Room_ A Novel - Emma Donoghue [97]
“Does Steppa have a job?”
“No, we retired early but of course now our stocks are decimated . . .”
“What does that mean?”
She’s leaning her head back on the top of the chair, her eyes are shut. “Nothing, don’t worry about it.”
“Will he die soon?”
Grandma opens her eyes at me.
“Or will it be you first?”
“I’ll have you know I’m only fifty-nine, young man.”
Ma’s only twenty-six. She’s turned the corner, does that mean she’s coming back yet?
“Nobody’s going to die,” says Grandma, “don’t you fret.”
“Ma says everybody’s going to die sometime.”
She squeezes up her mouth, it’s got lines around it like sun rays. “You’ve only just met most of us, mister, so don’t be in a hurry to say bye-bye.”
I’m looking down into the green bit of the yard. “Where’s the hammock?”
“I suppose we could dig it out of the basement, since you’re so keen.” She gets up with a grunt.
“Me too.”
“Sit tight, enjoy the sunshine, I’ll be back before you know it.”
But I’m not sitting, I’m standing.
It’s quiet when she’s gone, except there’s squeaky sounds in the trees, I think it’s birds but I don’t see. The wind makes the leaves go swishy swishy. I hear a kid shout, maybe in another yard behind the big hedge or else he’s invisible. God’s yellow face has a cloud on top. Colder suddenly. The world is always changing brightness and hotness and soundness, I never know how it’s going to be the next minute. The cloud looks kind of gray blue, I wonder has it got rain inside it. If rain starts dropping on me I’ll run in the house before it drowns my skin.
There’s something going zzzzz, I look in the flowers and it’s the most amazing thing, an alive bee that’s huge with yellow and black bits, it’s dancing right inside the flower. “Hi,” I say. I put out my finger to stroke it and—
Arghhhhhh,
my hand’s exploding the worst hurt I ever. “Ma,” I’m screaming, Ma in my head, but she’s not in the backyard and she’s not in my head and she’s not anywhere, I’m all alone in the hurt in the hurt in the hurt in—
“What did you do to yourself?” Grandma rushes across the deck.
“I didn’t, it was the bee.”
When she spreads the special ointment it doesn’t hurt quite as much but still a lot.
I have to use my other hand for helping her. The hammock hangs on hooks in two trees at the very back of the yard, one is a shortish tree that’s only twice my tall and bent over, one is a million times high with silvery leaves. The rope bits are kind of squished from being in the basement, we need to keep pulling till the holes are the right size. Also two of the ropes are broken so there’s extra holes that we have to not sit in. “Probably moths,” says Grandma.
I didn’t know moths grow big enough to break ropes.
“To be honest, we haven’t put it up for years.” She says she won’t risk climbing in, anyway she prefers some back support.
I stretch out and fill the hammock all myself. I wriggle my feet in my shoes, I put them through the holes, and my hands, but not my right one because that’s still agonizing from the bee. I think about the little Ma and little Paul that swinged in the hammock, it’s weird, where are they now? The big Paul is with Deana and Bronwyn maybe, they said we’d go see the dinosaurs another day but I think they were lying. The big Ma is at the Clinic turning the corner.
I push the ropes, I’m a fly inside a web. Or a robber Spider-Man catched. Grandma pushes and I swing so I’m dizzy but a cool kind of dizzy.
“Phone.” That’s Steppa on the deck, shouting.
Grandma runs up the grass, she leaves me all on my own again in the outside Outside. I jump down off the hammock and nearly fall because one shoe gets stuck. I pull my foot out, the shoe falls off. I run after, I’m nearly as fast as her.
In the kitchen Grandma’s talking on the phone. “Of course, first things first, he’s right here. There’s somebody wants to talk to you.” That’s me she’s telling, she holds out the phone but I don’t take it. “Guess who?”
I blink at her.
“It’s your ma.”
It’s true, here’s Ma’s voice in the phone. “Jack?”
“Hi.”
I don’t hear anything else