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The end of the clothesline was a chewed and frayed tangle of fiber and little puffs of cotton。 The little puffs
were dewed with minute drops of blood。
No one contradicted Mrs。 Carmody。
Mike Hatlen let the door swing shut。
VII。 The First Night。
Mr。 McVey had worked in Bridgton cutting meat ever since I was twelve or thirteen； and I had no idea what his first name was or his age might be。 He had set up a gas grill under one of the small exhaust fans…the fans were still now； but presumably they still gave some ventilation…and by 6。30 P。m。 the smell of cooking chicken filled the market。 Bud Brown didn't object。 It might have been stock； but more likely he had recognized the fact that his fresh meat and poultry wasn't getting any fresher。 The chicken smelled good； but not many people wanted to eat。 Mr。 McVey； small and spare and neat in his whites； cooked the chicken nevertheless and laid the pieces two by two on paper plates and lined them up cafeteria…style on top of the meat counter。
Mrs。 Turman brought Billy and me each a plate； garnished with helpings of deli potato salad。 I ate as best I could； but Billy would not even pick at his。
〃You got to eat； big guy；〃 I said。
〃I'm not hungry；〃 he said； putting the plate aside。
〃You can't get big and strong if you don't…〃
Mrs。 Turman； sitting slightly behind Billy； shook her head at me。
〃Okay；〃 I said。 〃Go get a peach and eat it； at least。 'Kay？〃
〃What if Mr。 Brown says something？〃
〃If he says something； you e back and tell me。〃
〃Okay； Dad。〃
He walked away slowly。 He seemed to have shrunk somehow。 It hurt my heart to see him walk that way。 Mr。 McVey went on cooking chicken； apparently not minding that only a few people were eating it； happy in the act of cooking。 As I think I have said； there are all ways of handling a thing like this。 You wouldn't think it would be
so； but it is。 The mind is a monkey。
Mrs。 Turman and I sat halfway up the patent… medicines aisle。 People were sitting in little groups all over the store。 No one except Mrs。 Carmody was sitting alone； even Myron and his buddy Jim were together…they were both passed out by the beer cooler。
Six new men were watching the loopholes。 One of them was Ollie； gnawing a leg of chicken and drinking a beer。 The mop…handle torches leaned beside each of the watchposts； a can of charcoal lighter fluid next to each 。。。 but I don't think anyone really believed in the torches the way they had before。 Not after that low and terribly vital grunting sound； not after the chewed and blood…soaked clothesline。 If whatever was out there decided it wanted us； it was going to have us。 It； or they。
〃How bad will it be tonight？〃 Mrs。 Turman asked。 Her voice was calm； but her eyes were sick and scared。
〃Hattie； I just don't know。〃
〃You let me keep Billy as much as you can。 I'm 。。。 Davey； I think I'm in mortal terror。〃 She uttered a dry laugh。 〃Yes； I believe that's what it is。 But if I have Billy； I'll be all right。 I'll be all right for him。〃
Her eyes were glistening。 I leaned over and patted her shoulder。
〃I'm so worried about Alan；〃 she said。 〃He's dead； Davey。 In my heart I'm sure he's dead。〃
〃No； Hattie。 You don't know any such thing。〃
〃But I feel it's true。 Don't you feel anything about Stephanie？ Don't you at least have a 。。。 a feeling？〃
〃No；〃 I said； lying through my teeth。
A strangled sound came from her throat and she clapped a hand to her mouth。 Her glasses reflected back the dim； murky light。
〃Billy's ing back；〃 I murmured。
He was eating a peach。 Hattie Turman patted the floor beside her and said that when he was done she would show him how to make a little man out of the peach pit and some thread。 Billy smiled at her wanly； and Mrs。 Turman smiled back。
At 8：00 P。m。 six new men went on at the loopholes and Ollie came over to where I was sitting。 〃Where's Billy？〃
〃With Mrs。 Turman； up back；〃 I said。 〃They're doing crafts。 They've run through peach…pit men and shoppingbag masks and apple dolls and now Mr。 McVey is showing him how to make pipe…cleaner men。〃
Ollie took a long drink of beer and said； 〃Things are moving around out there。〃
I looked at him sharply。 He looked back levelly。
〃I'm not drunk；〃 he said。 〃I've been trying but haven't been able to make it。 I wish I could； David。〃
〃What do you mean； things are moving around out there？〃
〃I can't say for sure。 I asked Walter； and he said he had the same feeling； that parts of the mist would go darker for a minute … sometimes just a little smudge； sometimes a big dark place； like a bruise。 Then it would fade back to gray。 And the stuff is swirling around。 Even Arnie Simms said he felt like something was going on out there； and Arnie's almost as blind as a bat。〃
〃What about the others？〃
〃They're all out…of…staters； strangers to me；〃 Ollie said。 〃I didn't ask any of them。〃
〃How sure are you that you weren't just seeing things？〃
〃Sure；〃 he said。 He nodded toward Mrs。 Carmody； who was sitting by herself at the end of the aisle。 None of it had hurt her appetite any； there was a graveyard of chicken bones on her plate。 She was drinking either blood or V…8 juice。 〃I think she was right about one thing；〃 Ollie said。 〃We'll find out。 When it gets dark； we'll find out。〃
But we didn't have to wait until dark。 When it came； Billy saw very little of it； because Mrs。 Turman kept him up back。 Ollie was still sitting with me when one of the men up front gave out a shriek and staggered back from his post； pinwheeling his arms。 It was approaching eight…thirty； outside the pearl…white mist had darkened to the dull slaty color of a November twilight。
Something had landed on the glass outside one of the loopholes。
〃Oh my Jesus！〃 the man who had been watching there screamed。 〃Let me out！ Let me out of this！〃
He tore around in a rambling circle； his eyes starting from his face； a thin lick of saliva at one corner of his mouth glimmering in the deepening shadows。 Then he took off straight up the far aisle past the frozen…food cases。
There were answering cries。 Some people ran toward the front to see what had happened。 Many others retreated toward the back； not caring and not wanting to see whatever was crawling on the glass out there。
I started down toward the loophole； Ollie by my side。 His hand was in the pocket that held Mrs。 Dumfries' gun。 Now one of the other watchers let out a cry…not so much of fear as disgust。
Ollie and I slipped through one of the checkout lanes。 Now I could see what had frightened the guy from his post。 I couldn't tell what it was； but I could see it。 It looked like one of the minor creatures in a Bosch painting…one of his hellacious murals。 There was something almost horribly ic about it； too； because it also looked a little like one of those strange creations of vinyl and plastic you can buy for 1。89 to spring on your friends 。。。 in fact； exactly the sort of thing Norton had accused me of planting in the storage area。
It was maybe two feet long； segmented； the pinkish color of burned flesh that has healed over。 Bulbous eyes peered in two different directions at once from the ends of short； limber stalks。 It clung to the window on fat sucker…pads。 From the opposite end there protruded something that was either a sexual organ or a stinger。 And from its back there sprouted oversized； membranous wings； like the wings of a housefly。 They were moving very slowly as Ollie and I approached the glass。
At the loophole to the left of us； where the man had made the disgusted cawing sound； three of the things were crawling on the glass。 They moved sluggishly across it； leaving sticky snail trails behind them。 Their eyes … if that is what they were … joggled on the end of the finger…thick stalks。 The biggest was maybe four feet long。 At times they crawled right over each other。
〃Look at those goddam things；〃 Tom Smalley said in a sickened voice。 He was standing at the loophole on our right。 I didn't reply。 The bugs were all over the loopholes now； which meant they were probably crawling all over the building 。。。 like maggots on a piece of meat。 It wasn't a pleasant image； and I could feel what chicken I had managed to eat now wanting to e up。
Someone was sobbing。 Mrs。 Carmody was screaming about abominations from within the earth。 Someone told her gruffly that she'd shut up if she knew what was good for her。 Same old shit。
Ollie took Mrs。 Dumfries' gun from his pocket and I grabbed his arm。 〃Don't be crazy。〃
He shook free。 〃I know what I'm doing；〃 he said。
He tapped the barrel of the gun on the window； his face set in a nearly masklike expression of distaste。 The speed of the creatures' wings increased until they were only a blur…if you hadn't known； you might have believed they weren't winged creatures at all。 Then they simply flew away。
Some of the others saw what Ollie had done and got the idea。 They used the mop handles to tap on the windows。
The things flew away； but came right back。 Apparently they had no more brains than your average housefly； either。 The near…panic dissolved in a babble of conversation。 I heard someone asking someone else what he thought those things would do if they landed on you。 That was a question I had no interes