Kate Wilhelm - April Fools' Day Forever

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APRIL FOOLS' DAY

FOREVER

Kate Wilhelm

On the last day of March a blizzard swept across the lower Great

Lakes, through western New York and Pennsylvania, and raced

toward the city with winds of seventy miles an hour, and snow

falling at the rate of one and a half inches an hour. Julia watched it

from her wide windows overlooking the Hudson River forty miles

from the edge of the city and she knew that Martie wouldn't be

home that night. The blizzard turned the world white within minutes

and the wind was so strong and so cold that the old house groaned

under the impact. Julia patted the window sill, thinking, "There,

there," at it. "It'll be over soon, and tomorrow's April, and in three or

four weeks I'll bring you daffodils." The house groaned louder and

the spot at the window became too cold for her to remain there

without a sweater.

Julia checked the furnace by opening the basement door to listen. If

she heard nothing, she was reassured. If she heard a wheezing and

an occasional grunt, she would worry and call Mr. Lampert, and

plead with him to come over before she was snowed in. She heard

nothing. Next she looked over the supply of logs in the living room.

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Not enough by far. There were three good-sized oak logs, and two

pine sticks. She struggled into her parka and boots and went to the

woodpile by the old barn that had become a storage house, den,

garage, studio. A sled was propped up against the grey stone-and-

shingle building and she put it down and began to arrange logs on it.

When she had as many as she could pull, she returned to the house,

feeling her way with one hand along the barn wall, then along the

basket-weave fence that she and Martie had built three summers

ago, edging a small wild brook that divided the yard. The fence took

her in a roundabout way, but it was safer than trying to go straight

to the house in the blinding blizzard. By the time she had got back

inside, she felt frozen. A sheltered thermometer would show no

lower than thirty at that time, but with the wind blowing as it was,

the chill degrees must be closer to ten or twenty below zero. She

stood in the mud room and considered what else she should do. Her

car was in the garage. Martie's was at the train station. Mail. Should

she try to retrieve any mail that might be in the box? She decided

not to. She didn't really think the mailman had been there yet,

anyway. Usually Mr. Probst blew his whistle to let her know that he

was leaving something and she hadn't heard it. She took off the

heavy clothes then and went through the house checking windows,

peering at the latches of the storm windows. There had been a false

spring three weeks ago, and she had opened windows and even

washed a few before the winds changed again. The house was

secure.

What she wanted to do was call Martie, but she didn't. His boss

didn't approve of personal phone calls during the working day. She

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breathed a curse at Hilary Boyle, and waited for Martie to call her.

He would, as soon as he had a chance. When she was certain that

there was nothing else she should do, she sat down in the living

room, where one log was burning softly. There was no light on in

the room and the storm had darkened the sky. The small fire glowed

pleasingly in the enormous fireplace, and the radiance was picked

up by pottery and brass mugs on a low table before the fireplace.

The room was a long rectangle, wholly out of proportion, much too

long for the width, and with an uncommonly high ceiling. Paneling

the end walls had helped, as had making a separate room within the

larger one, with its focal point the fireplace. A pair of chairs and a

two-seater couch made a cozy grouping. The colors were autumn

forest colors, brilliant and subdued at the same time: oranges and

scarlets in the striped covering of the couch, picked up again by

pillows; rust browns in the chairs; forest-green rug. The room would

never make House Beautiful, Julia had thought when she brought in

the last piece of brass for the table and surveyed the effect, but she

loved it, and Martie loved it. And she'd seen people relax in that

small room within a room who hadn't been able to relax for a long

time. She heard it then.

When the wind blew in a particular way in the old house, it sounded

like a baby crying in great pain. Only when the wind came from the

northwest over thirty miles an hour. They had searched and

searched for the minute crack that had to be responsible and they

had calked and filled and patched until it seemed that there couldn't

be any more holes, but it was still there, and now she could hear the

baby cry.

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Julia stared into the fire, trying to ignore the wail, willing herself

not to think of it, not to remember the first time she had heard the

baby. She gazed into the fire and couldn't stop the images that

formed and became solid before her eyes. She awakened suddenly,

as in the dreams she had had during the last month or so of

pregnancy. Without thinking, she slipped from bed, feeling for her

slippers in the dark, tossing her robe about her shoulders hurriedly.

She ran down the hall to the baby's room, and at the door she

stopped in confusion. She pressed one hand against her flat

stomach, and the other fist against her mouth hard, biting her fingers

until she tasted blood. The baby kept on crying. She shook her head

and reached for the knob and turned it, easing the door open

soundlessly. The room was dark. She stood at the doorway, afraid to

enter. The baby cried again. Then she pushed the door wide open

and the hall light flooded the empty room. She fainted.

When she woke up hours later, grey light shone coldly on the bare

floor, from the yellow walls. She raised herself painfully, chilled

and shivering. Sleepwalking? A vivid dream and sleepwalking? She

listened; the house was quiet, except for its regular night noises. She

went back to bed. Martie protested in his sleep when she snuggled

against his warm body, but he turned to let her curve herself to fit,

and he put his arm about her. She said nothing about the dream the

next day.

Six months later she heard the baby again. Alone this time, in the

late afternoon of a golden fall day that had been busy and almost

happy. She had been gathering nuts with her friend Phyllis Govern.

They'd had a late lunch, and then Phyllis had had to run because it

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was close to four. A wind had come up, threatening a storm before

evening. Julia watched the clouds build for half an hour.

She was in her studio in the barn, on the second floor, where the

odor of hay seemed to remain despite an absence of fifteen or

twenty years. She knew it was her imagination, but she liked to

think that she could smell the hay, could feel the warmth of the

animals from below. She hadn't worked in her studio for almost a

year, since late in her pregnancy, when it had become too hard to

get up the narrow, steep ladder that led from the ground floor to the

balcony that opened to the upstairs rooms. She didn't uncover

anything in the large room, but it was nice to be there. She needed

clay, she thought absently, watching clouds roll in from the

northwest. It would be good to feel clay in her fingers again. She

might make a few Christmas gifts. Little things, funny things, to let

people know that she was all right, that she would be going back to

work before long now. She glanced at the large blocks of granite

that she had ordered before. Not yet. Nothing serious yet.

Something funny and inconsequential to begin with.

Still thoughful, she left the studio and went to the telephone in the

kitchen and placed a call to her supplier in the city. While waiting

for the call to be completed, she heard it. The baby was in pain, she

thought, and hung up. Not until she had started for the hall door did

she realize what she was doing. She stopped, very cold suddenly.

Like before, only this time she was wide awake. She felt for the

door and pushed it open an inch or two. The sound was still there,

no louder, but no softer either. Very slowly she followed the sound

up the stairs, through the hall, into the empty room. She had been so

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certain that it originated here, but now it seemed to be coming from

her room. She backed out into the hall and tried the room she shared

with Martie. Now the crying seemed to be coming from the other

bedroom. She stood at the head of the stairs for another minute, then

she ran down and tried to dial Martie's number. Her hands were

shaking too hard and she botched it twice before she got him.

Afterward she didn't know what she had said to him. He arrived an

hour later to find her sitting at the kitchen table, ashen-faced,

terrified.

"I'm having a breakdown," she said quietly. "I knew it happened to

some women when they lost a child, but I thought I was past the

worst part by now. I've heard it before, months ago." She stared

straight ahead. "They probably will want me in a hospital for

observation for a while. I should have packed, but . . . Martie, you

will try to keep me out of an institution, won't you? What does it

want, Martie?"

"Honey, shut up. Okay?" Martie was listening intently. His face was

very pale. Slowly he opened the door and went into the hall, his face

turned up toward the stairs.

"Do you hear it?"

"Yes. Stay there." He went upstairs, and when he came back down,

he was still pale, but satisfied now. "Honey, I hear it, so that means

there's something making the noise. You're not imagining it. It is a

real noise, and by God it sounds like a baby crying."

Julia built up the fire and put a stack of records on the stereo and

turned it too loud. She switched on lights through the house, and set

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the alarm clock for six twenty to be certain she didn't let the hour

pass without remembering Hilary Boyle's news show. Not that she

ever forgot it, but there might be a first time, especially on this sort

of night, when she wouldn't be expecting Martie until very late, if at

all. She wished he'd call. It was four-thirty. If he could get home, he

should leave the office in an hour, be on the train at twenty-three

minutes before six and at home by six forty-five. She made coffee

and lifted the phone to see if it was working. It seemed to be all

right. The stereo music filled the house, shook the floor and rattled

the windows, but over it now and then she could hear the baby.

She tried to see outside, the wind-driven snow was impenetrable.

She flicked on outside lights, the drive entrance, the light over the

garage, the door to the barn, the back porch, front porch, the

spotlight on the four pieces of granite that she had completed and

placed in the yard, waiting for the rest of the series. The granite

blocks stood out briefly during a lull. They looked like squat

sentinels.

She took her coffee back to the living room, where the stereo was

loudest, and sat on the floor by the big cherry table that they had cut

down to fourteen inches. Her sketch pad lay here. She glanced at the

top page without seeing it, then opened the pad to the middle and

began to doodle aimlessly. The record changed; the wind howled

through the yard; the baby wailed. When she looked at what she had

been doing on the pad, she felt a chill begin deep inside. She had

written over and over, MURDERERS. You killed my babies.

MURDERERS.

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Martie Sayre called the operator for the third time within the hour.

"Are the lines still out?"

"I'll check again, Mr. Sayre." Phone static, silence, she was back.

"Sorry, sir. Still out."

"Okay. Thanks." Martie chewed his pencil and spoke silently to the

picture on his desk: Julia, blond, thin, intense eyes and a square

chin. She was beautiful. Her thin body and face seemed to

accentuate lovely delicate bones. He, thin also, was simply craggy

and gaunt. "Honey, don't listen to it. Turn on music loud. You know

I'd be there if I could." The phone rang and he answered.

"I have the material on blizzards for you, Mr. Sayre. Also, Mr.

Boyle's interview with Dr. Hewlitt, A.M.S., and the one with Dr.

Wycliffe, the NASA satellite weather expert. Anything else?"

"Not right now, Sandy. Keep close. Okay?"

"Sure thing."

He turned to the monitor on his desk and pushed the ON button. For

the next half hour he made notes and edited the interviews and

shaped a fifteen-minute segment for a special to be aired at ten that

night. Boyle called for him to bring what he had ready at seven.

There was a four-man consultation. Martie, in charge of the science-

news department; Dennis Kolchak, political-news expert; David

Wedekind, the art director. Hilary Boyle paced as they discussed the

hour special on the extraordinary weather conditions that had racked

the entire earth during the winter. Boyle was a large man, over six

feet, with a massive frame that let him carry almost three hundred

pounds without appearing fat. He was a chain smoker, and prone to

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nervous collapses. He timed the collapses admirably: he never

missed a show. His daily half hour, "Personalized News," was the

most popular network show that year, as it had been for the past

three years. The balloon would burst eventually, and the name

Hilary Boyle wouldn't sound like God, but now it did, and no one

could explain the X factor that had catapulted the talentless man into

the firmament of stars.

The continuity writers had blocked in the six segments of the show

already, two from other points—Washington and Los Angeles—

plus the commercial time, plus the copter pictures that would be

live, if possible.

"Looking good," Hilary Boyle said. "Half an hour Eddie will have

the first film ready. . . ."

Martie wasn't listening. He watched Boyle and wondered if Boyle

would stumble over any of the words Martie had used in his

segment. He hoped not. Boyle always blamed him personally if he,

Boyle, didn't know the words he had to parrot. "Look, Martie, I'm a

reasonably intelligent man, and if I don't know it, you gotta figure

that most of the viewers won't know it either. Get me? Keep it

simple, but without sacrificing any of the facts. That's your job, kid.

Now give me this in language I can understand." Martie's gaze

wandered to the window wall. The room was on the sixty-third

floor; there were few other lights to be seen on this level, and only

those that were very close. The storm had visibility down to two

hundred yards. What lights he could see appeared ghostly, haloed,

diffused, toned down to beautiful pearly luminescences. He thought

of Boyle trying to say that, and then had to bite his cheek to keep

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from grinning. Boyle couldn't stand it when someone grinned in his

presence, unless he had made a funny.

Martie's part of the special was ready for taping by eight, and he

went to the coffee shop on the fourteenth floor for a sandwich. He

wished he could get through to Julia, but telephone service from

Ohio to Washington to Maine was a disaster area that night. He

closed his eyes and saw her, huddled before the fire in the living

room glowing with soft warm light. Her pale hair hiding her paler

face, hands over her ears, tight. She got up and went to the steps,

looking up them, then ran back to the fire. The house shaking with

music and the wind. The image was so strong that he opened his

eyes wide and shook his head too hard, starting a mild headache at

the back of his skull. He drank his coffee fast, and got a second cup,

and when he sat down again, he was almost smiling. Sometimes he

was convinced that she was right when she said that they had

something so special between them, they never were actually far

apart. Sometimes he knew she was right.

He finished his sandwich and coffee and wandered back to his

office. Everything was still firm, ready to tape in twenty minutes.

His part was holding fine.

He checked over various items that had come through in the last

several hours, and put three of them aside for elaboration. One of

them was about a renewal of the influenza epidemic that had raked

England earlier in the year. It was making a comeback, more

virulent than ever. New travel restrictions had been imposed.

Julia: "I don't care what they say, I don't believe it. Who ever heard

of quarantine in the middle of the summer? I don't know why

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