Joe Haldeman by The Coming

Author:The Coming
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2011-12-14T21:56:23+00:00

The bartender had waited for him to come out. He cracked the tap slowly and filled a frosted mug.

“Y’know, I got a memory for faces. You ain’t been in here before, but I seen you someplace.”

“That’s not surprising. I’ve lived around Gainesville for forty years.” The beer was a new kind, bland but with a little catnip bite. Ice-cold, though, and welcome. “Good. Norman Bell. I’m a music teacher and musician.”

” Si, si. I’ve seen you on the cube with your wife, Professor Bell. What you make of all this stuff?”

“Well, I sort of have to go along with the wife. Preserve domestic tranquillity.”

He laughed. “I hear ya.”

“She makes a good case, though. New Year’s Day is going to be interesting.”

“Little green men on the White House lawn?”

“Probably something even weirder than that. Something we can’t even imagine.”

The bartender poured himself a small glass of beer. “Yeah, I was reading … like why don’t they send a picture? They afraid of what we’d do?”

“What my wife says, they have no reason to be afraid of us for anything. They could fry the planet if we made a threatening move.”

“Jesus.”

“But there are any number of innocent explanations. Maybe they don’t send pictures because there’s nobody aboard; it’s just a robot that’s programmed to wander around, listening for radio waves. That’s what Rory thinks. My wife.”

“That was in the article. Also maybe they’re like invisible. Made of energy.”

I’ve had students like that, Norman thought. “I don’t think there’s anything mysterious about it.

They know a lot about us, evidently, and don’t want us to know too much about them. That’s what a military operation would do.”

“So we can kiss our ass adios.”

“Not necessarily. We don’t know anything about their psychology. They might be following some kind of a ritual. Or keeping us in suspense as a kind of joke. Who knows?”

“Yeah, I guess.” He wiped the bar slowly. “You do any gettin’ ready for it?”

“You mean emergency preparations?” He shrugged. “Just what we have on hand for hurricanes.

Plenty of water and food. I’m more worried about people panicking than aliens.”

“Me, too. You ought to go down to the pawnshop and get a gun.”

Norman jumped. “¿ Como?”

“What I did. Somethin’ a guy at the bar said. “Ammunition will get you through times of no food, but food won’t get you through times of no ammo.’ The guys with him thought that was muy chistoso. Then one of them whispered something and they looked at me and laughed again. Them’s the kind I went out and got the gun for.”

” Claro. You must have some rough customers here.” Norman nodded toward the bathroom.

“Looks like you had a big fight back there last night.”

“Oh, mierda. They bust it up?”

“No, just blood.”

He nodded philosophically and picked up a bucket. ” ‘Scuse me.”

Norman finished his beer and pondered leaving a tip. No; the guy didn’t need any more surprises this morning.

Back in the sunlight, he clipped his bag to the handlebars and looked down, out of the glare: a storm drain.

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