Mindy McGinnis - In a Handful of Dust

Maddy died hard.

The polio that had hobbled her hours before swept through her torso and stilled her movements. Only her pupils could convey the panic as her lungs collapsed. Her chest stopped rising and falling, but Maddys eyes rolled from Lucys face to the ceiling and back again for a few minutes after, clouding with confusion. Finally they were still. A rattle chased Maddys last breath out of her throat as Lucy held her friends hand.

Vera leaned across the bed to loosen her granddaughters grip. Shes gone, sweetheart. You can let go now.

Are you sure?

Veras capable fingers closed around Maddys wrist, but she nodded before checking for a pulse. You need to go wash up.

Use the boiled water, Lynn said. She was standing at the foot of the bed, her arms crossed in front of her.

I know, Lucy said tightly, her throat still slick with tears. Lynns eyes flicked away from Maddy to touch on Lucy, and they softened slightly.

Knowing and doing are two different things. Use the boiled water, then come back here. Her eyes went back to the corpse, and her brow furrowed. We need to talk.

Lucy walked out of the stifling cabin and then down to the creek, grateful for the blast of fresh night air. She knelt by the flowing water and splashed her face free of tear tracks. A strong hand pulled her away from the water and she yelped, landing on her backside on the muddy bank.

Whatd Lynn say to you? A stern voice came out of the darkness. She told you to use the boiled water and first thing you do is come down here and stick your face in the crick.

Scaring me onto my ass is a hell of a way to remind me, Lucy said, drying her hands on her pants. You were outside?

Dont have much else of a place to go. When your grandmas tending the sick, I like to be nearby to help, what little I can do. He put his hand out, helping her from the ground. I didnt mean to be so rough with you. Not an easy night for the living.

Lucy leaned into him, inhaling his comforting smell, familiar all these years. Clean air and fresh dirt lingered around him, and she felt stray tears slip down her cheeks.

Not easy for the dead either, she said. She was looking at me, those big eyes of hers full of fear like nothing Ive ever seen before, and all I could do was sit there, Stebbs, and The spreading stillness that had clamped onto Maddys body seemed to have found Lucys tongue. I heard the rattle, like Lynn always says you do. Then she passed, and everything was quiet.

Stebbs tucked her head into his chest, and they walked back toward the cabin he shared with Vera. True enough, theres those that go that way. But in the silence you know theyve gone. Something is missing.

Lucy nodded her understanding. Though shed asked Vera if she was sure, the wrongness of Maddys eyes had already answered the question. I imagine youll be needing another mattress, Lucy said, wiping her nose.

Veras reputation as a healer had spread beyond the boundaries of the small community; people traveled hundreds of miles to bring their sick to her door. Too often they died inside her walls, in her bed. Then anything the dead touched was condemned to flame.

The door to the cabin opened and Lynn stepped out, Maddys body shrouded in a sheet and curled in her strong arms. She spotted Lucy and Stebbs. You want me to wait for you?

Lucy nodded, and Stebbs gave her a quick squeeze on the shoulder before releasing her. Dont let her know I used the stream, she whispered into his ear. Ill never hear the end of it.

Ill keep quiet on that count, he said. But from now on out, you mind her.

A breeze kicked through the tree branches above them, heavy with budding leaves. Lucy crossed her arms against the chill, grateful when Stebbs took off his jacket and handed it to her.

You go on, he said. Shell be in a hurry to get rid of the body.

Vera came to the door of the cabin, her silhouette backlit from the candles within. Stebbs, she called into the darkness, Im going to need you in here.

Other people have come here to die. Weve burned and buried plenty, Lucy said, as he zipped the coat up for her, flipping up the collar against her neck. But this is bad, isnt it?

Yeah, little one, he sighed. Im afraid this one will be different.

Maddy had never been a large girl, but the deep blackness of the pit Lynn tossed her in made a mockery of the white sheet, reducing it to a pale smudge in the lingering light.

Sorry about that, Lynn said, after the body hit the ground. Theres no nice way to get her down in there.

Lucy shrugged. S okay, she said, but the awkward angle of the body, dead or not, hurt her heart. Lynns hand, crusted with dirt, rested on Lucys shoulder and she reached up to take it.

As a child Lucy had believed Lynn could protect her from everything, call down the rain, and keep the coyotes at bay. Lynn had done all these things, but her face was grim at the thought of a threat she couldnt fight with her gun.

So it was polio?

Your grandma thinks so, Lynn answered. Seems theres different types, some worse than others. She wants to talk to us about it, when were through here.

Lucy looked back at the crumpled white bundle. Right, she said. When were through here.

You gonna be okay with this? Its different when its one of your own.

Sounds like maybe its something I need to get used to, Lucy said.

Lynn reached for the gas can at her side, dousing the body from the edge of the pit before tossing the match, her mouth a thin line. No getting used to it.

The black pillar of smoke rose behind them as they walked to Veras cabin to find Maddys mother cringing on a stool in the corner.

I need to know when she first got sick, Vera was saying. Think hard about anything she said to you about feeling poorly.

Monica had stayed away from Maddys bed as she died, unable to handle the sight of her only daughter smothering to death. Now her gaze was stuck to a spot on the floor, as if she might find answers in the pine knots there. When she finally spoke, her wisp of a voice was nearly lost in the creaking of the branches outside. Sometime yesterday, maybe.

Maddy and her brother, Carter, made no secret of their mothers fearfulness. Carter had told Lucy once that even during good times Monica looked for the bad to come, and during the bad she was more likely to hide than face it. Now Monicas shoulders seemed to slump under the weight of blame.

Lucy approached her friends mother cautiously, as if she were a half-wild kitten discovered in the grass. You dont have to feel bad about not knowing she was sick. Even if youd brought her sooner, it wouldnt have helped.

Thats true, Vera said. Theres no cure for polio, and this strain moved quickly. Thats why I need to know when things first went wrong. If the incubation period is as fast as I fear, we dont have much time.

Behind her, Lucy heard Stebbs mutter to Lynn, If its as fast as Vera thinks it is, times already run out.

Lucy moved closer to Monica, took the womans trembling hand. How bad off was she when you brought her?

Pretty bad. Monica sniffled, and a runner of snot was sucked back into her nostril. When she came back from swimming with you and Carter, she said she had a headache. But its the first real hot times of the spring, and her diving into the cold water, I didnt think much of it.

What was the first indication it was more? Vera asked.

She woke up in the night, crying something awful. Carter and me, we came running. Monica used Lucys sleeve to wipe away the fresh tears coursing out of her eyes. She was having spasms, and she thought it was a charley horse, you know? So she got out of bed to walk it off, and sheshe