“Can’t rightly say, Luke. And I don’t rightly care. That ain’t our worry. What I do know is that our little sinkhole is gonna be a lot deeper without all that sand. And that just may mean that the lights’ll be brighter than ever. When the time comes maybe someone can even look down into that hole and see where they’re comin’ from.”

“Who’s gonna do that?” Luke said.

Semelee kept her eyes on the rim of the deepening hole. “Me.”

Luke grabbed her arm. “Uh-uh! You ain’t! That’s crazy! I won’t let you!”

She let Luke have sex with her once in a while when she felt the need, and that probably was a mistake. She’d told him flat out from the git-go that it didn’t mean nothin’, that they was just now-and-again fuck buddies and that was all there was to it, but she’d probably made a mistake lettin’ it get started. Still, every so often she needed to get laid and Luke was the least ugly of anyone else in the clan. Trouble was, it let him feel like he owed her, like he had to protect her or somethin’.

If anyone needed protectin’, it wasn’t her.

“You got nothin’ to say about it, Luke,” Semelee told him as she wrenched her arm free of his grasp. “Now lemme be. I gotta get to town.”

“What for?”

She flashed him a sly smile. “I’m joinin’ the nursin’ profession.”

He shook his head. “What? Why?”

Semelee felt the smile melt away in a blaze of anger. “To finish your half-assed job from the other night!”

3

As Jack stepped out of the elevator on the hospital’s third floor, he spied Dr. Huerta waiting to get in.

“Any change in my father?”

She shook her head. “Stable, but still level seven.”

“How long can this go on?” he said. “I mean, before we start thinking about feeding tubes and all that?”

She stepped into the elevator. “That’s a bit premature. I know it must seem like a long time to you, but it’s been less than seventy-two hours. The IVs are perfectly adequate for now.”

“But—”

The elevator doors slid shut.

Jack walked down the hall to his father’s room, wondering if Anya would be there. He’d stopped by her place before leaving this morning, threading his way through the gizmos crowding her lawn, to offer her a ride to the hospital if she needed it. But she hadn’t answered his knocks.

Normally that wouldn’t have bothered him, but with old folks…well, you never knew. She could have had a stroke or something. Jack had peered through the front door glass but hadn’t seen anyone on the floor or slumped in a chair. Then he’d remembered Oyv. The little dog would have been barking up a storm by then if he’d been around.