Janet Kagan - The Stubbornest Broad on Earth

Theres always one. Tell the population Mount Saint Helens is about to blow its top and they ought to evacuate and somebody will set his feet and refuse to do so. Tell the town Hurricane Andrews on its way and deadly and theyve got to head for high ground, and somebody will say, No, absolutely not. If the governments of Earth thought it would be any different this time, they had another think coming. Tell the population of a planet its got to evacuate because old Sol is about to go nova and weve all got to pick up and move outno doubt about it and several bilhon years too soonand therell still be that one.

That one was Cora Jowett. She was ninety-seven years old and admitted to every last one of them. Tiny as a bird, straight as an arrow, shed farmed all her life and she was damned if shed leave the land shed sweated over all those years.

Her kids and grandkids all had their places on the evacuation fleet, but no amount of talking from them or from the sheriff would budge her, not even if the sheriff was Harry Johnson, her favorite grandson. Shed set her feet, shed fold her arms, and shed simply say, No. This is my home. I was born here, and Ill die here.

The newspapers quickly dubbed her The Stubbornest Woman on Earth but Harry had heard his grandmother speak himself and knew the reporter had politically corrected her. Your granddaddy always said I was the stubbornest broad on Earth, shed told him, her chin high and defiant. I guess its time I proved him right. I buried his ashes under that oak that shades the front porch. Id always planned to join him there when my time was doneand Ill be damned if Ill let a little thing like a nova ruin my plans.

Shed become a cause clbre in the last few days. Preachers and movie stars and famous scientists and even the President came to speak to hereach and every one of them hoping to be the man or woman who could talk her into climbing aboard a shiny silver ship and heading out for the stars.

It amused the hell out of her. She let them all talk as long as they were willing to lend a hand to the chores. Knowing the city water would soon be gone, she made sure the old hand pump was still in good working order. Knowing shed be without electricity, she laid in kerosene for the old lamps shed brought down from the attic.

When the CEO of one of the local utility companies offered her an emergency generator, she accepted, and the entire world took this for a sign that if shed accept one technological assist maybe she could be talked around. The CEO never told anybody Cora Jowett had made him chop two weeks worth of firewood, for when the generator breaks down.

They even sent Doc Rickie. (Her real name was Fredricka Schall but by now everybody knew her face and thought they knew her personally. It was the Schall Drive that made the evacuation fleet possible and the Schall drive that made the evacuation plans go.) The reasoning went, if Doc Rickie could cajole and cozen an entire world into action, how hard could it be for her to convince the one last person?

Doc Rickie came out smilingbut shook her head at the assembled reporters. No, she said, she wont come. And that was all she said. She never told a word of the long quiet conversation theyd had between them or said a word about the three books and the family album and the seeds shed been given to take along. They weigh somewhat less than I do, the old woman had told her. She never said that Cora had given Fredricka the keeping of her children, and that Fredricka had given Cora the keeping of the last days of Earth.

When Evacuation Week began, the President of the UN himself called Harry Johnson and asked him to give it one last try. Harry had spent his summers on Grandma Jowetts farm and he knew that once Grandma had made up her mind, that was that and there was no doing anything about it, but he went to say good-bye.

She was sitting contentedly in the rocker Granddaddy Jowett had carved for her one winter long ago. Have a safe trip, she told him, as she always did. And then, quite unexpectedly, she said, I hope that new planets half as pretty as this one.

They dont even know for sure theres a planet waiting, Harry said. Be forty years before we can find out.

She said, God will provide. Then she smiled and stopped rocking for a moment. Seems to me Ive been worrying about your new home for nothing. I promise you, God will take care of it. Any god who could make Earth this glorious can surely make your new home just as glorious. Gods not likely to run out of imagination. Thats what God isthe Great Imagination. She patted his hand and resumed her contented rocking. You run along now. You mustnt miss your ship. And you give those great-grandchildren of mine all my loveshe gazed into the branches of the old oakand all Granddaddy Jowetts love too.

She sat on the porch until long after dark. The moon had risen bright and full, and every so often she caught the faint glimpse of a shadow against the coin-bright disc. One of those shadows held Harry and Milly and Seabright and all the grandchildren and the great-grandchildren. She wished them well.

When at last she went inside, she turned on the television. All of the channels had gone off the air. The radio gave her the same result but in noisier fashion. She nodded. There was no one left to run the stations now.

No one left but her. She discovered, much to her surprise, that she had one regret. Shed always wanted to see the pyramids, and now there was no flightno pilotto take her to Egypt. No use crying over spilt milk, Cora told herself, as her own grandmother had told her so many years ago.

But, on the whim, and because there was nobody to stop her, she went up to the attic and brought down a dusty pile of National Geographies to leaf through, as shed done so many times before.

She smiled as she turned the pages. A beautiful world, Earth, and shed hardly seen more of it than her own few acres. But here was proof, in glorious pictures. It occurred to her to wonder if the Evacuation Team had taken a collection of old National Geographics, for the children to leaf through on a lazy evening and to dream of faraway places just as she had.

Then she laughed: those children would see a faraway placea whole new world! She hoped someone someday would build pyramids for them as well. Surely their new world would have a desert somewhere on its face; surely someone would think of pyramids.

There was a knock at the door. Cora Jowett started violently, then rose to answer. Just like kidsprobably one of them had forgotten something and theyd had to come back for it. She poked her glasses back up and glanced around the roomwhat could they possibly have forgotten here?

The knock came again and, still clutching the issue of National Geographic with her favorite shots of the pyramids, she went to find out.

She blinked into the moonlight that fell across the porch. Perhaps shed fallen asleep on the couch, dreaming. Certainly she couldnt be awake. Three slender creatures bowed to her very politely and said, Sir or madam, your sun will go nova in approximately sixteen days of your time. We are here to take you to a place of safety.

Well, for dream creatures, they were friendly enough. She opened the door and gestured them in. Youve come too late, she told them. Theyve all left.

The dream creatures took some convincing on that count. Eventually, she made some tea and showed them the newspapers and the plans for the voyage and the civil defense instructionsshe even turned on the television and put in the tape great-granddaughter Talitha had made of all the people who talked to great-granny about coming with us, but great-granny said no. That last was Talitha herself explaining her tape. She looked oddly proud of great-grannys great stubbornness.