Daryl Gregory - The Devils Alphabet

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D EL!

Lew, My Very Bigger Brother, bellowing from the other end of the atrium. His wife, Amra, shook her head in mock embarrassment. This was part of their shtick: Lew was loud and embarrassing, Amra was socially appropriate.

Lew met me halfway across the floor and grabbed me in a hug, his gut hitting me like a basketball. Hed always been bigger than me, but now he was six inches taller and a hundred pounds heavier. Jesus Christ! he said. What took you so long? The board said your flight got in an hour ago. His beard was bushier than when Id last seen him a year and a half ago, but it had still failed to colonize the barren patches between ear and chin.

Sorry about thatsomething about four bags of heroin up my ass. Hey, Amra.

Hello, Del.

I hugged her briefly. She smelled good as always. Shed cut her long, shiny black hair into something short and professional.

Lew grabbed the strap from my shoulder and tried to take it from me. I got it, I said.

Come on, you look like you havent slept in a week. He yanked it from me. Shit, this is heavy. How many more bags do you got?

Thats it.

What are you, a fuckin hobo? Okay, we have to take a shuttle to the parking garage. Follow me. He charged ahead with the duffel on his back.

Did you hear there was a demon in the airport? Amra said.

I was there. They wouldnt let us out of the terminal until he was gone. So what happened to the Cher hair?

Oh She made a gesture like shooing a fly. Too much. You saw it? Which one was itnot the Kamikaze? The news tracked them by name, like hurricanes. Most people went their whole lives without seeing one in person. Id seen fivesix, counting todays. Im lucky that way.

The Painter, I think. At least, it was making a picture.

Lew glanced back, gave Amra a look. He wanted her to stop talking about it. Probably a faker, Lew said. Theres a possession conference going on downtown next week. The townll be full of posers.

I dont think this guy was faking, I said. That mad grin. That wink. Afterward he was just crushed. Totally confused.

I wonder if he even knows how to draw, Amra said.

The tram dropped us at a far parking lot, and then we shivered in the wind while Lew unlocked the car and loaded my duffel into the tiny trunk.

It was new, a bulbous silver Audi that looked futuristic and fast. I thought of my own car, crumpled like a beer can, and tried not to be jealous. The Audi was too small for Lew anyway. He enveloped the steering wheel, elbows out, like he was steering with his stomach. His seat was pushed all the way back, so I sat behind Amra. Lew flew down 294, swearing at drivers and juking between lanes. I should have been used to Lews driving by then, but the speed and erratic turns had me gripping the back of Amras seat. I grew up in the suburbs, but every time I came back to Chicago I experienced traffic shock. We were forty minutes from downtown, and there were four crammed lanes on each side of the road, and everyone moving at 70 mph. It was worse than Denver.

So what have you been doing with yourself? Lew asked. You dont call, you dont write, you dont send flowers

We missed you at Christmas, Amra said.

See, Lew? From Amra, that actually means she missed me at Christmas. From you or Mom that would have meant How could you have let us down like that?

Then she said it wrong.

Theyd only been married for a year and a half, but theyd been dating on and offmostly onsince college. So when are you guys going to settle down and make Mom some multiracial grandbabies? The Cyclops has gotta be demanding a little baby action.

Amra groaned. Do you have to call her that? And youre changing the subject.

Yeah, Lew said. Back to your faults as a son and brother. What have you been up to?

Well, thats a funny story.

Lew glanced at me in the rearview mirror. Amra turned in her seat to face me, frowning in concern.

Jeez, guys. I forced a smile. Can you at least let me segue into this?

What is it? Amra said.

Its not a big deal. I had a car accident in November, went through a guardrail in the snow, and then

Lew snorted in surprise. Were you drunk?

Fuck you. The road was icy, and I just hit the curve too fast and lost control. I went through the rail, and then the car started flipping. My gut tightened, remembering that jolt. My vision had gone dark as I struck the rail, and Id felt myself pitching forward, as if I were being sucked into a black well. I ended up at the bottom of a ravine, upside down, and I couldnt get my seatbelt undone. I left out the caved-in roof, the icy water running through the car, my blind panic. I just hung there until the cops got me out.

Werent you hurt? Amra asked.

I shrugged. My arms were scraped up, and my back was killing me, but that turned out to be just a pulled muscle. They kept me in the hospital for a day, and then they let me go. And afterward well, all in all I was pretty lucky.

Lucky? Lew said. Why do people say that? You get a tumor, and if it turns out that you can operate on it, people say, gee, that was lucky. No, lucky is not getting cancer. Lucky is not getting cancer, then finding ten bucks in your shoe.

Are you done? Amra said.

He totaled his car. Hes not that lucky.

Amra shook her head. You were about to say something else, Del. What happened after the accident?

Yeah, afterward. I suddenly regretted bringing it up. Id thought I could practice on Lew and Amra, get ready for the main event with Mom. Amra looked at me expectantly.

After the accident, I had some, well, complications, and I needed to go to a different kind of hospital.

Amra frowned in concern. Lew said, Holy shit, you mean like One-Flew-Over different?

Amra shushed him. Are you okay? The tiny cabin and the high seat between us made the space simultaneously intimate and insulating.