“He means it, though.”
“So do I. But there’s nothing we can do about it. We can’t turn time backwards. The Entities own the world and nothing we do is going to change that.”
They were getting nowhere. He felt as though he were breaking in half.
“There’s no sense arguing about it,” he said. “All I know is that I don’t see how we can go on, your family collaborating, mine resisting. There couldn’t ever be any contact between the families. How could we have any life together, like that?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “But there’s one thing I ought to tell you, Steve—”
“Oh, Jesus, Lisa! You’re not—”
Pregnant, yes. The old business of the Capulets and the Montagues, but with one extra little devastating twist.
Her self-possession now disintegrated. So did his, such as it was. She began to cry, and he pulled her head against his chest and he began to cry too, and the astonishing thought came to him of the brown-eyed child that was sprouting in her belly, and of the improbability that so hopeless a nerd as he had been had actually fathered a baby; and he knew beyond doubt that he loved this woman and meant to marry her and stand beside her, no matter what.
But that took some doing. He returned to the ranch and called Ron aside and told him of this newest development; and Ron, pensive and somber and not at all jaunty now, told him to sit tight and went off to talk to his sister Rosalie. Who after a time called Steve to her, and quizzed him extensively about his entire relationship with Lisa, not so much the sex part as the emotional part, his feelings, his intentions.
He amazed himself with the forthrightness, the directness, the sheer adulthood of his own responses. No hemming, no hawing, no subterfuges, no standing on one leg and then the other. He came right out and said he loved Lisa. He told his mother that it made him terribly happy to know that there was going to be a child. He said that he had no intention of abandoning her.
“You’ll stick by her even if you have to leave the ranch?”
“Why would I let that interfere?” he asked.
She seemed oddly pleased to hear that. But then she was quiet for a long while. Her face grew sad. “What a sorry mess this is, Steve. What a mess.”
There were whispered family conferences all week long. His mother and her two brothers; the three of them and his father; Steve with Ron again, with Anse, with his mother, with Paul, with Peggy. He sensed that Ron, who had told him so bluntly and uncompromisingly to rid himself of Lisa, was coming around to a more sympathetic position, perhaps under some pressure from Peggy; that his mother was of several minds about the problem, though more on his side than not; that Anse seemed mainly angry at being troubled by so complicated a business as this. During this time, Steve was forbidden to engage in any communications operations on behalf of the Resistance. Was forbidden, indeed, to go anywhere near a computer. Which cut him off from communication with Lisa. Just to make certain, his father wrote a blocking command into the system that guaranteed he could not have access to it; and Steve, good as he was, knew he could not countermand a block written by Doug. Not that he would dare, not in this situation.
He wondered what was going through Lisa’s mind. He had promised her, as they parted in Ventura, that he would work something out with his family. But what? What?
It was the longest week of his life. He spent it roaming the hillside, sitting for long hours on the rocky outcropping where Jill once had followed him and made use of him. That seemed a million years ago. Jill now paid almost no attention to him at all. If she had any inkling of the pickle he was in, she gave no indication of it to him though he overheard her giggling with her brothers Charlie and Mike, and was sure that it was his situation that they were giggling over.
Finally Ron came to him and said, “The Colonel wants to talk to you.”
The Colonel was frail, now. He had grown very thin and had a tremor in his hands, and used a walking-stick when he moved about. But he moved about infrequently; he spent most of his time these days sitting quietly in his chair near the edge of the patio, looking out over the valley, with a lap-robe spread across him except on the very warmest days.
“Sir?” Steve said, and stood before him and waited.
The Colonel’s eyes, at least, had lost none of their old force. He studied Steve for an intolerably long time, staring, staring, while Steve drew himself up as straight as he knew how to hold himself, and waited. And waited.
And at last the Colonel spoke. “Well, boy. Is it true that you’re going to sell us out to the Entities?”
It was a monstrous question; but there was something in his eyes that told Steve that it was not to be taken too seriously. Or so Steve hoped.
“No, sir. It’s not true in the slightest, and I hope no one has been telling you anything of the kind.”
“She is a quisling, isn’t she, though? She and her whole family?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You knew that when you became involved with her?”
“No, sir. Not even remotely. I didn’t realize it until the other day, when she got us through a LACON checkpoint with a password that she shouldn’t have been able to have.”
“Ah. But she was aware all along that you were a Carmichael?”
“Evidently so.”
“And consorted with you for the sake of infiltrating the ranch and betraying us to the Entities, do you think?”
“No, sir. Absolutely not. It’s not really a secret that this is a Resistance headquarters, you know, sir. I think even the Entities must be aware of that. But in any case, there was never a word out of Lisa that indicated to me that she had any such dark intentions.”
“Ah. Then it was just an innocent little romantic thing, what went on between you and her?”
Steve reddened. “In truth, not all that innocent, sir, I would have to admit.”
The Colonel said, chuckling, “So I’ve been given to understand. When is the baby due?”
“Around six months from now.”
“And then what?”
“What do you mean, sir?”
“I mean, do you leave the ranch to live with her, then, or are we supposed to take her in here?”
Flustered, Steve said, “Why, I don’t know, sir. It’s up to the family to decide, not to me.”
“And if the family tells you that you’re to give up the woman and the baby and never see either one of them again?”
The fierce old blue eyes drilled deep.
After a moment’s silence Steve said, “I don’t think I would go along with that, sir.”
“You love her that much?”
“I love her, yes. And I have a responsibility to the child.”
“Indeed. That you do.—So you would go to live among quislings if need be, eh? But would they take you in, do you think, knowing that you were an agent of the Resistance?”
Steve moistened his lips. “What if we were to take Lisa in, instead?”
“To spy on us, you mean?”
“I don’t mean that at all. It’s just a job for her, working for them. She doesn’t see it as working for the Entities at all, just for the phone company, which is an arm of LACON, which of course is the Entity puppet administration down there. There’s nothing ideological about her. She doesn’t like having the Entities here any more than we do. She just doesn’t see what we can do about it, so she does her job and doesn’t think about such things. If she came here, she’d have no further contact with the other side.”
“Including her father? Her brothers?”
“I suppose she’d speak with them, visit them sometimes, maybe. But there’s no reason in the world why she would reveal anything about ranch activities to them or anyone else.”
“And so you ask us—infatuated as you are, blinded by love—to accept a spy into our midst simply because you’ve managed to make her pregnant,” said the Colonel. “Do I have it right?”