Closer To Heaven - Patrick Sean Lee (rosie project .txt) š
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Just as I expected, the grownup man came down from upstairs. What I didnāt expect, though, was that Munster would come with him! There was a teeney crack between the doors, and I wanted to scoot around somehow and look out into the kitchen where they were, but there was no room to move my head that way, so I just listened as hard as I could. Munster wasnāt screaming or crying. There was a buzzing, whirling noise, and I heard the grownup man say, āSheās here? I thought I heard a scream, butā¦Francis, you heard it too, right?ā
āYup. And I aināt gonnaā tell you again. My nameās Munster, like in Gangstuh,ā is what Munster said back to him.
āYes, yes. Iām sorry. I forgot.ā
The cloud said something then in that funny voice, although I couldnāt understand what it was because it was all windy-sounding. It reminded me, too, of sour notes on a piano. The grownup man answered right after that.
āThe little girl would be hiding, thenā¦ā
āAmelia,ā Munster said kind of angrily.
āYes, Amelia. Francis, youā¦ā
āMunster!ā
āMunster, you look in the living room. Iāll scour the bedroom and bath.ā
I heard feet shuffling, and Munster calling out from his living room, āAmelia! Where are you? Itās okay, come out. We wannaā help you!ā
The cloud thing didnāt move, though. I could hear the windy, soury noise, not the buzzy, whirling voiceāthis was just very low, but I still heard itāand I could see the gray still in the kitchen through the crack in the doors. I didnāt trust Munster, now. I didnāt know what that cloud, or any of the other ones, wanted. They had killed everyone almost, and even though it was true they didnāt kill Lashawna, maybe they just tried and it didnāt work. Maybe the man had captured Munster and brainwashed him, and now my friend was a zombie, and if I opened those doors, I would either be killed or turned into a zombie, too. The nice cloud-lady was only in my dreams. The real ones werenāt like her at all. Lashawna got well because of all the candles Iād lit at Saint Thereseās altar. I closed my eyes and prayed.
I lay there all curled up, and my legs hurt. So did my arms. I waited and waited, wondering when one of them would think to check the cabinet I was in, but they didnāt, and that meant my prayers had been answered. I donāt know how long I stayed like that, all bunched up. I didnāt have a watch or a clock or a sundial like Daddyās, but the cloud left, finally, and I knew this because the light in the room came back.
Munster and the man were in the living room talking. They stayed there for a while, and then everything was quiet again later on. I waited some more, and then some more after that just to be sure I was safe. My legs hurt so bad, and so finally I opened the doors very quietly and had to fall out onto my tummy because I was all stiff and cramped and sore. I groaned when I got to my feet, but not too loud. Munster and the grownup were still in the house somewhere. Probably upstairs, wondering where Iād escaped to.
I tiptoed to the doorway leading to the dining room and peeked in. No one was there. I looked very carefully, then I went across it and had to be more careful because there was an empty can on the carpet by the big table and I didnāt want to step on it or kick it. The living room was empty, just like the dining room, except for a sofa and a chair with red and purple upholsteries and a TV on a stand and some pictures still on the wall and a coffee table like our old one at my house with some magazines spread out on the top. There was a half-empty bottle of water on the table, too, and another one that was all empty because it was lying on its side. Seeing the bottles made me thirsty, and I thought I could sneak over and drink from the one with some water still in it, but then I thought that would not be a good idea because of germs. Who knows, the grownup could have poisoned Munster by putting something in that bottle that made him go crazy. If I drank some of it I might go crazy too. I turned and went across the room to the hallway by the front door and the stairs. Suddenly I heard the grownup say something to Munster. They were upstairs in Munsterās bedroom, and I heard footsteps. I ran back down the hall and hid in the bedroom. The stairs creaked as they came down.
āIāll only be gone for an hour or so, Francis. Get something to eat if Iām not home by dark. That girl is out there somewhere. She has to be found.ā
āIāll go with you, Bax. You can drive, and I donāt wannaā stay here by myself.ā
āNo. And itās Mr. Baxter. Try to remember that.ā
The front door opened and then closed. Munster cussed. I canāt repeat what he cussed, but he said something else after that.
āI aināt stayinā here Mr. Ass. Iāll go look for her by myself.ā
He must have been waiting until Mr. Baxter drove the flame car away because I didnāt hear him move, and I would have if he had gone back upstairs or opened the door again. Now was the time. I ran from my hiding place behind the door and called out.
āMunster! Iām right here! What happened?ā
He turned.
Zombies donāt move very fast. I knew that because Iād seen them in movies on TV, so if he was one of them I thought I could run very fast back out the kitchen door and get away. Munster ran toward me very fast, and I prayed he wasnāt a zombie that could run. He was smiling, though, and so I knew he wasnāt a dead person because they never smile.
āAmelia! Where in hell were you hidinā? We looked everywhere!ā he said, and he looked fine. His eyes were wide open, and his shaggy hair was all messy.
āDonāt CUSS, Munster! I told you that before you disappeared. You didnāt look under the sink in the kitchen, did you? Who is that man? Were you talking to that cloud? Theyāre evil, Munster. What did that man do to you? Are you okay?ā That was too many questions, but thatās what I said. He laughed at me, but I wasnāt mad because of it. He looked fine, and I was so glad to see him, even if he cussed.
Munster answered me. āSlow down. Bax is cool. He werenāt no murderer at all, and so I didnāt shoot him. He was just real sick. I talked to him for a while in the store, and then got him up on his feet anā took him home after. Whyād you run away?ā
āI was scared because you didnāt come out. Thatās why I ran.ā
āWhere you been all this time?ā
āIāve beenā¦ā I stopped and thought about that question. Maybe Munster was okay, not a zombie that just looked fine, but he was here with that grownup, and they were talking to that cloud. Those things killed my parents, and Jerrickās and Lashawnaās, and Muntserās, even. They were bad. The clouds didnāt know where we lived anymore, and if I told Munsterā¦? Still, I had to say something.
āI found two friends. Iāve been with them.ā
He looked at me funny, like he had a big question mark in his head. āWhere?ā
So, now I was stuck. He wouldnāt let me go unless I told him, I thought. But if I did tell him, and if he and the grownup were bad like the clouds, theyād all come after us like that cloud did a little while ago when it chased me into the kitchen.
āI donāt want to tell you, Munster.ā
āWhy?ā
Once, a long time ago, me and Debra Sassone had a secret. She stoled a Milky Way from Albertsonās when she and I went there after school one afternoon. I didnāt have any money that day, and neither did she, and we were both hungry for a candy bar. She took it, and we ate it outside by the place they kept the shopping baskets. Afterward, when I went home, I felt bad. I wanted to tell Mommy, but I was afraid, because she would punish me and then make me go back to the store and tell the manager what Iād done. Or what Debra had done. Debra wasnāt my best friend, but we were friends.
At school the next day I was sitting at the picnic table by the playground with Diane Fairmore, who was my best friend. I told her, and I felt a lot better. Diane Fairmore was very surprised, and her mouth opened wide after I told her. I asked her not to tell anyone, and she promised she wouldnāt. She did though, because, I think, she didnāt like Debra at all.
Mommy told me a long time later that she was not angry with me anymore, and that Diane Fairmoreās mother had called her the day after I told Diane what weād done. Thatās how my mother found out. She was angry for what Debra and I had done, because it was wrong and it was a sin, but she was angrier that I hadnāt come to her and told her.
Me and my friend did have to go back to the store and tell the manager that Debra Sassone had stolen a candy bar after all. We didnāt get thrown in jail, but Debra hated me after that, and I hated Diane Fairmore for a whole year.
So, Iād thought Diane Fairmore was my best friend, like Munster sort of was now, but she really wasnāt. If I told Munster where we lived, he would tell Mr. Baxter, and Mr. Baxter would tell the clouds, and then bring them with him.
āBecauseā¦I donāt want that man, Mr. Baxter, to know.ā Thatās all I could think of to say.
āHuh? I donāt get it. Bax is our friend, Amelia. Why donāt you want him to know? Heās got this thing all figured out, and heāll help us!ā
āBecause he was talking to that cloud in the kitchenā¦and so were you!ā
Munster took a step backward, and his face got that āOh-My-God!ā look on it. He came back to where heād been standing a second ago and grabbed my hands, which made me very nervous, but he was smiling.
āYou got it all wrong, Amelia. I canāt understand them cloudsā¦I guess he can, but I canāt. Cāmere,ā he said, and he pulled me into the living room and told me to sit down beside him on the couch. āThis is what happened.ā
Munster told me how heād gone back into the mini-mart. Mr. Baxter was still lying on the floor behind that big shelf, and so Munster went around it and pointed his gun at him.
āI was gonnaā shoot him, anā I wouldaā except he asked me not to, that he was sick anā was probāly gonnaā die anyway. I could see he was real sick ācuz he was layinā on his side, anā he was reachinā up at me with his fingers. But I knew he couldnāt move to get up.ā
āAnd so you helped him?ā
āWell, yeah.ā
āMunster! I donāt trust him, and I donāt trust the clouds. Donāt you see? He wasnāt really
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