5.
Caroline and I ride in a taxi. It is late at night. We ride across the park. Then we ride more. Caroline says words to a gate. A man opens the door to a very big house. He smells surprised. He wears pajamas. "Miss Caroline!"
"Hello, Seacomb. Is my mother in?"
"She's asleep, of course. If there's an emergency -- "
"No emergency. But my apartment pipes sprung a leak and I'll be spending the night here. This is my dog, Angel. Angel, Seacomb is safe."
"Of course, Miss," Seacomb says. He smells very unhappy. "It's just -- "
"Just that you have orders not to let me use this house?"
"No, Miss," the man says. "My orders are to let you use the house as you choose. Only -- "
"Of course they are," Caroline says. "My mother wants me to grovel back here. She's been panting for that. Well, here I am. Only she's taken a sleeping pill and is out cold until morning, right?"
"Yes, Miss," the man says. He smells very unhappy. There are no cats or dogs in this place, but there are mice. The mice droppings smell interesting.
"I'll sleep in the downstairs study. And, oh, Seacomb, I'm expecting guests. Please disable the electric gate. They'll use the back entrance, and I'll let them in myself. You needn't take any trouble about it."
"It's no trouble to -- "
"I said I'll let them in myself."
"Yes, Miss," Seacomb says. He smells very very unhappy.
He leaves. Caroline and I go down stairs. Caroline drinks. She gives me water. I smell a mouse in a cupboard. My ears raise. There are interesting things here.
"Well, Angel, here we are at my mother's house. Do you remember your mother, boy?"
"No," I say. I am confused. The words are a little hard.
"There are some people coming for a party. Some dancers. Kristine Meyers is coming. You remember Kristine Meyers?"
"Yes," I say. Kristine Meyers dances with Caroline. They run in circles and jump high. Caroline jumps higher.
"We're going to talk about dancing, Angel. This is a prettier house than mine to talk about dancing. This is a good house for a party, which is what we're going to have. My mother lets me use her house for parties. Remember that, boy."
Later Caroline opens the door. Some people stand there. We go into the basement. Kristine Meyers is there. She smells frightened. Some men are with her. They carry papers. They talk a long time.
"Here, Angel, have a pretzel," a man says. "It's a party."
Some people dance to a radio. Kristine smells angry and confused. Her fur stands up. Caroline says words to her. The words are hard. The words are long. I have a pretzel. Nobody touches Caroline.
We are there all night. Kristine cries.
"Her boyfriend is gone," Caroline says to me.
In early morning we go home. We go in a taxi. Somebody is sick in the taxi yesterday. It smells bad. Caroline sleeps. I sleep. Caroline does not go to class.
In the afternoon we go to Lincoln Center. Kristine is there. She sleeps on a couch in the lounge. Caroline dances with Dmitri.
John Cole bends close to my ear. "You went out with Caroline all last night."
"Yes," I say.
"Where did you go?"
"We go to Caroline's mother's house. We go to a party. Caroline's mother lets Caroline use her house for parties."
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Dancing on Air
Fiksi IlmiahThis novella was a Hugo and Nebula nominee twenty years ago. I lost both to Charles Sheffield -- whom I married five years later. Life sometimes really is just as strange as fiction.
