'You see my problem? The town doesn't have to know about me borrowing an old Geiger counter, but they do need to know about the bunker-buster coming their way. Julia Shumway will spread the news if I don't, but the town fathers ought to hear it from me. Because - '
T know why' Thanks to the reddening sun, Brenda's face had lost its pallor. But she was rubbing her arms absently. 'If you're to establish any authority here... which is what your superior wants you to do...'
'I guess Cox is more like my colleague now,' Barbie said.
She sighed. 'Andrea Grinnell. We'll take this to her. Then we'll talk to Rennie and Andy Sanders together. At least we'll outnumber them, three to two.'
'Rose's sister? Why?'
'You don't know she's the town's Third Selectman?' And when he shook his head: 'Don't look so chagrined. Many don't, although she's held the job for several years. She's usually little more than a rubber-stamp for the two men - which means for Rennie, since Andy Sanders is a rubber-stamp himself - and she has... problems... but there's a core of toughness there. Or was.'
'What problems?'
He thought she might keep that to herself too, but she didn't. 'Drug dependency. Pain pills. I don't know how bad it is.'
'And I suppose she gets her scrips filled at Sanders's pharmacy.'
'Yes. I know it's not a perfect solution, and you'll have to be very careful, but... Jim Rennie may be forced by simple expediency to accept your input for a while. Your actual leadership?' She shook her head. 'He'll wipe his bottom with any declaration of martial law, whether it's signed by the President or not. I - '
She ceased. Her eyes were looking past him, and widening.
'Mrs Perkins? Brenda? What is it?'
'Oh,' she said. 'Oh, my God.'
Barbie turned to look, and was stunned to silence himself. The sun was going down red as it often did after warm, fair days unsullied by late showers. But never in his life had he seen a sunset like this one. He had an idea the only people who ever had were those in the vicinity of violent volcanic eruptions.
No, he thought. Not even them. This is brand new.
The declining sun wasn't a ball. It was a huge red bowtie shape with a burning circular center. The western sky was smeared as if with a thin film of blood that shaded to orange as it climbed. The horizon was almost invisible through that blurry glare.
'Good Christ, it's like trying to look through a dirty windshield when you're driving into the sun,' she said.
And of course that was it, only the Dome was the - windshield. It had begun to collect dust and pollen. Pollutants as well. And it would get worse.
We'll have to wash it, he thought, and visualized lines of volunteers with buckets and rags. Absurd. How were they going to wash it forty feet up? Or a hundred and forty? Or a thousand?
'This has to end,' she whispered. 'Call them and tell them to shoot the biggest missile they can, and damn the consequences. Because this has to end.'
Barbie said nothing. Wasn't sure he could have spoken even if he had something to say. That vast, dusty glare had stolen his words. It was like looking through a porthole into hell.
CHAPTER 8
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Jim Rennie and Andy Sanders watched the weird sunset from the steps of the Bowie Funeral Home. They were due at the Town Hall for another 'Emergency Assessment Meeting' at seven o'clock, and Big Jim wanted to be there early to prepare, but for now they stood where they were, watching the day die its strange, smeary death.
'It's like the end of the world.' Andy spoke in a low, awestruck voice.
'Bull-pucky!' Big Jim said, and if his voice was harsh - even for him - it was because a similar thought had been going through his own mind. For the first time since the Dome had come down, it had occurred to him that the situation might be beyond their ability to manage - his ability to manage - and he rejected the idea furiously. 'Do you see Christ the Lord coming down from the sky?'
'No,'Andy admitted.What he saw were townspeople he'd known all his life standing in clumps along Main Street, not talking, only watching that strange sunset with their hands shading their eyes.
'Do you see me? Big Jim persisted.
Andy turned to him. 'Sure I do,' he said. Sounding perplexed. 'Sure I do, Big Jim.'
'Which means I haven't been Raptured,' Big Jim said. 'I gave my heart to Jesus years ago, and if it was End Times, I wouldn't be here. Neither would you, right?'