Amelia Gray - Threats

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David’s wife is dead. At least, he thinks she’s dead. But he can’t figure out what killed her or why she had to die, and his efforts to sort out what’s happened have been interrupted by his discovery of a series of elaborate and escalating threats hidden in strange places around his home — one buried in the sugar bag, another carved into the side of his television. These disturbing threats may be the best clues to his wife’s death:
CURL UP ON MY LAP. LET ME BRUSH YOUR HAIR WITH MY FINGERS. I AM SINGING YOU A LULLABY. I AM TESTING FOR STRUCTURAL WEAKNESS IN YOUR SKULL.
Detective Chico is also on the case, and is intent on asking David questions he doesn’t know the answers to and introducing him to people who don’t appear to have David’s or his wife’s best interests in mind. With no one to trust, David is forced to rely on his own memories and faculties — but they too are proving unreliable.
In
, Amelia Gray builds a world that is bizarre yet familiar, violent yet tender. It is an electrifying story of love and loss that grabs you on the first page and never loosens its grip.

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30

WEEKS PASSED. David ate all of the unspoiled perishable foods in the refrigerator and moved on to the pantry, where he found pasta, beans, and a collection of cans of sodium-rich broth, which he heated daily on the stove for his lunch.

The threat that had been placed in a sandwich bag rested in the sun on the kitchen table, in case Chico felt it necessary to come back and have a look. The rest of the threats were collected in the silverware drawer. That afternoon, David had found another to add to the collection. It had been in the pantry, wrapped around a package of spaghetti and secured with a rubber band.

I WILL GATHER YOUR OLDEST FRIENDS AT MY HOME AND WE WILL HAVE A CONVERSATION. YOU WILL HEAR US TALKING BUT WHEN YOU COME INTO THE ROOM WE WILL STOP TALKING.

David thought about the two boys who had lived down the road. He imagined them sitting there as adults in the living room. Samson would be squeezed into the too-small recliner in the corner of the room, while the other one would sit where David was now, on the couch. He thought of them talking and tried to picture who stood in the center of the room.

He read the threat again and drank his mug of broth until his tongue swelled. He thought of his oldest friends standing with him in someone’s father’s shed during the time of year when moisture made every surface soft and wooden surfaces a sponge, the three of them sinking into the plywood floor, barely buoyed up by some miracle tension of pulped material. One of them managed to set things on fire despite the high humidity, mostly leaves and sticks and sheets of notebook paper gone so soft in the weather they were like cotton cloth against his matches. Once, the starter of fires lit up the tip of his shoe and danced it back and forth. The other boys laughed before they realized what was happening and then they laughed in a different way, scrambling away, leaving the poor kid to cry and stomp his smoking feet.

Something had to be done. David realized that if he didn’t take active steps, it was possible that the threats would continue. He imagined it wouldn’t be out of the question to write a letter to his old friends. The letters could be the same beyond their greeting, but David would write them in longhand so that they might feel personalized even though they were identical. It seemed more likely that he would receive a response that way.

It was important to receive a response. If the threats were meant for him, as it seemed they were, it was possible that his friends might know something. Perhaps they had actually had a conversation. David felt good to be considering the possibility of taking active steps.

He dressed without showering, took the newspaper into the living room, and started on the crossword puzzle. The puzzle had a few squares filled out already and he examined the completed squares, frowning, before remembering Dr. Walls sitting at the table. She had figured out the upper-right across and a few three-letter answers scattered throughout, but the puzzle was otherwise blank. David didn’t appreciate the kind of person who would answer the simplest questions without considering the whole of the problem. He put the puzzle aside.

The package from the local funeral home made an unattractive centerpiece on the coffee table. It weighed down the permanent display of magazines published with the goal of helping their readership learn about celebrities. It was hard not to see the package, even when it was fully behind his head as he reached toward the bag of Apollonia medals on the highest bookshelf.

There were thirty or forty medals. He usually found more than one a year. When he started leaving the house less and less, Franny showed him how to buy his medals online, and they arrived in sealed bubble wrap containers that lay flat on the kitchen table and gave David no pleasure. Even when Franny threaded one of her best ribbons through it, a red ribbon with velvet on both sides of the fabric, designed to give the wearer the pleasure of velvet at any time, he felt strange admiring it.

He spread his thirty or forty medals out on the table before him. The most expensive was a golden charm with a very clear marking, but he couldn’t tell silver from tin, plated gold from solid. The funeral-home package sat at the edge of his eye. He looked up from the medals and his eyes rested on the package.

Whenever she saw smoke on the horizon, Franny took her keys off their peg by the door. Farmers in the country rid themselves of their brush in the colder months by burning it. The fires sent up plumes that could be seen for miles. Franny might vanish for entire afternoons and return smelling like a campfire. She changed the subject when he asked her where she had been. She started coming home with vegetables she had bought from produce stands along the way. She showed him peas and squash and carrots when he asked why she was missing a shoe. She would roast the vegetables for his dinner and serve them to him in a white bowl. While he ate, she went upstairs to take a shower. Autumn leaves always made him remember the smell of carrots roasting in oil.

David thought of the autumn leaves while observing the Styrofoam container on the coffee table. The shades were drawn over the windows, but he could still hear the noise of people outside. He couldn’t tell which of the Apollonia charms was the golden one, as some were gold-filled and others gold-colored and they all looked to be about the same level of quality to David. He picked a silver medal out because he recognized the ribbon from one of Franny’s spools. He hung the medal around his neck.

It seemed wrong to put the medals back on the shelf, so he arranged them on the package from the funeral home. It was an attractive memorial. He folded his newspaper, put it in the bag, and threw it into the basement. The bag made a soft sound when it landed at the base of the stairs.

31

Dear ___,

I hope that you and your family are doing well. It has been a long winter at our house on the hill, and we’ve been dealing with some issues with the doorknobs in the house. It’s nothing a few months won’t fix. I know you understand the perils of homeownership.

My apologies that this letter comes too late to be a true Christmas card. I know you appreciate the mystery and tradition of the Christmas season. If I found myself with more daylight, I would be out taking down the lights. Fortunately, there was not enough daylight, so I didn’t put any up. I know you understand the perils of light.

I do indeed have a reason for writing you today: I wonder if you’ve had any occasion within the past five years to speak with another person about me. This could be any other person — my wife, a police officer, a mutual friend — and the exact details of the conversation are not important. The conversation itself is the most important.

If I have your most recent address, you still live in town. I contacted our mutual friend ___; he has responded and is eager to meet with me on the subject. If you would care to join our meeting, please make arrangements to meet at my home on Monday, ___. If you can attend this meeting, I will compensate you five hundred dollars for your trouble.

I look forward to sharing an honest afternoon with my most trusted friends.

Sincerely,

David

32

THE ACT OF CHECKING THE MAIL lost some charm once records were updated and mail stopped arriving with Franny’s name on it. Also, it was more difficult in the snow.

It had been a warmer winter, which meant more snow than usual. It was a long forty feet to the mailbox without a shoveled path. The drifts were deep enough to reach halfway up David’s knee, soaking into his slippers and up the lower leg of his pajama pants, his robe trailing regally behind. The snow shocked his skin, invading all layers, cupping his heels. He felt that he had made the last of his intelligent cold-weather clothing decisions many years before, or in a previous life.

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