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Nick wrote: “Sure were. Next time we’ll have to tackle it head on, I think. That’s why I want to postpone another big meeting as long as possible. Three weeks, maybe. September 15?”
Sue said, “We can hold off that long if Brad gets the power on.”
“I think he will,” Stu said.
“I’m going home,” Sue told them. “Big day tomorrow. Dayna’s off. I’m going with her as far as Colorado Springs.”
“Do you think that’s safe, Sue?” Fran asked.
She shrugged. “Safer for her than for me.”
“How did she take it?” Fran asked her.
“Well, she’s a funny sort of girl. She was a jock in college, you know. Tennis and swimming were her biggies, although she played them all. She went to some small community college down in Georgia, but for the first two years she kept on going with her high school boyfriend. He was a big leather jacket type, me Tarzan,...
“And as an upshot, she got to be an even bigger libber than the roomie,” Fran guessed.
“First a libber, then a lesbian,” Sue said.
Stu stopped as if thunderstruck. Frannie looked at him with guarded amusement. “Come on, splendor in the grass,” she said. “See if you can’t fix the hinge on your mouth.”
Stu shut his mouth with a snap.
Sue went on: “She dropped both rocks on the caveman boyfriend at the same time. It blew his wheels, and he came after her with a gun. She disarmed him. She says it was the major turning point of her life. She told me she always knew she was stronger and more agile than he was—she knew it intellectually. But it took doi...
“You sayin she hates men?” Stu asked, looking at Sue closely.
Susan shook her head. “She’s bi now.”
“Bye now?” Stu said doubtfully.
“She’s happy with either sex, Stuart. And I hope you’re not going to start leaning on the committee to institute the blue laws along with ‘Thou shalt not kill.’”
“I got enough to worry about without gettin into who sleeps with who,” he mumbled, and they all laughed. “I only asked because I don’t want anyone goin into this thing as a crusade. We need eyes over there, not guerrilla fighters. This is a job for a weasel, not a lion.”
“She knows that,” Susan said. “Fran asked me how she took it when I asked her if she’d go over there for us. She took it very well. For one thing, she reminded me that if we’d stayed with those men… remember how you found us, Stu?”
He nodded.
“If we’d stayed with them, we would have either wound up dead or in the West anyway, because that’s the direction they were going in… at least when they were sober enough to read the road-signs. She said she’d been wondering what her place in the Zone was, and guessed that her place in the Zone was out of it. And she s...
“What?” Fran asked.
“That she’d try to come back,” Sue said, rather abruptly, and said no more. What else Dayna Jurgens had said was between the two of them, something not even the other members of the committee were to know. Dayna was going west with a ten-inch switchblade strapped to her arm in a spring-loaded clip. When she bent her wr...
If he’s a big enough dictator, then maybe he’s all that’s holding them together. If he was gone, maybe they’d start fighting and squabbling among themselves. It might be the end of them, if he dies. And if I get close to him, Susie, he better have his guardian devil with him.
They’ll kill you, Dayna.
Maybe. Maybe not. It might be worth it just to have the pleasure of watching his guts fall out on the floor.
Susan could have stopped her, maybe, but she hadn’t tried. She had contented herself with extracting a promise from Dayna that she would stick to the original script unless a near-perfect opportunity came up. To that, Dayna had agreed and Sue didn’t think her friend would get that chance. Flagg would be well guarded. S...
“Well,” she said to the rest of them now, “I’m home to bed. Night, folks.”
She walked off, hands in the pockets of her fatigue jacket.
“She looks older,” Stu said.
Nick wrote and offered the open pad to both of them.
We all do was written there.
Stu was on his way up to the power station the next morning when he saw Susan and Dayna headed down Canyon Boulevard on a pair of cycles. He waved and they pulled over. He thought he had never seen Dayna looking prettier. Her hair was tied behind her with a bright green silk scarf, and she was wearing a rawhide coat op...
“Stuart!” she cried, and waved to him, smiling.
Lesbian? he thought doubtfully.
“I understand you’re off on a little trip,” he said.
“For sure. And you never saw me.”
“Nope,” Stu said. “Never did. Smoke?”
Dayna took a Marlboro and cupped her hands over his match.
“You be careful, girl.”
“I will.”
“And get back.”
“I hope to.”
They looked at each other in the bright late-summer morning.
“You take care of Frannie, big fella.”
“I will.”
“And go easy on the marshaling.”
“That I know I can do.”
She cast the cigarette away. “What do you say, Suze?”
Susan nodded and put her bike in gear, smiling a strained smile.