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ld trees want to hurt you； and I think they'd kill you if they could。
Kansas Road itself was clear； but in several places we saw more lines down。 About a quarter…mile past the Vicki…Linn Campground there was a power pole lying full…length in the ditch； heavy wires snarled around its top like wild hair。
〃That was some storm；〃 Norton said in his mellifluous； courtroom… trained voice； but he didn't seem to be pontificating now； only solemn。
〃Yeah； it was。〃
〃Look； Dad！〃
He was pointing at the remains of the Ellitches' barn。 For twelve years it had been sagging tiredly in Tommy Ellitch's back field； up to its hips in sunflowers； goldenrod； and Lolly…e…see…me。 Every fall I would think it could not last through another winter。 And every spring it would still be there。 But it wasn't anymore。 All that remained was a splintered wreckage and a roof that had been mostly stripped of shingles。 Its number had e up。 And for some reason that echoed solemnly； even ominously； inside me。 The storm had e and smashed it flat。
Norton drained his beer； crushed the can in one hand； and dropped it indifferently to the floor of the Scout。 Billy opened his mouth to say something and then closed it again…good boy。 Norton came from New Jersey； where there was no bottle…can…law； I guess he could be forgiven for squashing my nickel when I could barely remember not to do it myself。
Billy started fooling with the radio； and I asked him to see if WOXO was back on the air。 He dialed up to FM 92 and got nothing but a blank hum。 He looked at me and shrugged。 I thought for a moment。 What other stations were on the far side of that peculiar fog front？
〃Try； WBLM；〃 I said。
He dialed down to the other end； passing WJBQ…FM and WIGY…FM on the way。 They were there； doing business as usual 。。。 but WBLM； Maine's premier progressive…rock station； was off the air。
〃Funny；〃 I said。
〃What's that？〃 Norton asked。
〃Nothing。 Just thinking out loud。〃
Billy had tuned back to the musical cereal on WJBQ。 Pretty soon we got to town。
The Norge Washateria in the shopping center was closed； it being impossible to run a coin…op laundry without electricity； but both the Bridgton Pharmacy and the Federal Foods Supermarket were open。 The parking lot was pretty full； and as always in the middle of the summer； a lot of the cars had out…of…state plates。 Little knots of people stood here and there in the sun； noodling about the storm； women with women； men with men。
I saw Mrs。 Carmody； she of the stuffed animals and the stump…water lore。 She sailed into the supermarket decked out in an amazing canary…yellow pantsuit。 A purse that looked the size of a small Samsonite suitcase was slung over one forearm。 Then an idiot on a Yamaha roared past me； missing my front bumper by a few scant inches。 He wore a denim jacket； mirror sunglasses； and no helmet。
〃Look at that stupid shit；〃 Norton growled。
I circled the parking lot once； looking for a good space。 There were none。 I was just resigning myself to a long walk from the far end of the lot when I got lucky。 A lime…green Cadillac the size of a small cabin cruiser was easing out of a slot in the rank closest to the market's doors。 The moment it was gone； I slid into the space。
I gave Billy Steffs shopping list。 He was five； but he could read printing。 〃Get a cart and get started。 I want to give your mother a jingle。 Mr。 Norton will help you。 And I'll be right along。〃
We got out and Billy immediately grabbed Mr。 Norton's hand。 He'd been taught not to cross the parking lot without holding an adult's hand when he was younger and hadn't yet lost the habit。 Norton looked surprised for a moment； and then smiled a little。 I could almost forgive him for feeling Steff up with his eyes。 The two of them went into the market。
I strolled over to the pay phone； which was on the wall between the drugstore and the Norge。 A sweltering woman in a purple sunsuit was jogging the cutoff switch up and down。 I stood behind her with my hands in my pockets； wondering why I felt so uneasy about Steff； and why the unease should be all wrapped up with that line of white but unsparkling fog； the radio stations that were off the air
and the Arrowhead Project。
The woman in the purple sunsuit had a sunburn and freckles on her fat shoulders。 She looked like a sweaty orange baby。 She slammed the phone back down on its cradle； turned toward the drugstore and saw me there。
〃Save your dime；〃 she said。 〃Just dah…dah…dah。〃 She walked grumpily away。
I almost slapped my forehead。 The phone lines were down someplace； of course。 Some of them were underground； but nowhere near all of them。 I tried the phone anyway。 The pay phones in the area are what Steff calls Paranoid Pay Phones。 Instead of putting your dime right in； you get a dial tone and make your call。 When someone answers； there's an automatic cutoff and you have to shove your dime in before your party hangs up。 They're irritating； but that day it did save me my dime。 There was no dial tone。 As the lady had said； it was just dah…dah…dah。
I hung up and walked slowly toward the market； just in time to see an amusing little incident。 An elderly couple walked toward the IN door； chatting together。 And still chatting； they walked right into it。 They stopped talking in a jangle and the woman squawked her surprise。 They stared at each other ically。 Then they laughed； and the old guy pushed the door open for his wife with some effort…those electric…eye doors are heavy … and they went in。 When the electricity goes off； it catches you in a hundred different ways。
I pushed the door open myself and noticed the lack of air conditioning first thing。 Usually in the summer they have it cranked up high enough to give you frostbite if you stay in the market more than an hour at a stretch。
Like most modern markets； the Federal was constructed like a Skinner box…modern marketing techniques turn all customers into white rats。 The stuff you really needed； staples； like bread； milk； meat； beer； and frozen dinners； was all on the far side of the store。 To get there you had to walk past all the impulse items known to modern man…everything from Cricket lighters to rubber dog bones。
Beyond the IN door is the fruit…and…vegetable aisle。 I looked up it； but there was no sign of Norton or my son。 The old lady who had run into the door was examining grapefruits。 Her husband had produced a net sack to store purchases in。
I walked up the aisle and went left。 I found them in the third aisle； Billy mulling over the ranks of Jello…O packages and instant puddings。 Norton was standing directly behind him； peering at Steff's list。 I had to grin a little at his nonplussed expression。
I threaded my way down to them； past half…loaded carriages （Steff hadn't been the only one struck by the squirreling impulse apparently） and browsing shoppers。 Norton took two cans of pie filling down from the top shelf and put them in the cart。
〃How are you doing？〃 I asked； and Norton looked around with unmistakable relief。
〃All right； aren't we； Billy？〃
〃Sure；〃 Billy said； and couldn't resist adding in a rather smug tone： 〃But there's lots of stuff Mr。 Norton can't read either； Dad。〃
〃Let me see。〃 I took the list。
Norton had made a neat； lawyerly check beside each of the items he and Billy had picked up…half a dozen or so； including the milk and a six…pack of Coke。 There were maybe ten other things that she wanted。
〃We ought to go back to the fruits and vegetables；〃 I said。 〃She wants some tomatoes and cucumbers。〃
Billy started to turn the card around and Norton said； 〃You ought to go have a look at the checkout； Dave。〃
I went and had a look。 it was the sort of thing you sometimes see photos of in the paper on a slow newsday； with a humorous caption beneath。 Only two lanes were open； and the double line of people waiting to check their purchases out stretched past the mostly denuded bread racks； then made a jig to the right and went out of sight along the frozen…food coolers。 All of the new puterized NCRs were hooded。 At each of the two open positions； a harried…looking girl was totting up purchases on a battery…powered pocket calculator。 Standing with each girl was one of the Federal's two managers； Bud Brown and Ollie Weeks。 I liked Ollie but didn't care much for Bud
Brown； who seemed to fancy himself the Charles de Gaulle of the supermarket world。
As each girl finished checking her order； Bud or Ollie would paperclip a chit to the customer's cash or check and toss it into the box he was using as a cash repository。 They all looked hot and tired；
〃Hope you brought a good book；〃 Norton said； joining me。 〃We're going to be in line for a while。〃
I thought of Steff again； at home alone； and had another flash of unease。 〃You go on and get your stuff；〃 I said。 〃Billy and I can handle the rest of this；〃
〃Want me to grab a few more beers for you too？〃
I thought about it； but in spite of the rapprochement； I didn't want to spend the afternoon with Brent Norton getting drunk。 Not with the mess things were in around the house。
〃Sorry；〃 I said。 〃I've got to take a raincheck； Brent。〃
I thought his face stiffened a little。 〃Okay；〃 he said shortly； and walked off。 I watched him go； and then Billy was tugging at my shirt。
〃Did you talk to Mommy？〃
〃Nope。 The phone wasn't working。 Those lines are down too； I guess。〃
〃Are you worried about her？〃
〃No；〃 I said； lying。 I was worried； all right； but had no idea why I should be。 〃No； of course I'm not。 Are you？〃
〃No…ooo 。。。〃 But he was。 His face had a pinched look。 We should have gone back then。 But even then it might have been too late。
III。 The ing of the Mist。
We worked our way back to the fruits and vegetables like salmon fighting their way upstream。 I saw some familiar faces…Mike Haden； one of our selectmen； Mrs。 Reppler from the grammar school （she who had terrified generations of third…graders was currently sneering at the cantaloupes）； Mrs。 Turman； who sometimes sat Billy when Steff and I went out…but mostly they were summer people
stocking up on no…cook items and joshing each other about 〃roughing it。〃 The cold cuts had been picked over as thoroughly as the dimebook tray at a rummage sale； there was nothing left but a few packages of bologna； some macaroni loaf； and one lonely； phallic kielbasa sausage。
I got tomatoes； cukes； and a jar of mayonnaise。 She wanted bacon； but all the bacon was gone。 I picked up some of the bologna as a substitute； although I've never been able to eat the stuff with any real enthusiasm since the FDA reported that each package contained a small amount of insect filth … a little something extra for your money。
〃Look；〃 Billy said as we rounded the corner into the fourth aisle。 〃There's some army guys。〃
There were two of them； their dun uniforms standing out against the much brighter background of summer clothes and sportswear。 We had gotten used to seeing a scattering of army personnel with the Arrowhead Project only thirty miles or so away。 These two looked hardly old enough to shave yet。
I glanced back down at Steffs list and saw that we had everything 。。。 no； almost but not quite； At the bottom； as an afterthought； she had scribbled： Bottle of Lancers？ That sounded good to me。 A couple of glasses of wine tonight after Billy had sacked out； then maybe a long slow bout of lovemaking before sleep。
I left the cart and worked my way down to the wine and got a bottle。 As I walked back I passed the big double doors leading to the storage area and heard the steady roar of a good…sized generator。
I decided it was probably just big enough to keep the cold cases cold； but not large enough to power the doors and cash registers and all the other electrical equipment。 It sounded like a motorcycle back there。
Norton appeared just as we got into line； balancing two six…packs of Schlitz Light； a loaf of bread； and the kielbasa I had spotted a few minutes earlier。 He got in line with Billy and me。 It seemed very warm in the market with the air conditioning off； and I wondered why none of the stockboys …had at least chocked the doors open。 I had seen
Buddy Eagleton in his red apron two aisles back； doing nothing and piling it up。 The generator roared monotonously。 I had the beginnings of