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e pumpkin pie; she counted every piece of candy; then started over again at one hundred。
〃I've never seen a Halloween like this;〃 said the Captain。 〃Look at all that loot。〃
〃That means the people loved Madeline;〃 his wife declared。
Down on the floor with her candy; Tara smiled broadly。
Ever since Tara had moved in with them; the Captain and his wife had grown younger。 The framed pictures of their own daughter…dressed for prom; on a river rafting trip; holding a fish; standing beside a Navy jet in her flight suit…had been crowded out by Tara's artwork。 Tara filled their quiet with songs。 There was life in the house again。
〃。。。eight; nine; ten。。。。〃 Tara was dividing her bounty between five dolls; who sat side by side along the wall。 She kept sneaking looks at Nathan Lee。 Miranda nudged him with mock jealousy。
Nathan Lee was happy tonight; and also sad。 He didn't say what he was thinking; that Los Alamos was starting to face up to its end。 Thiswas the best Halloween ever; but for a reason。 The great pretending had begun。 He'd seen it last summer in towns across America; the grownups beguiling their children; making believe the good times had no end。
* * *
NOVEMBER UNFOLDED。 Since the halt to trucking in August; the citizens had grown steadily shabbier; their sleeves and collars more frayed and greasy by the day。 Stores displayed more empty shelves。 European…style kiosks sold oldNewsweek andThe Observer andScientific American magazines。 Yellowed copies of theNew York Times dated back to the 1990s。 Used bookstores flourished。
It was basketball season。 Every Friday night the stands were packed as Los Alamos's two high schools vied in lively; if redundant; petition。 The city continued to swim in electricity thanks to their nuclear reactor plant。 Street and porch lights stayed on all night。
It was as if the city were floating in air。
Then one morning; they woke to find themselves besieged。
Overnight; the few hundred pilgrims along the Rio Grande swelled to twenty thousand。 A day later; they were thirty thousand。 The citizens of Los Alamos were appalled。 These were plague victims at their doorstep。 Cavendish helpfully declared this was the beginning of the end。
Curiously; the generals did nothing。 Even more curiously; their restraint calmed the city。 It seemed to enunciate their power。 Remembering that the pilgrims had been dispersed once before; people decided they could be dispersed again。 For now; so long as the horde stayed on its own side of the river; they were left alone。
These new pilgrims coiled down through the wine country by the thousands; through old villages wheresantoses were still carved from the heart of cottonwoods and the cemeteries dated back to Spanish colonial times。 They streamed in from the deserts of Texas and Mexico; and south from mountain fortresses bunkered upon ski mountains and in extinct gold mines in Colorado and Utah; and out from tornado shelters and missile silos and train tunnels。 Wherever they had been hiding; they emerged。 Slouching toward the city of light。
Remote surveillance cameras watched them day and night。 It helped ease the city's anxiety that the vagabond camp resembled old; fabled hippie munes; right down to their guitars; soup lines; andagape。 They showed no inclination to violence。 To the contrary; they signaled their desire for peace。 They knew they were being watched。 Some had relatives within Los Alamos。 They held up signs to the cameras across the river with people's names; or with peace signs; or with references to scripture。
The Rio was their Jordan。 They pitched their tents on soil painted orange with Vietnam…era poison。 They were explicit about their intent to remain along the river banks。 They wanted a miracle; not bloodshed。
It was a plague camp down there。 Satellite photos showed a great red tumor along the eastern banks of the river。 The plasma rods for detecting deposition gases read off the scale。 Downstream; the Rio ran hot with virus。
By Thanksgiving; their camp was two miles long and growing。 Military intelligence estimated their numbers at nearly a hundred thousand。 In another week; they would be double that。 The high…altitude photos taken at night were most telling。 You could see their candles and fires reaching backwards in long thick veins that forked and thinned and forked again and became capillaries and finally just dots of light at their distant origins。 They were the last of their kind。 America was ing to celebrate Christmas。
As the days passed by; the pilgrims asked for nothing。 At night; their campfires turned the valley red。 The pilgrims who arrived healthy were quickly infected。 They didn't seem to mind。 Christ had arisen at Los Alamos。
Miranda convoked an emergency session with the generals and lab directors。
〃We should have evacuated while it was still possible;〃 cried a scientist。
〃The time is not right;〃 a general responded。
〃What are you waiting for?〃 an administrator demanded。 〃They'll outnumber us two to one in a week。〃
〃Four to one in two weeks;〃 someone added。 〃How are we supposed to do our work with people dying down there?〃
〃We're monitoring the situation;〃 the general told them。 The generals sat side by side; hands folded; inscrutable。 They were serene。 Nathan Lee was perplexed。 They didn't seem to care。
〃They could e storming up here any minute。 You're supposed to be protecting us。〃
〃The situation is under control;〃 the general said。
〃They're a clear and present danger;〃 someone protested。
A minister from one of the local churches tapped on his microphone。 He was an older man with a cloud of white hair and highlander sideburns。 He leaned forward。 〃They are the lilies of the field;〃 he said。
People waited impatiently。
〃They're hungry and thirsty;〃 the minister continued。 〃Christians in need。〃
〃They're carriers;〃 a woman barked at him。 〃They're already dead。 We have to break them up before it's too late。 How will we ever be able to evacuate with them blocking the highway?〃
The generals looked like a row of Buddhas; not a worry。 〃When the time es;〃 one said; 〃we will part the waters。〃
〃What's that supposed to mean?〃
The general smiled。 〃Just Bible talk。〃 He offered no other explanations。
〃Feed them;〃 the minister argued。 〃We have plenty。 Give them the bread of life。〃
〃And encourage more to e?〃 someone said。
〃They e in peace;〃 said the minister。 He sounded like an old movie;The Day the Earth Stood Still。
〃They may have e in peace;〃 a woman said; 〃but they'll never leave that way。 They've e too far with nothing to lose。 They have nowhere to return to。 They're contaminating each other。 They're never going home。 They've got Los Alamos in their sights。〃
〃Show them mercy;〃 said the minister; 〃and they will do the same。〃
They heckled him。 〃You're out of your tree; reverend。〃
Miranda intervened。 She looked at the generals。 〃What do you remend?〃
The generals put their hands over their microphones and spoke among themselves。 They nodded their heads。 Finally one general spoke。 〃We're better off knowing where they are than trying to figure out where they're hiding。 Let them e。 All of them。 As long as they don't cross the river; we're safe。〃
〃You're not going to do anything?〃 a molecular engineer plained。 〃Strafe them。〃 People booed his suggestion。 〃I mean along the edges;〃 he qualified。 〃Drop a few bombs on our side of the valley。 Shake them up。 Back them off。〃
〃We're not in the business of bluffing;〃 said the general。
〃But we have to do something。〃
〃We will watch and wait。 And feed them;〃 said the general。
〃What!〃
The minister closed his eyes in thanksgiving。
〃The reverend has a good idea。 It works in our favor;〃 the general continued。 〃Give them food and supplies。 Keep them in place。〃
〃You sound like peaceniks out of Santa Fe;〃 said a lab chief。 〃Love and charity。 They're an army gathering down there。 I've seen guns and rogue soldiers on the remote cams。 Every day they're getting stronger。〃
The general hunched upon the table and his shoulders were like wings。 〃Everyday they get weaker;〃 he clarified。 〃If they sit there long enough; they'll die off by themselves。〃
They considered that。 Their charity would be their weapon。 It satisfied them。 Deeply。
And so they began to feed their enemy。
32
Penitentes
DECEMBER
It was that time of year when little girls and boys became sugar plum fairies and mice。 The Bolshoi's second annual presentation ofThe Nutcracker was right around the corner。 The remnants of the Denver symphony dug up its Tchaikovsky。 A famous Broadway producer who had taken shelter here warred with a famous Hollywood producer over the staging; lights; and credit。
Wreaths of evergreen boughs appeared。 The trees in the park sprouted red bows and Styrofoam candycanes。 Thousands offarolitos lined the walkways; paper bags weighted with sand and each holding a candle。 Nathan Lee didn't think there could be so many candles left in all of Los Alamos。 Like the children at school; Tara learned about Hanukah and dreidels; Kwanzaa; the baby Jesus in a manger; and Santa。 She was kept at home; of course; a shy girl still given to dark outbursts。 Thanks to the Captain's old record collection; she was crooning carols from Perry o。
Researchers showed up for work with pink cheeks and thick sweaters。 The microwaves smelled like apple cider。 In lieu of mistletoe; a few red chilies hung over office doors。 Out came the beakers of home…brew lovingly distilled in lab glassware。 Everyone was determined not to have the holiday spoiled。
And yet the invaders were there。
In the space of a few weeks; the plague camp along the Rio had grown to epic proportions。 Earlier military estimates were off by magnitudes of ten。 There were nearly a million people down there; with more on the way; America's last spasm of colonial movement; bony and wind…chapped; squatting on the edge of Oz。 From the air; they looked like a great migratory herd of animals。 Or Woodstock。
The city resented their siege。 Weren't the scientists working night and day to find a cure for them? Didn't the people of Los Alamos deserve their own Christmas; one free of the primal Christ lurking in those fevered imaginations below? They were li