Blackwood Farm - Anne Rice [139]
“Dr. Winn came in to take his leave. ‘The CAT scan’s fine,’ he repeated. ‘And in the next few days we’ll run some more tests. All you have to do, Quinn, is stay in bed. I’ll be talking to you later this morning.’
“ ‘Doctor,’ I said, ‘would I try your patience if I asked you a question?’
“ ‘No, not at all, what is it?’
“ ‘There was a brilliant premed student; a friend of mine. She’d been accepted into a research project here. She died as the result of a traffic accident. I wonder if you knew her.’
“A change came into his calm face that was very eloquent of suffering. ‘You’re speaking of Lynelle Springer,’ he said.
“I nodded.
“ ‘You’re the boy she taught, the boy she talked so much about, aren’t you?’ he asked. ‘Of course. Tarquin Blackwood, her pride and joy. She loved you the way she loved her own children.’
“I swallowed. I was about to cry. I hadn’t expected this much of an answer. ‘Is it true?’ I asked, ‘that after the accident she never regained consciousness? She never knew how badly she was hurt?’
“ ‘It’s true,’ he said. He spoke in a humble voice, a voice that was reverent. ‘We had her here for two weeks. Her daughters came. They played tapes for her of music and poetry readings,’ he said. ‘But she was down too deep and her injuries were too great. Everything was done that could be done, and then she left us.’
“I felt immeasurable relief knowing all this. I felt like some key chapter in my life was finally closed so that it could remain with me in its entirety now without a host of little distractions. I also felt sure this man wouldn’t lie to me—ever—about anything.
“Aunt Queen inundated me with kisses and told me she was going to get dressed.
“Fr. Kevin Mayfair came into the room and sat down beside me. Goblin, who still stood solidly at the end of the bed, eyed him suspiciously.
“ ‘So what do you want me to say?’ I asked Fr. Kevin. ‘They’ve probably told you all I told them. They’ve told you that Goblin rescued me. You know Goblin. Goblin comes to Mass with me every Sunday.’
“ ‘Don’t be so scared of me, Quinn,’ he said, his tone firmer and a little higher in timbre than that of Dr. Winn. ‘I’m not the enemy. I’m not here to haul you up before the Spanish Inquisition. Your housekeeper, Ramona, she saw all this flying glass. If I’d seen it, maybe I’d never doubt Almighty God again. Maybe the Devil can do that for us.’
“ ‘It wasn’t the Devil in that bathroom,’ I said. ‘It was an angry man, a tall, good-looking, vain man. He got past the guards and yanked me right out of sleep. And then Goblin, my Goblin’—I looked at him at the foot of the bed and saw him anxiously eyeing Fr. Kevin—‘my Goblin, he broke the glass to drive the man away from me. He sent the glass flying at the man and the man couldn’t see Goblin any more than you can. The man didn’t know what was happening. You’ve got to understand, Goblin isn’t from the Devil. There has to be some in-between kind of spirit that’s neither devil nor angel. There has to be.’
“Fr. Kevin nodded. ‘Maybe you’re right,’ he said, to my surprise. He looked off for a moment in an almost dreamy way, then back to me. I found him distractingly handsome. It wasn’t just the true red hair and the green eyes, it was the alert expression and the excellent proportions of his face, the shortness of the nose and the length of his full mouth. His voice was kind.
“ ‘Two years ago,’ he said, ‘or maybe less, I wouldn’t have believed you. But now? Since coming South I’ve heard so much of ghosts and family curses that I’m more flexible of mind and disposition.’ He paused. ‘But I’ll tell you this. Whether they come from the Devil or inside our brains, whether they’re ghosts or disembodied beings with no true origin, spirits don’t do us any good. I’m sure of it.’
“Goblin was becoming agitated. He was staring at Fr. Kevin with a cold hate.
“ ‘No, Goblin,’ I said. ‘Don’t do anything, Goblin.’ In a sudden fit of alarm, I looked around. There was a mirror above the lavatory. What if he broke it into fragments? He knew he could do this now!
“Goblin, the Learner.