Blink of an Eye: Beginnings Series Book 8 Page 14

“Ellen Slagel.”

  “No way?” Danny smiled a crocked smile. “Another Slagel?”

  “I inherited the name through marriage.”

  “No way?” Danny turned his head back. “Robbie, is this your wife?”

  “Nope. Sex partner, not wife.”

  Danny snickered at Ellen’s gasp. “He’s funny.” He looked at Joe. “Joe, is she your wife?”

  “No!” Joe snapped so offended. “Christ, she shot me. If I didn’t think of her as a daughter, she would be the last person I’d marry.”

  Danny closed into Ellen, motioning his head up to Frank. “Him? The big guy? That’s your husband?”

  “Hey!” Frank yelled. “What’s wrong with me?”

  Ellen snickered. “Used to be. We’re split up.”

  “Oh yeah?” Danny smiled at that.

  “He wanted his name back. He was really mean.”

  “El!” Frank yelled. “I think you’re done picking up that shit. You can get up from your private floor party.”

  Ellen lifted the box and stood at the same time as Danny. “I guess I’ll show you around Containment. I work there. I run it.”

  “Great.” Danny moved his head into Ellen and sniffed. “You smell like a woman.”

  “Wait a second.” She grabbed his shirt and pulled him back. “You smell good too.”

  “Cologne. I always wear cologne.”

  “Oh, that is so great.” Ellen side-handed the box to Frank and he grunted. “No man here wears cologne. And ... great hair.”

  “Thanks.” Danny stepped back. “Wow, a woman.”

  “Haven’t you seen a woman in a while?”

  “No. Over a year.”

  “I must look pretty good to you.” She snickered. “I bet Jenny Matoose would look good to you. So you haven’t seen a woman in over a year?”

  “No, and the last time I was around one, I wasn’t allowed to speak or look at her. There aren’t many women so it’s been years since I even spoke to a woman.”

  “Oh, you can talk to me anytime.”

  “Really?”

  Ellen waved her hand. “Oh sure. I drive everyone nuts though. Be forewarned. And ...” She looked at those in the room. “Shall I walk him to Containment or are one of you three driving us there?”

  Frank jingled the keys. “I’ll drive you. Then Robbie or my Dad will come by later to do the containment explanation thing to him.”

  “I can do that.” Ellen looked at Joe. “I can do that, Joe.”

  Joe shook his head. “You don’t do it right, Ellen. You lie to the people. Me or Robbie will be there. I thought you wanted to be late today.”

  “Me?” Ellen placed her hand to her own chest. “When did I say that?”

  Joe was ready to verbally strike out at her but instead he let her go. She was being an ‘Ellen’. He lowered himself to his seat, paused, lifted up with a cringing face, and lowered himself completely. He snarled at Ellen, Robbie, and Frank who laughed. “Knock it off, you three. Robbie, go get Bentley, and Frank can take them and Ellen down.”

  “Got it, Dad.” Robbie walked by Ellen and Danny. “Dan, I’ll see you in a little while. Frank, meet you at the jeep.”

  Frank reached out for the office door, opening it. “Let’s go, El.”

  “OK, come on, Danny.” She walked ahead of him. “Is Bentley like you?”

  “I think he is.”

  “Oh good.” She paused in the door. “I have to say, I am impressed. Your clothes, your shirt, hair. You are so clean.”

  “Thanks. I think clean is important.”

  “Oh me too and you’re proof. Look at you. You wouldn’t believe the condition some people come into Beginnings in.”

  “Isn’t that wrong? Why let yourself go like that? Just because the world ended, it doesn’t mean personal hygiene should too.”

  “My thoughts exactly.” Ellen nodded.

  “El!” Frank scolded. “Today!”

  With her finger closing off her ear that rang, Ellen jolted and started walking again. “We’ll talk at Containment.”

  Frank grumbled some as they walked out. He looked at his father to say goodbye and saw the oddity of happy on his face. “Why are you smiling?”

  “Just thinking.” Joe folded his hands on his desk. “I love to get Henry. Henry is going to be so upset for a few days, not just about Danny’s ability, but all the way around.”

  Frank grinned. “He does get himself worked up.” He gave a sneaky laugh.

  “Hey, Frank. How about you finding Henry and bringing him to Containment to meet Danny? You personally find him.”

  Frank bit his bottom lip with an ornery look. “You know what, I think I will. It has been a long time since Henry was all hyper. I miss that.” Laughing, Frank walked from the office and pulled the door closed.

  Sitting at his desk, Joe knew that some would wonder why he would do that to Henry. But those same people who would wonder that, would have to realize that Joe found there was very little that amused him in Beginnings. When he saw an opportunity to be amused, Joe being the man that he was, had to seize it.

  CHAPTER SIX

  It was like a children’s game to Frank. But instead of chasing around some guy in a red-and-white striped sweater, he was chasing around a tall, lanky, long-haired Japanese man wearing tan pants and a white tee shirt. It was the ‘Where’s Henry’ game to Frank and about twenty minutes into his search, he started getting annoyed. He went to the field house. No Henry. He went to the generator building. No Henry again. He wasn’t supposed to be in town still, but Scott informed him that he had an entire list of things to do. So after listening to Scott ramble on in such a slow fashion, Frank headed into center town. Three stops was what Scott told him and Frank went to all three, saving History for last because that was where Henry had the longest task to accomplish.

  He pulled the jeep up to History, wishing it was his motorcycle. But as Frank found out during his search for Henry, his ‘out of commission’ bike hadn’t even been touched.

  He clomped his boots on the two steps, opening the door to History, and seeing Trish at her desk in her normal fashion, her nose in a book. Frank could have said ‘hello’ when she looked up, but he was already getting in a bad mood. “Why are you always reading?”

  “Why not?”

  “It’s stupid.”

  Trish slammed her book shut. “Do you have an appointment, Frank?”

  “No, I don’t have an appointment.” He saw Trish ready to talk. “I’m not here for a history lesson either. I’m looking for Henry. He’s supposed to fix your back printer.”

  “Oh yes.” Trish smiled. “It’s broken. It makes this noise when it prints up. Eek, Eek, Eek.”

  “Trish! Is he fixing it?”

  “Yes, right in the middle.”

  “Good.” Frank began to move to the back room.

  “Wait!” Trish hobbled up and stopped him. “You can’t go back there.”

  “Why not?”

  “You don’t have an appointment. Rules, you know.”

  “I don’t care about rules. I need to see Henry.”

  “Well he’s not back there,” Trish stated.

  “He’s not in the back? You said he was in the back.”

  “No I didn’t.”

  “Yes you did. You said he was fixing the printer.”

  “He is.”

  “Then he’s back there.” Frank reached for the doorknob.

  “No he isn’t, he’s gone.”

  “How can he be gone if he’s fixing your printer?”

  “He left.”

  Frank took a second and caught his breath. “You said he was right in the middle of fixing the printer.”

  “He is.”

  “Then he’s back there!”

  “No. He left in the middle of fixing the printer. He said he’d be back. He needed a part to stop it from going Eek, Eek, Eek.”

  “Then he went to Mechanics.”

  “No.” Trish shook her head.

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  “But that’s not why he left. He left because the shredder wasn’t working at Paper Division.”

  Frank grunted loudly. “Why didn’t you tell me this is the first place?”

  “You never asked.” Trish pointed and moved back to her desk. “Plus you weren’t being very nice.”

  “Like I care.” Frank stormed to the door.

  “Oh, Frank?” Trish called out to him. “Could you remind Henry that he has to look at my fax machine when he comes back?”

  “Why does he have to look at your fax machine, Trish?”

  “It’s broken. I’m not getting any faxes, you know.”

  “Oh. OK I’ll tell him.” Figuring he’d be nice and make mention of that to Henry, Frank left before Trish confused him anymore. He got back in the jeep and began to drive from town. So irritated at that moment, as soon as he cleared town, Frank reached into his pocket and lit up a cigarette. He stopped the jeep about a mile into the five-mile trip to the Industrial Section and figured he wasn’t going to waste his time pulling a surprise visit on Henry. Obviously, trying to show up unexpectedly where Henry was, only made Frank run around in circles. So he did what he avoided doing all along, he radioed out to ensure he was headed in the right direction. When Paper told him that Henry was there, Frank bluntly told them to keep Henry’s skinny ass there because if he walks in and Henry is gone, he will start shooting.

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  Henry was excited that the problem with the paper shredder ended up being a minor problem instead of something major. He debated on whether or not—though he did make the mess—to let Paper pick up the shredded mess all over the floor. After all, he did fix their machine. Seeing how he had his tools to pick up, he would leave the mess for the people who ran the division.

  Somewhere around Henry’s placing the last of his tools in his sack, guilt hit him. He couldn’t do it. For as much as he wanted to chuck his mess, the nice person in him couldn’t. So Henry, on his hands and knees, started to gather up the paper.

  He heard him enter. He knew who it was. No one in Beginnings walks that heavy except for Frank but why was he being so quiet? Henry, realizing he was up to something, and really not in the mood for Frank-games, ignored him and kept cleaning.

  A heavy sigh. A footstep toward Henry.

  Henry paused, shook his head, and swept with his hands.

  Another huff. Another sigh. A step of his boot.

  What is he up to? Henry wondered and kept cleaning.

  A very heavy huff, a ‘tsk’, a loud clearing of the throat, a sigh, and a stomp of his big foot.

  “What, Frank, what? What!” Henry turned around and stood up. “Why are you being like that?”

  “Like what?”

  “That clicking-of-your-mouth thing you’re doing and breathing.”

  “I have to breathe, Henry. We’re all human. I was just ...” Frank let out another sigh. “Watching you.”

  “Why?”

  “Feeling sorry for you.”

  “You should, Frank. I’m very busy. Robbie is running around being the protector. I’m sore, really sore, Frank, because some big ape beat me up last night. And now I’m on my hands and knees cleaning up a floor.”

  “Why don’t you get a broom?”

  “Why don’t you tell me why you’re here?”

  “To see if you want to come and meet the new Survivors. My dad is doing his orientation thing and we thought you’d like to be there.”

  “I can’t, Frank. I’m busy.”

  “Oh.” Frank nodded. “OK, I just thought that maybe you’d really want to be there.”

  “Why? I’ll bite.”

  “It’s just that ... well ... Nah.” Frank shook his head. “Never mind. My imagination. Go back and pick up your paper.” Frank began to back out.

  “What?” Henry rushed to him. “Don’t do that shit. What?” Henry leaned closer to him and sniffed loudly. “And why do you smell so strongly of cigarette smoke?”

  “Me? Fuckin Robbie was blowing in my face again. See ya.”

  “Frank. Finish.”

  “I did. I told you he was blowing the smoke in ...”

  “Frank. About me visiting the Survivors.”

  “Oh yeah.” Frank snapped his finger. “It’s just that the one is kind of attached to Ellen already. Like immediately.”

  “So, they always attach themselves to Ellen.”

  “Yeah, but this one is different. His name is uh ... Danny Boy. No, wait. Danny Joy? No, that’s not it. Oh yeah, yeah, Danny Hoi. That’s it. He’s Chinese like you.”

  “I’m Japanese, Frank.”

  “Whatever. Anyhow, this guy was different. He was really clean and together when he came in. And he, uh, he just has this talent for making things.”

  “Like what?”

  “Like a tracking device that uses the microchip to find the SUTs before they reach you. Something simple like that, no big deal.”

  Henry’s mouth dropped open. “Oh he did not make something like that.”

  “He did too. It went off before the SUT attack on Robbie, and they were able to divert the sneak attack.” Frank shrugged. “But you know that’s only one thing he makes. Probably can’t do much of anything else even though he says he has a degree in architecture and electrical engineering.”

  “He does not.” Henry got defensive. “He’s lying. All Survivors lie at first to get in.”

  “You know what? You’re probably right. We probably just believed him because he reminded us so much of you, tall, skinny, Chinese.”

  “I’m Japanese.”

  “Whatever. Hopefully Ellen will be able to see before it gets too late.”

  “Too late for what?”

  “See, she ... never mind.” Frank flung his hand. “You know me. I get jealous so easy. It’s probably just my imagination because she smelled the guy.”

  “What do you mean, ‘smelled him’?”

  “You know.” Frank leaned into Henry and sniffed. “Like that.”

  “Did he stink?”

  “Like cologne or something. At least that’s what Ellen said before, or was it after, yeah after, she told him he had great hair. No wait-wait-wait before.”

  “You’re lying, Frank,” Henry spoke so irritated.

  “I’m not, but then again, maybe it was my imagination, but after talking to you, I see I was probably wrong. But just in case, I’m heading to Containment to double check myself. That way, in case I’m not wrong, I can be there when they expose this Danny guy for who he really is. But I have to say that contraption he made looked real.”

  “Anyone can make anything look real, Frank.”

  “You’re right.” Frank backed up. “But then again, how do we know? We can’t tell that shit. We only know what he tells us. Ellen doesn’t know what he says he can do yet. She should be able to sift through the bullshit. That is if she can sift through the fact that she was impressed how clean he was. That’s what she told him when she went to Containment ... early.” Shrugging, Frank opened the door to Paper. “See ya.”

  With his mouth tightly closed and his jaw going back and forth in a shifting debate, Henry looked at the mess on the floor, looked at his tool bag, and then the just closed door. After a few seconds, Henry grabbed his tool bag and ran from Paper. “Frank, wait up.”

  Frank smiled.

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  “This room is our skills room.” Ellen walked with Danny into the large room. “Here’s where we do most of our testing and evaluating, our social skills classes and such, to prepare people for civilization again.”

  “I see.” Danny walked with his hands behind his back. “Big room.”

  “It needs to be because sometimes we have to divide up. Diane comes in and does speech therapy because a lot of people forget exactly how to speak. They sort of started their own language. Unfortunately there are only a few of us here that can understand them.”

  “You’re one of them.”


  “I work with them. I’d be pretty lost if I didn’t.”

  “So you’re close to every new person that comes in here?”

  “You can say that,” Ellen told him. “I’m the primary judge of when they get out of Containment and move into general population. We have to be careful because if we let someone out too soon, we have problems. We’ve had problems.”

  “Have you ever gotten close to someone that they have thrown out?” Danny asked.

  “Twice, but you can’t let it get to you. You have to keep thinking, ‘good of the community’. I distance myself quite a bit from the Survivors. That is, at first.”

  “Oh.” Danny dropped his head some. “So this is just a job. You really don’t take special interest?”

  “Of course I do. I love working with Survivors. Between you and me,” Ellen nudged him, “I find it rewarding and fun. But don’t spread that around. I have a reputation of being a bitch.”

  “But wouldn’t you have to have that reputation in here?” Danny quizzed. “If you came off soft, it could be dangerous. I know what’s out there.”

  “Very good.” Ellen smiled.

  “So did you work with people in the world before the plague?”

  “I was a nurse.”

  “How come you don’t work at the clinic?”

  “I do,” Ellen said, “but not much with patients. Usually just taking their blood. I have a pretty bad bedside manner. I tend to bitch when people whine. For example, we have woman named Trish who is expecting. Don’t get me wrong, Trish likes me, I think, but she specifically requested that I be nowhere near her when she is in labor or gives birth.”

  “So you’ll kind of hang in the wings?”

  “Oh hell no. I’m going to be in there every step of the way. Annoy that kid right out of her.”

  Danny laughed. “This is very nice having a conversation with someone other than Bentley.”

  “Bentley is a very bright man,” Ellen stated. “I picked something up about him, much common sense.” Ellen turned Danny from the skills room. “Shall we go back to my office and finish?”

  “Sure.” Danny followed. “So you pick things up about people?”

  “Yes, Survivors especially. I’ve worked with them so much, I can tell all about them without them telling me a thing.”