“Her crying makes a pond, remember?”
“Your ma was crying?” asks Officer Oh.
Outsiders don’t understand anything, I wonder do they watch too much TV. “No, Alice. She’s always wanting to get into the garden, like us.” “You wanted to get into the garden too?”
“It’s a backyard, but we don’t know the secret code.”
“This room’s right by the backyard?” she asks.
I shake my head.
Officer Oh rubs her face. “Work with me here, Jack. Is this room near a backyard?”
“Not near.”
“OK.”
Ma, Ma, Ma. “It’s all around.”
“This room’s in the backyard?”
“Yeah.”
I made Officer Oh happy but I don’t know how. “Here we go, here we go,” she’s looking at her screen and pressing buttons, “freestanding rear structures on Carlingford and Washington . . .”
“Skylight,” says the man police.
“Right, with a skylight . . .”
“Is that TV?” I ask.
“Hmm? No, it’s a photo of all these streets. The camera’s way up in space.”
“Outer Space?”
“Yeah.”
“Cool.”
Officer Oh’s voice gets all excited. “Three four nine Washington, shed in the rear, lit skylight . . . Got to be.” “That’s three four nine Washington,” the man police is saying at his phone. “Go ahead.” He looks back in the mirror. “Owner’s name doesn’t match, but Caucasian male, DOB twelve-ten-sixty-one . . .”
“Vehicle?”
“Go ahead,” he says again. He waits. “Two thousand one Silverado, brown, K nine three P seven four two.” “Bingo,” says Officer Oh.
“We’re en route,” he’s saying, “request backup to three four nine Washington.”
The car’s turning right around the other way. Then we’re moving faster, it swirls me.
We’re stopped. Officer Oh’s looking out the window at a house. “No lights on,” she says.
“He’s in Room,” I say, “he’s making her be dead,” but the crying is melting my words so I can’t hear them.
Behind us there’s another car just like this one. More police persons getting out. “Sit tight, Jack.” Officer Oh’s opening the door. “We’re going to go find your ma.”
I jump, but her hand is making me stay in the car. “Me too,” I’m trying to say but all that comes out is tears.
She’s got a big flashlight she switches on. “This officer will stay right here with you—”
A face I never saw before pushes in.
“No!”
“Give him some space,” Officer Oh tells the new police.
“The blowtorch,” I remember, but it’s too late, she’s gone already.
There’s a creak and the back of the car pops up, the trunk, that’s what it’s called.
I put my hands over my head so nothing can get in, not faces not lights not noises not smells. Ma Ma don’t be dead don’t be dead don’t be dead . . .
I count to one hundred like Officer Oh said but I’m not any calmer. I do to five hundred, the numbers aren’t working. My back is jumping and shaking, it must be from being cold, where’s the blanket fallen?
A terrible sound. The police in the front seat is blowing his nose. He does a tiny smile and pokes the tissue in his nose, I look away.
I stare out the window at the house with no lights. A bit of it is open now that wasn’t before I don’t think, the garage, a huge dark square. I’m looking for hundreds of hours, my eyes get prickly. Someone comes out of the dark but it’s another police I never saw before. Then a person that’s Officer Oh and beside her — I’m thumping banging on the car door but I don’t know how, I have to smash the glass but I can’t, Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma — Ma makes the door be open and I fall halfway out. She’s got me, she’s scooped me all up. It’s her for real, she’s one hundred percent alive.
“We did it,” she says, when we’re both in the back of the car together. “Well, you did it, really.” I’m shaking my head. “I kept messing up the plan.”
“You saved me,” says Ma, she kisses my eye and holds me tight.
“Was he there?”
“No, I was all by myself just waiting, it was the longest hour of my life. The next thing I knew was, the door exploded open, I thought I was having a heart attack.” “The blowtorch!”
“No, they used a shotgun.”
“I want to see the explosion.”
“It was only for a second. You can see another some time, I promise.” Ma’s grinning. “We can do anything now.” “Why?”
“Because we’re free.”
I’m dizzy, my eyes shut without me. I’m so sleepy I think my head’s going to fall off.
Ma’s talking in my ear, she says we need to go talk to some more police. I snuggle against her, I say, “Want to go to Bed.” “They’ll find us somewhere to sleep in a little while.” “No. Bed.”
“You mean in Room?” Ma’s pulled back, she’s staring in my eyes.
“Yeah. I’ve seen the world and I’m tired now.”
“Oh, Jack,” she says, “we’re never going back.”
The car starts moving and I’m crying so much I can’t stop.
After
Officer Oh is riding in front, she looks different backwards. She turns around and smiles at me, she says, “Here’s the precinct.”
“Can you climb out?” asks Ma. “I’ll carry you.” She opens the car and cold air jumps in. I go small. She pulls at me, makes me stand up and I bang my ear on the car. She’s walking with me up on her hip, I cling onto her shoulders. It’s dark but then there’s lights quick quick like fireworks.
“Vultures,” says Officer Oh.
Where?
“No pictures,” shouts the man police.
What pictures? I don’t see any vultures, I only see person faces with machines flashing and black fat sticks. They’re shouting but I can’t understand. Officer Oh tries to put the blanket over my head, I push it off. Ma’s running, I’m shaking all about, we’re inside a building and it’s a thousand percent bright so I put my hand over my eyes.
The floor’s all shiny hard not like Floor, the walls are blue and more of them, it’s too loud. There’s persons everywhere not friends of mine. A thing like a spaceship all lit up with things inside all in their little squares like bags of chips and chocolate bars, I go look and try and touch but they’re locked up in the glass. Ma pulls my hand.
“This way,” says Officer Oh. “No, right in here—”
We’re in a room that’s quieter. A huge wide man says, “I do apologize about the media presence, we’ve upgraded to a trunk system but they’ve got these new tracking scanners . . .” He’s sticking out his hand. Ma puts me down and does his hand up and down like persons in TV.
“And you, sir, I understand you’ve been a remarkably courageous young man.”
That’s me he’s looking at. But he doesn’t know me and why he says I’m a man? Ma sits down in a chair that’s not our chairs and lets me in her lap. I try to rock but it’s not Rocker. Everything’s wrong.
“Now,” says the wide man, “I appreciate it’s late, and your son’s got some abrasions that need looking at, and they’re on standby for you at the Cumberland Clinic, it’s a very nice facility.”
“What kind of facility?”
“Ah, psychiatric.”
“We’re not—”
He butts in. “They’ll be able to give you all the appropriate care, it’s very private. But as a matter of priority I do need to go over your statement tonight in more detail as you’re able.”