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16
the floors flew by faster as they approached home. in the darkest sections of the staircase, betweenquiet floors of people hunkered down and awaiting a return to normalcy, old hands wrapped aroundeach other and swung between two climbers, brazenly and openly, grasping each other while theirother hands slid up the cool steel of the rails.
jahns let go sporadically only to check that her walking stick was secure against her back or tograb marnes’s canteen from his pack and take a sip. they had taken to drinking each other’s water, itbeing easier to reach across than around one’s own back. there was a sweetness to it as well,carrying the sustenance another needed and being able to provide and reciprocate in a perfectlyequitable relationship. it was a thing worth dropping hands for. momentarily, at least.
jahns finished a sip, screwed on the metal cap with its dangling chain, and replaced it in his outerpouch. she was dying to know if things would be different once they got back. they were onlytwenty floors away. an impossible distance yesterday now seemed like something that could slipaway without her noticing. and as they arrived, would familiar surroundings bring familiar roles?
would last night feel more and more like a dream? or would old ghosts return to haunt them both?
she wanted to ask these things but talked of trivialities instead. when would jules, as she insistedthey call her, be ready for duty? what case files did he and holston have open that needed tending tofirst? what concession would they make to keep it happy, to calm down bernard? and how wouldthey handle peter billings’s disappointment? what impact would this have on hearings he might oneday preside over as judge?
jahns felt butterflies in her stomach as they discussed these things. or perhaps it was the nerves ofall she wanted to say but couldn’t. these topics were as numerous as grains of dust in the outside air,and just as likely to dry her mouth and still her tongue. she found herself drinking more and morefrom his canteen, her own water making noises at her back, her stomach lurching with every landing,each number counting down toward the conclusion of their journey, an adventure that had been acomplete success in so many ways.
to start with, they had their sheriff: a fiery girl from the down deep who seemed every bit asconfident and inspiring as marnes had intimated. jahns saw her kind as the future of the silo. peoplewho thought long-term, who planned, who got things done. there was a precedent of sheriffs runningfor mayor. she thought juliette would eventually make a fine choice.
and speaking of running, the trip had fired up her own goals and ambitions. she was excitedabout the upcoming elections, however unopposed she might be, and had even dreamed up dozens ofshort speeches during the climb. she saw how things could run better, how she could perform herduties more diligently, and how the silo could have new life breathed into old bones.
but the biggest change was whatever had grown between herself and marnes. she had even begunto suspect, just in the last hours, that the real reason for his never taking a promotion was because ofher. as deputy, there was enough space between them to contain his hope, his impossible dream ofholding her. as sheriff, it couldn’t happen: too much conflict of interest, too much his immediatesuperior. this theory of hers contained a powerful sadness and an awe-inspiring sweetness. shesqueezed his hand as she thought about this theory, and it filled her with a deep hollowness, a crampin her gut at all he had silently sacrificed, a massive debt to live up to no matter what happened next.
they approached the landing to the nursery and had no plans for stopping to see juliette’s father,to urge him to receive his daughter on the way up, but jahns changed her mind as she felt her bladderbeg for release.
“i’ve got to go pretty bad,” she told marnes, embarrassed like a child to admit she couldn’t hold it.
her mouth was dry and her stomach churning from so much fluid, and maybe from the fear of gettinghome. “i wouldn’t mind seeing juliette’s father, either,” she added.
marnes’s mustache bent up at the corners with the excuse. “then we should stop,” he said.
the waiting room was empty, the signs reminding them to be quiet. jahns peered through theglass partition and saw a nurse padding through the dark corridor toward her, a frown becoming aslight smile of recognition.
“mayor,” she whispered.
“i’m sorry not to have wired ahead, but i was hoping to see dr. nichols. and possibly use yourrestroom?”
“of course.” she buzzed the door and waved them through. “we’ve had two deliveries since youlast stopped by. things have been crazy with this generator mess—”
“power holiday,” marnes said, correcting her, his voice gruff and louder than theirs.
the nurse shot him a look but nodded as if this was duly noted. she took two robes from the racksand held them out, told them to leave their stuff by her desk.
in the waiting room, she waved toward the benches and said she would find the doctor. “thebathrooms are through there.” she pointed at a door, the old sign painted on its surface nearly wornclean away.
“i’ll be right back,” jahns told marnes. she fought the urge to reach out and squeeze his hand, asnormal as that dark and hidden habit had lately become.
the bathroom was almost completely devoid of light. jahns fumbled with an unfamiliar lock onthe stall door, cursed under her breath as her stomach churned noisily, then finally threw the stallopen and hurried to sit down. her stomach felt like it was on fire as she relieved herself. the mixtureof welcomed release and the burn of having held it too long left her unable to breathe. she went forwhat felt like forever, remained sitting as her legs shook uncontrollably, and realized she had pushedherself too hard on the climb up. the thought of another twenty levels mortified her, made her insidesfeel hollow with dread. she finished and moved over to the adjoining toilet to splash herself clean,then dried herself with one of the towels. she flushed both units to cycle the water. it all requiredfumbling in the darkness, unfamiliar as she was with the spacing and location that were second naturein her apartment and office.
she staggered out of the bathroom on weak legs, wondering if she might need to stay one morenight, sleep in a delivery bed, wait until the morning to make the climb to her office. she could barelyfeel her legs as she pulled open the door and returned to marnes in the waiting room.
“better?” he asked. he sat on one of the family benches, a space left conspicuously beside him.
jahns nodded and sat heavily. she was breathing in shallow pants and wondered if he’d find her weakif she admitted she couldn’t go any further that day.
“jahns? you okay?”
marnes leaned forward. he wasn’t looking at her, he was looking toward the ground. “jahns.
what the hell just happened?”
“lower your voice,” she whispered.
he screamed instead.
“doctor!” he yelled. “nurse!”
a form moved beyond the dusky glass of the nursery. jahns laid her head back against the seatcushion, trying to form the words on her lips, to tell him to keep it down.
“jahns, sweetheart, what did you do?”
he was holding her hand, patting the back of it. he shook her arm. jahns just wanted to sleep.
there was the slapping of footsteps running their way. lights turned up forbiddingly bright. a nurseyelled something. there was the familiar voice of juliette’s father, a doctor. he would give her a bed.
he would understand this exhaustion …
there was talk of blood. someone was examining her legs. marnes was crying, tears falling intohis white mustache, peppered with black. he was shaking her shoulders, looking her in the eye.
“i’m okay,” jahns tried to say.
she licked her lips. so dry. mouth so damned dry. she asked for water. marnes fumbled for hiscanteen, brought it to her lips, splashing water against and into her mouth.
she tried to swallow but couldn’t. they were stretching her out on the bench, the doctor touchingher ribs, shining a light in her eyes. but things were getting darker anyway.
marnes clutched the canteen in one hand, smoothed her hair back with the other. he wasblubbering. so sad for some reason. so much more energy than her. she smiled at him and reachedfor his hand, a miraculous effort. she held his wrist and told him that she loved him. that she had foras long as she could remember. her mind was tired, loosening its grip on her secrets, mouthing themto him as tears flowed down his face.
she saw his eyes, bright and wrinkled, peering down at her, then turning to the canteen in hishand.
the canteen that he had carried.
the water, she realized, the poison meant for him.
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