They took along two empty suitcases, one for each of them, but their precautions proved unnecessary; their stepfather never came out of his study. It was probably just as well; he had worked up a grand head of steam, from the sound. The two children could hear him stamping about, muttering, opening drawers, slamming them shut again. A familiar odor seeped out from under the door - to Laurie it smelled like smouldering athletic socks. Lew was smoking his pipe.
She stuck her tongue out, crossed her eyes, and twiddled her fingers in her ears as they tiptoed by.
But a moment later, when she looked at the place Lissa had pointed out to Brian and which Brian now pointed out to her, she forgot Lew just as completely as Brian had forgotten about all the wonderful things he could watch on TV that night.
'What is it?' she whispered to Brian. 'My gosh, what does it mean?'
'I dunno,' Brian said, 'but just remember, you swore on Mom's name, Laurie.'
'Yeah, yeah, but...'
'Say it again!' Brian didn't like the look in her eyes. It was a telling look, and he felt she really needed a little reinforcement.
'Yeah, yeah, on Mom's name,' she said perfunctorily, 'but, Brian, jeezly crow...' 'And hope to die, don't forget that part.'
'Oh, Brian, you are such a cheeser!'
'Never mind, just say you hope to die!'
'Hope to die, hope to die, okay?' Laurie said. 'Why do you have to be such a cheeser, Bri?'
'Dunno,' he said, smirking in that way she absolutely hated, 'just lucky, I guess.'
She could have strangled him... but a promise was a promise, especially one given on the name of your one and only mother, so Laurie held on for over one full hour before getting Trent and showing him. She made him swear, too, and her confidence that Trent would keep his promise not to tell was perfectly justified. He was almost fourteen, and as the oldest, he had no one to tell... except a grownup. Since their mother had taken to her bed with a migraine, that left only Lew, and that was the same as no one at all. The two oldest Bradbury children hadn't needed to bring up empty suitcases as camouflage this time; their stepfather was downstairs, watching some British fellow lecture on the Normans and Saxons (the Normans and Saxons were Lew's specialty at the college) on the VCR, and enjoying his favorite afternoon snack - a glass of milk and a ketchup sandwich. Trent stood at the end of the hall, looking at what the other children had looked at before him.
He stood there for a long time.
'What is it, Trent?' Laurie finally asked. It never crossed her mind that Trent wouldn't know.
Chapter Two
Trent knew everything. So she watched, almost incredulously, as he slowly shook his head. 'I don't know,' he said, peering into the crack. 'Some kind of metal, I think. Wish I'd brought a flashlight.' He reached into the crack and tapped. Laurie felt a vague sense of disquiet at this, and was relieved when Trent pulled his finger back. 'Yeah, it's metal.' 'Should it be in there?' Laurie asked. 'I mean, was it? Before?'
'No,' Trent said. 'I remember when they replastered. That was just after Mom married him.
There wasn't anything in there then but laths.'
'What are they?'
'Narrow boards,' he said. 'They go between the plaster and the outside wall of the house.' Trent reached into the crack in the wall and once again touched the metal which showed dull white in there. The crack was about four inches long and half an inch across at its widest point. 'They put in insulation, too,' he said, frowning thoughtfully and then shoving his hands into the back pockets of his wash-faded jeans. 'I remember. Pink, billowy stuff that looked like cotton candy.' 'Where is it, then? I don't see any pink stuff.'
'Me either,' Trent said. 'But they did put it in. I remember.' His eyes traced the four-inch length of the crack. 'That metal in the wall is something new. I wonder how much of it there is, and how far it goes. Is it just up here on the third floor, or...'
'Or what?' Laurie looked at him with big round eyes. She had begun to be a little frightened.
'Or is it all over the house,' Trent finished thoughtfully.
After school the next afternoon, Trent called a meeting of all four Bradbury children. It got off to a somewhat bumpy start, with Lissa accusing Brian of breaking what she called 'your solemn swear' and Brian, who was deeply embarrassed, accusing Laurie of putting their mother's soul in dire jeopardy by telling Trent. Although he wasn't very clear on exactly what a soul was (the Bradburys were Unitarians), he seemed quite sure that Laurie had condemned Mother's to hell. 'Well,' Laurie said, 'you'll have to take some of the blame, Brian. I mean, you were the one who brought Mother into it. You should have had me swear on Lew's name. He could go to hell.' Lissa, who was young enough and kind-hearted enough not to wish anyone in hell, was so distressed by this line of discourse that she began to cry.
'Hush, all of you,' Trent said, and hugged Lissa until she had regained most of her composure.
'What's done is done, and I happen to think it all worked out for the best.' 'You do?' Brian asked. If Trent said a thing was good, Brian would have died defending it, that went without saying, but Laurie had sworn on Mom's name.