Geoff Ryman - 01 - What We Found by Hugo 2012 Nominee Novelette

Author:Hugo 2012 Nominee Novelette
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2012-04-24T09:32:57+00:00

When Andrew was twelve, our father drove him to Abuja and left him with people, some great-aunt we didn't know. She was childless, and Andrew had come back happy from his first visit sporting new track shoes. She had bought him an ice cream from Grand Square. He went back.

One night Raphael heard Mother and Father talking. He came outside onto the porch, his fat face gleaming. "I've got some gossip," he told me. "Mamamimi and Father have sold Andrew!"

"Sold" was an exaggeration. They had put him to work and were harvesting his wages. In return he got to live in an air-conditioned house. Raphael giggled. "It's so naughty of them!" He took hold of my hand and pulled me with him right into their bedroom.

Both of them were decent, lying on the bed with their books. Raphael announced, very pleased with himself. "You're not selling my brother like an indentured servant. Just because he was a mistake and you didn't want him born so late and want to be shot of him now."

Mamamimi leapt at him. He ran, laughter pealing, and his hands swaying from side to side. I saw only then that he had the keys for the SUV in his hand. He pulled me with him out into the yard, and then swung me forward. "Get the gate!" He popped himself into the driver's seat and roared the engine. Mamamimi waddled after him. The car rumbled forward, the big metal gate groaned open, dogs started to bark. Raphael bounced the SUV out of the yard, and pushed its door open for me. Mamamimi was right behind, and I didn't want to be the one punished again, so I jumped in. "Good-bye-yeee!" Raphael called in a singsong voice, smiling right into her face.

We somehow got to Abuja alive. Raphael couldn't drive, and trucks kept swinging out onto our side of the road, accelerating and beeping. We swerved in and out, missing death, passing the corpses of dead transports lined up along the roadside. Even I roared with laughter as lorries wailed past us by inches.

Using the GPS, Raphael foxed his way to the woman's house. Andrew let us in; he worked as her boy, beautifully dressed in a white shirt and jeans, with tan sandals of interwoven strips. In we strode and Raphael said, very pleasantly at first, "Hello! M'sugh! How are you? I am Jacob's son, Andrew's brother."

I saw at once this was a very nice lady. She was huge like a balloon, with a child-counselling smile, and she welcomed us and hugged Andrew to her.

"Have you paid my parents anything in advance for Andrew's work? Because they want him back, they miss him so much."

She didn't seem to mind. "Oh, they changed their minds. Well of course they did, Andrew is such a fine young man. Well, Andrew, it seems your brothers want you back!"

"I changed their minds for them." Raphael always cut his words out of the air like a tailor making a bespoke garment. Andrew looked confused and kept his eyes on the embroidery on his jeans.

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