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again。”
He folded the screen aside； and a light that was brighter than that in the hallway greeted us。
The room he revealed gave me a strange feeling of vertigo—probably because it was so much taller than
it was wide。 Standing inside it was like standing in a tower or a silo； not that I had ever been in such
places； but those were the parisons Melanie made。 The ceiling； twice as high as the room was wide；
was a maze of cracks。 Like vines of light； the cracks circled around and almost met。 This seemed
dangerous to me—unstable。 But Jeb showed no fear of cave…ins as he led me farther in。
There was a double…sized mattress on the floor； with about a yard of space on three sides of it。 The two
pillows and two blankets twisted into two separate configurations on either half of the mattress made it
look as if this room housed a couple。 A thick wooden pole—something like a rake handle—was braced
horizontally against the far wall at shoulder height with the ends lodged in two of the Swiss cheese holes
in the rock。 Over it were draped a handful of T…shirts and two pairs of jeans。 A wooden stool was flush
with the wall beside the makeshift clothes rack； and on the floor beneath it was a stack of worn
paperback books。
“Who？” I said to Jeb； whispering again。 This space so obviously belonged to someone that I no longer
felt like we were alone。
“Just one of the guys out on the raid。 Won’t be back for a while。 We’ll find you something by then。”
I didn’t like it—not the room； but the idea of staying in it。 The presence of the owner was strong despite
the simple belongings。 No matter who he was； he would not be happy to have me here。 He would hate it。
Jeb seemed to read my mind—or maybe the expression on my face was clear enough that he didn’t
have to。
“Now； now；” he said。 “Don’t worry about that。 This ismy house； and this is just one of my many guest
rooms。 I say who is and isn’t my guest。 Right now； you are my guest； and I am offering you this room。”
I still didn’t like it； but I wasn’t going to upset Jeb； either。 I vowed that I would disturb nothing； if it
meant sleeping on the floor。
“Well； let’s keep moving。 Don’t forget： third from the left； seventh in。”
“Green screen；” I added。
“Exactly。”
Jeb took me back through the big garden room； around the perimeter to the opposite side； and through
the biggest tunnel exit。 When we passed the irrigators； they stiffened and turned； afraid to have me behind
their backs。
“We go even closer to the surface now。 It gets drier； but it gets hotter； too。”
I noticed that almost immediately。 Instead of being steamed； we were now being baked。 The air was less
stuffy and stale。 I could taste the desert dust。
There were more voices ahead。 I tried to steel myself against the inevitable reaction。 If Jeb insisted on
treating me like… like a human； like a wele guest； I was going to have to get used to this。 No reason
to let it make me nauseous over and over again。 My stomach began an unhappy rolling anyway。
“This way’s the kitchen；” Jeb told me。
At first I thought we were in another tunnel； one crowded with people。 I pressed myself against the wall；
trying to keep my distance。
The kitchen was a long corridor with a high ceiling； higher than it was wide； like my new quarters。 The
light was bright and hot。 Instead of thin crevices through deep rock； this place had huge open holes。
“Can’t cook in the daytime； of course。 Smoke； you know。 So we mainly use this as the mess hall until
nightfall。”
All conversation had e to an abrupt halt； so Jeb’s words were clear for everyone to hear。 I tried to
hide behind him； but he kept walking farther in。
We’d interrupted breakfast； or maybe it was lunch。
The humans—almost twenty at a quick estimate—were very close here。 It wasn’t like the big cavern。 I
wanted to keep my eyes on the floor； but I couldn’t stop them from flashing around the room。 Just in
case。 I could feel my body tensing to run for it； though where I would run； I didn’t know。
Against both sides of the hallway； there were long piles of rock。 Mostly rough； purple volcanic stone；
with some lighter…colored substance—cement？—running between them； creating seams； holding them
together。 On top of these piles were different stones； browner in color； and flat。 They were glued
together with the light gray grout as well。 The final product was a relatively even surface； like a counter or
a table。 It was clear that they were used for both。
The humans sat on some； leaned on others。 I recognized the bread rolls they held suspended between
the table and their mouths； frozen with disbelief as they took in Jeb and his one…person tour。
Some of them were familiar。 Sharon； Maggie； and the doctor were the closest group to me。 Melanie’s
cousin and aunt glared at Jeb furiously—I had an odd conviction that I could have stood on my head and
bellowed songs out of Melanie’s memory at the top of my lungs and they still would not have looked at
me—but the doctor eyed me with a frank and almost friendly curiosity that made me feel cold deep
inside my bones。
At the back end of the hall…shaped room； I recognized the tall man with ink black hair and my heart
stuttered。 I’d thought Jared was supposed to take the hostile brothers with him to make Jeb’s job of
keeping me alive slightly easier。 At least it was the younger one； Ian； who had belatedly developed a
conscience—not quite as bad as leaving Kyle behind。 That consolation did not slow my racing pulse；
however。
“Lost our appetites；” Maggie muttered。
“How ’bout you；” he said； turning to me。 “You hungry？”
A quiet groan went through our audience。
I shook my head—a small but frantic motion。 I didn’t even know whether I was hungry； but I knew I
couldn’t eat in front of this crowd that would gladly have eaten me。
“Well； I am；” Jeb grumbled。 He walked down the aisle between the counters； but I did not follow。 I
couldn’t stand the thought of being within easy reach of the rest。 I stayed pressed against the wall where I
stood。 Only Sharon and Maggie watched him go to a big plastic bin on one counter and grab a roll。
Everyone else watched me。 I was certain that if I moved an inch； they would pounce。 I tried not to
breathe。
“Well； let’s just keep on movin’；” Jeb suggested around a mouthful of bread as he ambled back to me。
“Nobody seems able to concentrate on their lunch。 Easily distracted； this set。”
I was watching the humans for sudden movements； not really seeing their faces after that first moment
when I recognized the few I could put names to。 So it wasn’t until Jamie stood up that I noticed him
there。
He was a head shorter than the adults beside him； but taller than the two smaller children who perched
on the counter on his other side。 He hopped lightly off his seat and followed behind Jeb。 His expression
was tight； pressed； like he was trying to solve a difficult equation in his head。 He examined me
through narrow eyes as he approached on Jeb’s heels。 Now I wasn’t the only one in the room holding
my breath。 The others’ gazes shifted back and forth between Melanie’s brother and me。
Oh； Jamie；Melanie thought。 She hated the sad； adult expression on his face； and I probably hated it
even more。 She didn’t feel as guilty as I did for putting it there。
If only we could take it away。She sighed。
It’s too late。 What could we do to make it better now？
I didn’t mean the question more than rhetorically； but I found myself searching for an answer； and
Melanie searched； too。 We found nothing in the brief second we had to consider the matter； there was
nothing to be found； I was sure。 But we both knew we would be searching again when we were done
with this asinine tour and had a chance to think。 If we lived that long。
“Whatcha need； kid？” Jeb asked without looking at him。
“Just wondering what you’re doing；” Jamie answered； his voice striving for nonchalance and only just
failing。
Jeb stopped when he got to me and turned to look at Jamie。 “Takin’ her for a tour of the place。 Just like
I do for any newer。”
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“Can I e？” Jamie asked。
I saw Sharon shake her head feverishly； her expression outraged。 Jeb ignored her。
“Doesn’t bother me… if you can mind your manners。”
Jamie shrugged。 “No problem。”
I had to move then—to knot my fingers together in front of me。 I wanted so badly to push Jamie’s untidy
hair out of his eyes and then leave my arm around his neck。 Something that would not go over well； I was
sure。
“Let’s go；” Jeb said to us both。 He took us back out the way we had e。 Jeb walked on one side of
me； Jamie on the other。 Jamie seemed to be trying to stare at the floor； but he kept glancing up at my
face—just like I couldn’t help glancing down at his。 Whenever our eyes met； we looked away again
quickly。
We were about halfway down the big hall when I heard the quiet footsteps behind us。 My reaction was
instantaneous and unthinking。 I skittered to one side of the tunnel； sweeping Jamie along with one arm so
that I was between him and whatever was ing for me。
“Hey！” he protested； but he did not knock my arm away。
Jeb was just as quick。 The gun twirled out of its strap with blinding speed。
Ian and the doctor both raised their hands above their heads。
“We can mind our manners； too；” the doctor said。 It was hard to believe that this soft…spoken man with
the friendly expression was the resident torturer； he was all the more terrifying to me because his exterior
was so benign。 A person would be on her guard on a dark and ominous night； a person would be ready。
But on a clear； sunny day？ How would she know to flee when she couldn’t see any place for danger to
hide？
Jeb squinted at Ian； the barrel of the gun shifting to follow his gaze。
“I don’t mean any trouble； Jeb。 I’ll be just as mannerly as Doc。”
“Fine；” Jeb said curtly； stowing his gun。 “Just don’t test me。 I haven’t shot anybody in a real long time；
and I sort of miss the thrill of it。”
I gasped。 Everyone heard that and turned to see my horrified expression。 The doctor was the first one to
laugh； but even Jamie joined in briefly。
“It’s a joke；” Jamie whispered to me。 His hand strayed from his side； almost as if he was reaching for
mine； but he quickly shoved it into the pocket of his shorts。 I let my arm—still stretched protectively in
front of his body—drop； too。
“Well； the day’s wasting；” Jeb said； still a little surly。 “You’ll all have to keep up； ’cause I’m not waiting
on you。” He stalked forward before he was done speaking。
Named
Ikept tight to Jeb’s side； a little in front of him。 I wanted to be as far as possible from the two men
following us。 Jamie walked somewhere in the middle； not sure of where he wanted to be。
I wasn’t able to concentrate much on the rest of Jeb’s tour。 My attention was not focused on the second
set of gardens he led me through—one with corn growing waist…high in the blistering heat of the brilliant
mirrors—or the wide but low…ceilinged cavern he called the “rec room。” That one was pitch…black and
deep underground； but he told me they brought in lights when they wanted to play。 The wordplay didn’t
make sense to me； not here in this group of tense； angry survivors； but I didn’t ask him to explain。 There
was more water here； a tiny； noxiously sulfurous spring that Jeb said they sometimes used as a second
latrine because it was no good for drinking。
My attention was divided between the men walking behind us and the boy at my side。
Ian and the doctor did mind their manners surprisingly well。 No one attacked me from behind—though I
thought my eyes might get lodged in the back of my head from trying to see if they were about to。 They
just followed quietly； sometimes talking to each other in low voices。 Their ments revolved around
names I didn’t know and nicknames for places and things that might or might not have been inside these
caves。