Behind the Moon. Madison Smartt Bell
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Did you know? She was thinking. Did you know this whole sick program all along? She remembered the math problem about the tents, but that seemed foolishly remote now, like some concern she might have had as a little girl. Because if you knew they were planning to dose us, then how could you not know all the rest?
She hugged herself tighter through the vinyl, crumpling slightly over the dizzy swirl in her belly that this thinking gave her, wishing the jacket were armor so she could disappear completely inside of it. And after all it was totally too awful to think that Jamal could have been in on the whole thing from the start, with Marko, with Sonny. And what had Karyn known that Julie didn’t?? —no, she couldn’t, wouldn’t believe that.
There had to be another way to tell herself the story. Jamal would tell it to her another way. Marko was out of sight now, somewhere under the edge of the ledge she was standing on, so he must be climbing, and she could see that Sonny had left Karyn, who stood wrapped in the blanket in front of the tent, perhaps still whimpering; from the angle of her elbow Julie thought she might have covered her mouth with one hand.
Sonny and Marko would both be coming after them now. After her. She thought of following the ledges around to the place where they had watched the hawk feeding, where the stone hills rolled to the horizon. Somewhere back there was the ribbon of road where they’d seen the car pass in the sunset, but it might be miles and miles away.
Jamal’s slender hands appeared on the ledge, and with a long smooth movement he pulled himself up.
Julie . . .
What! She turned from him, toward the distant moon.
Look . . . He floated one hand in her direction, as if he wanted to come nearer, but he didn’t. I didn’t—all I—when I saw that bottle I had a thought. And when I saw the camera—even then I thought well, if—I thought I could just take you a—
And she still couldn’t tell if these scraps of words were spoken, or if it was just the pressure of a thought trying to fumble its way across the rift that had been opened by what had happened. What was happening still. Certainly his voice was much louder, clearer, when now he turned around quick as a cat and shouted down to Marko, “Don’t try to come up here.”
Jamal kicked a couple of loose stones over the ledge, and Marko shouted, not even a curse, and she heard him next in a lower tone, “Listen to me you little shit—she can’t just come in and go out like that. Once you’re in, you’re in.”
When Marko’s hand came over the ledge, Jamal stomped it with his boot-heel and the hand jerked away, but then Marko’s head and shoulders rose over the rim. Jamal kicked him in the face, but Marko snatched his support leg, and Jamal fell over backwards, landing hard. As Marko came up onto the ledge Jamal got up quickly, and he booted the sack of cans he’d collected to tangle Marko’s feet, and Marko did stumble—“You little shit!” he cried. His nose was bleeding where Jamal had kicked him, but he didn’t seem much bothered by it. Jamal put himself in Marko’s way, and Marko batted him aside like a fly, a mosquito—Jamal flew back and fell rolling into a cranny of the rock shelter, and Julie had no time to wonder if he was hurt, hurt bad or not, because now there was nothing between her and Marko.
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Her hand absorbed into the stone, her whole forearm sinking in, as if into a pool of warm, black oil. She turned her head to press her cheek against the stone. Under her palm was a hot, scratchy something, like a pelt, and she could feel a rough breath lifting and relaxing it. The warmth and surprise of this other breath jolted all the way back to her shoulder, and she wanted to pull away but she couldn’t, and after all she didn’t really want to—she needed to go forward, to go through. The left side of her face lowered into the wall, like sinking into her pillow while she was slowly absorbed into sleep, and she thought that now her left eye must be just where the eye of the bear had been, before. Now she must be eye to eye with the bear. Except instead she was inside him. Beyond the infinite thickness of the stone her forearm suddenly pushed through, so she could move it freely now, turning it from the elbow, feeling the heaviness of the bone and paw-pad where her hand had been. From her fingertips sprouted the black curving claws of the bear.
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When Marko’s hand came over the ledge Jamal stomped it with his boot-heel, twisting his foot to grind down on it with the metal tap he used to scuff pavement when he put a boot down from his bike. The hand jerked away, but then Marko’s head and shoulders rose up over the rim. Jamal kicked him in the face, but Marko snatched Jamal’s other leg, and Jamal went over backwards, all unstrung and landing so roughly that his head snapped hard against the rock, but maybe the cushion of his thick hair had protected it, and as Marko came over the ledge Jamal got up quickly and with the side of his foot he swiped the sack of cans he’d collected into Marko’s path, and Marko’s feet did tangle on the trash bag—“You little shit!” he cried.
Jamal took one backward step, reaching around to the back of his waistband to pull something out from under the hem of his windbreaker. Julie didn’t get a good look because of the quickness of the movement and the uncertain moonlight, but whatever it was changed Marko’s tone.
“Oh no,” Marko said. “You’re not gonna shoot me.”
Julie was looking at Jamal’s back, since he had put himself directly between her and Marko, and over his shoulder she could see Marko holding both of his hands palm-out, leaning a little into his palms; he seemed to lean into an invisible wall. She was aware of the narrow, dark slit at the back of the rock shelter just behind her, as if it had already opened to enclose her, as if she had already moved into the close, tight mouth of the cave.
“Are you sure?” Jamal asked. Was his voice slightly trembling? It was steady when he spoke again. “How bad do you really want to find out?”
“Jamal,” Marko said, staying just where he was. “It gets so much worse.”
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—no, they were handprints, negative images, a black gum surrounding the pallor of the stone, so that the hands seemed to glow a little, like the shining of the stars. A certain print seemed to attract her hand magnetically, the left one, and when she laid it there it fit so perfectly there was no edge around it. Her left hand disappeared entirely into darkness, complete as the velvet black of a starless sky; it sank a little way into soft stone.
She lay . . . no, she was standing, but gravity had changed direction, so she felt as if she were lying at her ease and comfortably supported by the wall, and against her cheek she felt a soft rise and fall, as if she’d laid her head upon a living, breathing breast . . .
On the other side of the stone’s vast thickness Julie felt her forearm come free, turning and groping in emptiness, the mystery beyond the stone.
She