Part 50 (1/2)
”Will do.” He wriggled it out of his pocket and pressed a b.u.t.ton. She heard a beep as it activated. He glanced at the clock. ”Got to go. Pick a place for dinner-anyplace but Zen Palate-and I'll tell you all about Konstantin Kristadoulou's history of the Menelaus cellar and the findings of our archeological dig down there.”
Gia sighed. All secondhand, but she supposed it would have to do.
”And the key ring,” she said. That was what she wanted to know most of all. ”You've got to tell me what happens when you cross the threshold with that.”
”Yeah,” Jack said softly. ”That could be very interesting. But how do you top an earthquake?”
9.
”What?” Lyle said. He couldn't believe what he'd just heard. ”You're joking, right? You're pulling my chain, is that it?”
Charlie shook his head as he pulled clothes from his dresser and dumped them on his bed. He concentrated on what he was doing, not making eye contact.
”Nope. This is on the fo' real, bro. I'm geese.”
First the craziness this morning with the first three sitters, seeing into their lives, their pasts, their futures-what little there was for each of them. Now this. He felt as if his world was coming apart.
”But you can't can't leave. We're a team. The Kenton brothers have always been a team. Who brung ya, Charlie?” leave. We're a team. The Kenton brothers have always been a team. Who brung ya, Charlie?”
Finally Charlie looked at him. His eyes glistened with tears. ”You think I want to? I don't. We still a team, Lyle, but not in this game, yo. And not in this house.”
”What do you mean?”
”I mean we bust outta here together and start all over, givin' value for value, like Jack said.”
Jack... for a moment Lyle wished he'd never heard of him.
”You mean dump the game?”
”Word. And yo, the way you playin' the game lately, y'know, cancelin' sitters up and down, ain't gonna be a game left, know'm sayin'?”
Lyle winced. Charlie had a point. Lyle had canceled the morning's fourth sitting along with the whole afternoon. He couldn't handle any more. He hadn't told Charlie why.
Should he tell him now? No. It would only reinforce his determination to leave.
”But we don't know know anything else, Charlie. We'll starve!” anything else, Charlie. We'll starve!”
”No way. We two smart guys. We get by.”
”Get by? Since when is getting by enough? I want to make make it, Charlie. So do you.” it, Charlie. So do you.”
”Not no more. 'What profit it a man if he gains the whole world but loses his immortal soul?' I wanna save my soul, Lyle. And yours too. That's why I want you to come with me.”
”And if I don't?”
”Then I got to roll on my own.”
”Roll on your own?” Lyle gave in to a blistering surge of anger. ”Why don't you think think on your own?” on your own?”
”Say what?”
”This isn't you talking. This is that preacher down that brimstone-breathing, tongue-speaking, snake-handling wacko church you found, right?”
”We don't do no snake handlin'.”
”You're such a sucker for these guys. It was the same back in Dearborn when that Reverend What-his-name-”
”Rawlins.”
”Right. Reverend Rawlins. He's the guy who told you to boycott the Harry Potter movie.”
”That's because it promotes witchcraft.”
”How would you know? You never saw it. You never read a line of one of the books. And neither did Rawlins. He got the word from someone else who hadn't read or seen them either. But you all fell in line, marching lockstep against Harry Potter with not a sc.r.a.p of firsthand knowledge.”
Charlie lifted his chin. ”Don't gotta do a drive-by to know it's wrong.”
”Reading a book to make an informed decision is hardly the same as shooting someone. But you're doing the same thing here. It's this preacher at this new church, right? What's his name?”
”Reverend Sparks.”
”It's him, right? He's the one who's put you up to this.”
”Didn't put me up to nothin'! He told me this ain't no ghost, it's a demon and it's after our souls!”
A demon? Good thing Lyle hadn't mentioned the morning's strangeness. Charlie would probably think he was possessed and try to drag him off to an exorcism.
”Has he been here, Charlie? Has he seen and heard and experienced what we have? No. Has he sifted all the evidence that points to this being the ghost of a girl murdered back in the eighties? No. He hasn't moved his a.s.s from his church down there in Brooklyn but somehow he's got a lock on what's happening in our house, knows it's not Tara Portman but Beelzebub instead. And you fall right in line and go along.” Lyle shook his head, dismayed. ”You're a bright guy, bro, but you put your brain on standby whenever one of these ministers opens his mouth.”
”Don't have to listen to this.” Charlie turned away and returned to emptying his dresser.
Lyle sighed. ”No, you don't. But what about that pin on your s.h.i.+rt? WWJD. What Would Jesus Do, right? So why don't you ask yourself that? Would Jesus run out on his brother?”
”Jesus didn't have no brother.”
Lyle almost said that some experts thought the apostle James was Jesus' brother, but he wasn't going to get into that now.
”You know what I mean. Would he?”
”Who you to talk 'bout Jesus?”
”Come on, Charlie. Answer me. You know he wouldn't. So how about you putting up with me for two more days?”