Ray Bradbury Stories Volume 2. Ray Bradbury
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table, with a flittering of cards, murmurs, conversation. Herb Thompson sank lower into his chair and began to look ill.
The phone rang. Thompson jumped and ran to it and jerked it off the hook.
‘Herb! I’ve been calling and calling. What’s it like at your house, Herb?’
‘What do you mean, what’s it like?’
‘Has the company come?’
‘Hell, yes, it has—’
‘Are you talking and laughing and playing cards?’
‘Christ, yes, but what has that got to do with—’
‘Are you smoking your ten-cent cigar?’
‘God damn it, yes, but …’
‘Swell,’ said the voice on the phone. ‘That sure is swell. I wish I could be there. I wish I didn’t know the things I know. I wish lots of things.’
‘Are you all right?’
‘So far, so good. I’m locked in the kitchen now. Part of the front wall of the house blew in. But I planned my retreat. When the kitchen door gives, I’m heading for the cellar. If I’m lucky I may hold out there until morning. It’ll have to tear the whole damned house down to get to me, and the cellar floor is pretty solid. I have a shovel and I may dig – deeper.…’
It sounded like a lot of other voices on the phone.
‘What’s that?’ Herb Thompson demanded, cold, shivering.
‘That?’ asked the voice on the phone. ‘Those are the voices of twelve thousand killed by a typhoon, seven thousand killed by a hurricane, three thousand buried by a cyclone. Am I boring you? That’s what the wind is. It’s a lot of people dead. The wind killed them, took their minds to give itself intelligence. It took all their voices and made them into one voice. All those millions of people killed in the past ten thousand years, tortured and run from continent to continent on the backs and in the bellies of monsoons and whirlwinds. Oh Christ, what a poem you could write about it!’
The phone echoed and rang with voices and shouts and whinings.
‘Come on back, Herb,’ called his wife from the card table.
‘That’s how the wind gets more intelligent each year, it adds to itself, body by body, life by life, death by death.’
‘We’re waiting for you, Herb,’ called his wife.
‘Damn it!’ He turned, almost snarling. ‘Wait just a moment, won’t you!’ Back to the phone. ‘Allin, if you want me to come out there now, I will! I should have come earlier …’
‘Wouldn’t think of it. This is a grudge fight, wouldn’t do to have you in it now. I’d better hang up. The kitchen door looks bad; I’ll have to get in the cellar.’
‘Call me back, later?’
‘Maybe, if I’m lucky. I don’t think I’ll make it. I slipped away and escaped so many times, but I think it has me now. I hope I haven’t bothered you too much, Herb.’
‘You haven’t bothered anyone, damn it. Call me back.’
‘I’ll try.…’
Herb Thompson went back to the card game. His wife glared at him. ‘How’s Allin, your friend?’ she asked. ‘Is he sober?’
‘He’s never taken a drink in his life,’ said Thompson, sullenly, sitting down. ‘I should have gone out there hours ago.’
‘But he’s called every night for six weeks and you’ve been out there at least ten nights to stay with him and nothing was wrong.’
‘He needs help. He might hurt himself.’
‘You were just out there, two nights ago, you can’t always be running after him.’
‘First thing in the morning I’ll move him into a sanatorium. Didn’t want to. He seems so reasonable otherwise.’
At ten-thirty coffee was served. Herb Thompson drank his slowly, looking at the phone. I wonder if he’s in the cellar now, he thought.
Herb Thompson walked to the phone, called long-distance, gave the number.
‘I’m sorry,’ said the operator. ‘The lines are down in that district. When the lines are repaired, we will put your call through.’
‘Then the telephone lines are down!’ cried Thompson. He let the phone drop. Turning, he slammed open the closet door, pulled out his coat. ‘Oh Lord,’ he said. ‘Oh, Lord, Lord,’ he said, to his amazed guests and his wife with the coffee urn in her hand. ‘Herb!’ she cried. ‘I’ve got to get out there!’ he said, slipping into his coat.
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