Peace by Gene Wolfe

Author:Gene Wolfe
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Fantasy, Masterwork, General, Fiction
ISBN: 9780312890339
Publisher: Gollancz
Published: 1975-01-01T13:00:00+00:00

“Well, I’m not going to tell you right now, because it wouldn’t make any sense to you. Later on maybe it will, and then I’ll let you know.

“Anyway, Mr. T. waited for me to finish; then he paid for everything and we went back to his store. He showed me where things were in the pharmacy, and the more I looked, the more I came to think that by the purest kind of luck I had come into one of the best shops in the whole country, because he had just about everything I’d ever heard mentioned when I was in school, and a whole lot that I hadn’t. And I already knew enough about the business to know that at a lot of pharmacies they don’t keep the rarer things in stock—only order them if some doctor close by starts prescribing them.

“After about half an hour he asked me if I knew my way around well enough to keep the shop open without him. I said I did, and he said that in that case he was going home, and for me to keep the place open until eight, and then to come over to his house, and he’d show me where I could sleep. He wrote out the address for me on a slip of paper and gave me directions how to get there; it was only about five blocks away. I gave him about an hour to get off and be doing whatever it was he was going to do; then I locked the store for a minute—he had given me the keys so I could lock up at night—and nipped over to the depot to get my Gladstone, which I had left there and was worried about. After that I stayed right in the store.

“We didn’t do much business, and I noticed that the people that did come in never asked about Mr. T., even though I could see they were surprised to find me there instead of him. One man did ask me if I’d taken over the business, but when I said no, that was the end of it—he just clammed up. By and by dinnertime rolled around, and I thought about locking up the shop and going down to that cafe again—the eggs and sausage had been good—but I remembered I had already gone out once to get my bag, and decided I would just stay there until sup-pertime, then go out and have a good one.

“It got to be about six o’clock and Mr. T. came back—not wearing his white coat like he had been, but one of those black suits and a little ribbon for a necktie, like so many of them do down there. He asked if I’d had any supper yet, and when I said I hadn’t he asked if I would be willing to go by the grocery and pick up a few things for him so we could have supper at home. I said I would, and

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