Behind the growing crowd, on both shoulders of 119, the police—a dozen mostly new officers led by Henry Morrison—park with their flashers throbbing. The last two police cars are late arriving, because Henry ordered them to fill their trunks with containers of water from the spigot at the Fire Department, where, he has discovered, the generator is not only working but looks good to go for another couple of weeks. There's nowhere near enough water—a foolishly meager amount, in fact, given the size of the crowd—but it's the best they can do. They'll save it for the folks who faint in the sun. Henry hopes there won't be many, but he knows there will be some, and he curses Jim Rennie for the lack of preparation. He knows it's because Rennie doesn't give a damn, and to Henry's mind that makes the negligence worse.
He has ridden out with Pamela Chen, the only one of the new 'special deputies' he completely trusts, and when he sees the size of the crowd, he tells her to call the hospital. He wants the ambulance out here, standing by. She comes back five minutes later with news Henry finds both incredible and completely unsurprising. One of the patients answered the phone at reception, Pamela says—a young woman who came in early this morning with a broken wrist. She says all the medical personnel is gone, and the ambulance is gone, too.
'Well, that's just great,' Henry says. 'I hope your first aid skills are up to snuff, Pammie, because you may have to use them.'
'I can give CPR,' she says.
'Good.' He points to Joe Boxer, the Eggo-loving dentist. Boxer is wearing a Hue armband and self-importandy waving people to either side of the road (most pay no attention). 'And if someone gets a toothache, that self-important prick can pull it for them.'
'If they've got the cash to pay' Pamela says. She has had experience of Joe Boxer, when her wisdom teeth came in. He said something about 'trading one service for another' while eying her breasts in a way she didn't care for at all.
'I think there's a Red Sox hat in the back of my car,' Henry says. 'If so, would you take it over there?' He points to the woman Ollie has already noticed, the one with the bareheaded baby. 'Put it on the kid and tell that woman she's an idiot.'
'Ill take the hat but I won't tell her any such thing,' Pamela says quietly. 'That's Mary Lou Costas. She's seventeen, she's been married for a year to a trucker who's almost twice her age, and she's probably hoping he comes to see her.'
Henry sighs. 'She's still an idiot, but I guess at seventeen we all are.'
And still they come. One man appears to have no water, but he is carrying a large boombox that's blaring WCIK gospel. Two of his friends are unfurling a banner.The words on it are flanked by gigantic, clumsily drawn Q-Tips. PLEASE RES-Q US, the sign reads.
'This is going to be bad,' Henry says, and of course he is right, but he has no idea how bad.
The growing crowd waits in the sun. The ones with weak bladders wander into the underbrush west of the road to pee. Most get scratched up before finding relief. One overweight woman (Mabel Alston; she also suffers from what she calls the dia-betties) sprains her ankle and lies there hollering until a couple of men come over and get her on her remaining good foot. Lennie Meechum, the town postmaster (at least until this week, when delivery of the U.S. mail was canceled for the foreseeable future), borrows a cane for her.Then he tells Henry that Mabel needs a ride back to town. Henry says he can't spare a car. She'll have to rest in the shade, he says.
Lennie waves his arms at both sides of the road. 'In case you didn't notice, it's cow-pasture on one side and brambles on the other. No shade to speak of
Henry points to the Dinsmore dairy barn.'Plenty of shade there.'
'It's a quarter of a mile away!' Lennie says indignantly.
It's an eighth of a mile at most, but Henry doesn't argue. 'Put her in the front seat of my car.'
'Awful hot in the sun,' Lennie says. 'She'll need the fac'try air.'
Yes, Henry knows she'll need the air-conditioning, which means running the motor, which means burning gasoline.There's no shortage of that right now—assuming they can pump it out of the tanks at the Gas & Grocery, that is—and he supposes they'll have to worry about later later.
'Key's in the ignition,' he says. 'Turn it to low cool, do you understand?'
Lennie says he does and heads back to Mabel, but Mabel's not ready to move, although sweat is pouring down her cheeks and her face is bright red. 'I didn't go yet!' she bawls. 'I got to go\'
Leo Lamoine, one of the new officers, strolls up to Henry. This is company Henry could do without; Leo has the brain of a turnip. 'How'd she get out here, sport?' he asks. Leo Lamoine is the kind of man who calls everyone 'sport.'
'I don't know, but she did,' Henry says wearily. He's getting a headache. 'Round up some women to take her behind my police car and hold her up while she piddles.'
'Which ones, sport?'
'Big ones,' Henry says, and walks away before the sudden strong urge to punch Leo Lamoine in the nose can overpower him.
'What kind of police force is this?' a woman asks as she and four others escort Mabel to the rear of unit Three, where Mabel will pee while holding onto the bumper, the others standing in front of her for modesty's sake.
Thanks to Rennic and Randolph, your fearless leaders, the unprepared kind, Henry would like to reply, but he doesn't. He knows his mouth got him into trouble the night before, when he spoke in favor of Andrea Grinnell's being heard. What he says is:'The only one you've got.'
To be fair, most people are, like Mabel's female honor guard, more than willing to help one another. Those who have remembered to bring water share it with those who did not, and most drink sparingly. There are idiots in every crowd, though, and those in this one pig the water freely and without thought. Some folks munch cookies and crackers that will leave them thirstier later on. Mary Lou Costas's baby begins to cry fretfully beneath the Red Sox cap, which is much too big for her. Mary Lou has brought a bottle of water, and she now begins to dab the baby's overheated cheeks and neck with it. Soon the bottle will be empty.
Henry grabs Pamela Chen and again points to Mary Lou. 'Take that bottle and fill it from what we brought,' he says. 'Try not to let too many people see you, or it'll all be gone before noon.'
She does as told, and Henry thinks, There's one at least who might actually make a good smalltown cop, if she ever wanted the job.
Nobody bothers to watch where Pamela is going. That's good. When the buses come, these folks will forget all about being hot and thirsty, for a while. Of course, after the visitors go… and with a long walk back to town staring them in the face…