Finish your stew. And then I need you to meet someone.
Vic couldnt very well sit there and eat with everyone acting strange, watching her like that. Her appetite was gone, anyway. Who? she asked.
It was Rob who blurted out what no one else would say. Our sister, he said. And when Vic shot him a look, he showed her his jar. Its water, I swear.
50 The Backs of Gods
There was a hand at her back, urging her up. Just like before. Like when she was sixteen. Vic resisted. Her mother went past her to the bottom step, turned, looked out over the lantern-lit and pathetic crowds, and then lowered her voice.
I dont know what the hell is going on, Rose said, or what you might be involved in. I dont know whats happening out there. She looked to be on the verge of tears, and Vic forgot her terror for a moment and truly listened. This is all too much at once. Its too much. She shook her head and covered her mouth with her hand. Vic saw that her brothers were watching from the bar.
Mom, you need to get some rest. What can be done is being done. Theres no one left to save. All of this can wait until morning.
Your father is still alive, her mother blurted out.
Vic gripped the railing. The Honey Hole slid back down into the dunes and spun around her. What? Her mother held her by the waist to keep her from sagging to the ground.
I dont know how all of this is happening at once, what games the gods are playing at, but Conner and Rob brought a girl here the day after you came to see me. The morning after I saw you, they came in with a starved and injured girl who made it out of No Mans Land.
What? Vic whispered again. She didnt understand. How long had she been gone? How far did she get?
She didnt wander in from over here , Rose said. She crossed all the way. Come upstairs. Please.
Vic found herself coaxed upward. It felt as though her mind and senses were floating above the ground. What do you mean, Father is still alive? Why did Rob call her my ?
Your sister. Half-sister. You need to hear what she has to say. Vic glanced back and saw that Palmer and Conner were following them up the stairs. Rob was climbing down from his barstool.
And Dad? She looked to the balcony.
Hes being held on the other side of No Mans Land against his will. Ill explain. But it means you have to put Low-Pub out of your mind. Your brother is right, that going west might be the only way. I think thats what the gods are trying to tell us.
Vic felt a flush of rage at the mention of the gods, at the talk of destiny. Shed seen too many dead to think of that bitch, Fate. She found herself standing there on that balcony, high over the scene of so many hurt and wounded, so many sobbing and mourning their loved ones. Listening to their soft wails, smelling the sweat in her dive suit, thinking on all the buried shed seen that day, all the horrors visited on that already miserable place, the image of Marco shot dead, seeing a mans face stove in behind Grahams workbench, all the bombs over the years, the rape, the scars, the buckets of hurt more numerous than the sands.
No one is watching over us, she told her mother. She turned to her brothers, who were gathered on the stairs, looking up at the two women. There isnt anyone up there looking down on us, she told them all. Those constellations you see up there? She jabbed her finger angrily at the ceiling. Those are the backs of gods we see. Theyve
turned from us. Dont you understand? Our father is dead. I dont have a sister. Now Ive got to get to Low-Pub.
She pulled away from her mom and forced herself down between her brothers, nearly knocked Rob over. Her mother yelled for her to wait. Vic stopped at the bar and screwed a lid on a jar of beer. She grabbed a heel of bread from Palmers plate and hurried toward the door. She started gathering her gear.
Conner rushed to her side. Vic, dont go.
Im sleeping on the sarfer so no one steals it. I sail at first light. Ill come back and check on you all once whatever happens in Low-Pub happens.
Low-Pub is nothing, Conner said. Youve got to hear what this girl has to say. There are entire cities out there
Like Danvar? Vic slung her tank over her shoulder. Stop dreaming, Con. Start digging. This is the only life weve got.
Well, if you wont stay, then Im coming with you.
Suit yourself. Vic nodded to the other dive tank and the gear.
Okay. Good. I will. Were leaving at first light? Conner rubbed his hands together. He seemed shocked that she would have him along. In truth, she needed him and twenty more like him. If so, Im going to see if I can be of use here for a few hours. Let Mom know where were headed.
Vic shrugged. You know where the sarfers parked. You get there after dawn, it wont be parked there anymore. She turned and shoved her way out the door. It felt good, fleeing that place again. Here was where she had learned this skill all those years ago, where she had learned how good it felt to run away.
But he couldnt run out as quickly as she could, didnt have the years of practice. He turned back to the stairs, where his family was still watching from the balcony. Conner made his way to them through the crowded bar. A woman he passed grabbed his wrist and thanked him with tears in her eyes, and Conner remembered pulling her out of her home. Her little boy squirmed in her lap. Conner fought back tears of his own as he squeezed her shoulder. He wanted to say that she was welcome, but he feared his voice cracking, feared the facade this woman saw on him sloughing off. His brother Rob met him at the bottom of the stairs.