” I said.

Kayla laughed. “I’ll remember that. Can you give us a little privacy now, please?”

“You’re not going to tell…” Lisa said. She’d moved on to being more worried than angry, and I almost felt bad for her.

“I’m not getting involved,” I said.

“Thanks.”

I nodded and turned away, closing the door. I made sure to lock it, too, using the little hook up top just in case one of the girls remembered to bring their key.

Then I gave them their privacy.

Luckily they had most of their clothes with them, so they didn’t look all that chilled as they ran out and around to the front door of the cottage, barefoot in the December frost.

Today is Tuesday, December 11th.

Matt and I spent the afternoon in New Post helping to build a house. We call it helping but I think we sometimes get in the way, since the people we’re working with have years of experience with that kind of thing. But they seem to appreciate the help, and I want to build up our relationship; it’s not good to have neighbours you don’t feel you can trust.

I asked around about how things were going, hoping that someone would mention something about that boy we’d found on the other side of the river. But I couldn’t just ask outright, so I didn’t get an answer. All I knew was that everyone there looked worried. That doesn’t really tell me anything.

I know they’re probably running low on food these days considering how many mouths they’ve got to feed.

Matt’s like a movie star to the young women at New Post, and I’ve noticed that more of them are on the job site on the days I bring him with me. I’m pretty sure he could take his pick of the girls there if he wanted to, but for whatever reason he hasn’t made his move. I think that he’s so used to Kayla’s take-no-prisoners flirting that he doesn’t even realize when other girls like him; if a girl’s not grabbing his ass or calling him her “sexy boy toy” he thinks she’s frigid.