Chapter 10
SUSAN! SUSAN! Susan if you don’t get up right now, you’re going to be late for school. SUSAN! Get Up! GET UP NOW! But instead of heeding her mother’s voice, Susan snuggled deeper into her bed. Yesterday was laundry day and her bed was dressed in freshly laundered sheets that smelled of Gain Detergent and California salt sea air. A childlike expression of satisfaction crossed her face.
“S – u – s – a – n! S – u – s – a – n!” Susan groaned and rolled over onto her side without ever opening her eyes. She was hovering between that shadowy place of not quite awake and not fully asleep. “S – u – s – a – n! S – u – s – a – n!
For what seemed the umpteenth time that night, Susan Madison was awakened by the sound of her mother’s voice. But this time, her mother’s voice was different. This time, if only for a moment, Susan thought she heard, not the voice of the elderly woman calling from the heavily rose scented room, nor was it the whimsical voice of the disillusioned housewife recounting tales of her youth. No. It was a voice she had not heard for many years. The voice that called her this time was that of the mother who had baked chocolate chips cookies from scratch, who had taught her to ride a bike, who had hand-washed her Catholic school uniforms, and the one who had insisted that she act like a lady. It was the voice of her mother when she was eight. “Susan! I’m your mother, and I’m ordering you to get up NOW!”
Instantly, she recognized the sharp tone in her mother’s voice. That tone had always meant that her mother had reached the end of her patience. But more importantly, it meant that she had reached the end of her leash and was being snapped back from whatever foolishness she was engaging in at the time.
Immediately, she jumped to her feet with every intention of running somewhere – anywhere to escape what was sure to be a spanking or a strong tug on a tender ear. She blinked several times trying to adjust her vision to the eerie red darkness of the room. For a few seconds, she was lost, not knowing where she was or even when she was. “Oh God,” screamed Susan as a brilliant white light flooded the room in every direction. With the light came the sound of a thousand horses thundering through the fields outside. The floor of the old farm house was shaking so violently, she was having difficulty keeping her balance. And the roar from outside was deafening. An as suddenly as it had begun, the light, the noise, and the shaking were gone.
She stood in the middle of the room trying to understand what had just happened. “Earthquake?” “No,” she thought shaking her head. “Too much light.”
“Susan.” Her mother’s voice was a mere whisper. But it was enough to snap her into action. Running towards her mother’s bedroom, she found that her mother was laying half on and half off the bed, gasping for air.
She went directly to her mother’s aid, gently lifting the ailing woman back into the bed. “No time. No Time.” Her mother whispered in that now familiar raspy voice as Susan worked adjusting the antique blue and white wedding band quilt that covered her mother’s frail body. There was a new found strength in her mother’s hands, Susan noted, as she re-tucked areas of the quilt where her mother had pulled them free. “No time. No time.” Her mother kept repeating. Her vibrant blue eyes now a pale blue gray because of the cataracts pleaded with Susan to listen. Puzzled by her mother’s mumblings and a little terrified by whatever had caused the bright light and the shaking, she decided it might be best if she slept in the chair beside her mother’s bed rather than return to her makeshift bed in the dining room.
After struggling for some time to get her mother securely tucked in, Susan reached for a moist towelette, from among the bottles, tubes, and needles that cluttered the bedside table, with the intent of wiping away a trail of drool that had collected at the corner of her mother’s mouth. She had the towelette just inches from her mother’s face when the look in her mother’s eyes changed. A chill ran through her. “You listen to me,” said the voice she thought she’d heard earlier. “High on the back wall of the pantry is a button. Push it. And the wall will open. You’ll be safe in there. You mustn’t waste another minute. We’ve launched ours. They’ll have the coordinates of this place in no time and will most likely launch a counter-strike.” Susan’s attention was riveted on her mother as if her mother had suddenly started babbling some incoherent foreign language. “Mom what are you talking about. Launched ours?” She was vigorously shaking her head no and trying to calm her mother when the house began shaking and once again a bright white light illuminated the whole place. “Susan, you must go now. Quickly, you’ll need to get some fresh water. Everything else is already in the basement. Jim knows about it. He’ll look for you there. Susan go.” “Go where and not without you.” “There isn’t enough time for you to get me downstairs by yourself. You have to go.” “No! I can’t believe this is happening! There’s got to be another explanation!” Anger and rage filled her — confused her. She rushed to the bedroom window just in time to see the departing missile’s fiery white tail arc across the night sky.
“Mother how could you. Why did you let them put those damn things on the property?” Her mother’s eyes became gray steel. “Your father’s medical bills. The Veterans Administration took care of most of it but not all. The bank was going to take the place if I didn’t pay up.” “You didn’t have to do this. We would have given you the money,” screamed Susan. “And put you and Jim at odds with one another. No. I couldn’t do that!” “But you could do this!” “I never for a moment, Susan, believed that this would happen,” sobbed her mother. “Well it has! Oh, my God, Mom, Danny! Oh, God my son. My son is out there. I have to warn him.” Frantic with fear, she raced for the phone that was buried in the beside clutter. She lifted the receiver to her ear. No dial tone. “Oh God. Oh God.” “Susan, darling I’m so sorry. But you must go now!” She was about to protest that she was not going anywhere when she felt herself being pushed forward and lifted up. Time seemed to slow down and seconds crawled like minutes. She could see herself flying high over her mother’s bed with bits of glass and wood swirling in the air around her. There was no sound. None at all. Not until she hit the facing wall and she heard her own breath being knocked from her lungs. And the sound of her mother’s voice.
‘S – U – S – A – N!”