Josh Malerman - Bird Box

thirty-seven

For the first time since arriving at the house, Malorie knows something the others dont.

Tom and Jules have just returned. As the housemates prepared dinner, Tom brought the new stock of canned goods to the cellar. Malorie met him down there. Maybe Gary kept the notebook because he wanted to study Franks writing. Or maybe he wrote it himself. But Tom needed to know. Now.

In the cellar light, he looked tired but triumphant. His fair hair was dirty. His features looked more aged than the first time she was down here with him. He was losing weight. Methodically, he removed cans from his and Juless duffel bags and set them on the shelves. He began talking about what it was like inside the grocery store, the stench of so much rotten food, when Malorie found her opportunity.

But just when she did, the cellar door opened.

It was Gary.

Id like to help you if I can, he said to Tom from the top of the stairs.

All right, Tom said. Come on down then.

Malorie exited as Gary reached the dirt floor.

Now everybody is seated at the dining room table. And Malorie is still looking for her opportunity.

Tom and Jules describe their week slowly. The facts are incredible, but Malories mind is fixed on Gary. She tries to act normal. She listens to what they say. Each minute that passes is another in which Tom doesnt know that Gary may be a threat to the rest of them.

It almost feels like she and the others are intruding on Garys space. Like Gary and Don had the decency to invite them into their dining room, their favorite place for exchanging whispered words. The two have spent so much time in here that it smells of them. Would they have joined the group if dinner was served in the living room? Malorie doesnt think so.

As Tom describes walking three miles blindfolded, Gary is affable, talkative, and inquisitive. And every time he opens his mouth Malorie wants to yell at him to stop. Come clean first, she wants to say.

But she waits.

Would you say then, Gary says, his mouth full of crab, that you are now convinced animals are not affected?

No, I wouldnt say that, Tom says. Not yet. Maybe we just didnt pass anything for them to see.

Thats unlikely, Gary says.

Malorie almost screams it.

Tom then announces he has another surprise for everyone.

Your duffel bag is a veritable clown car, Gary says, smiling.

When Tom returns, hes carrying a small brown box. From it, he pulls forth eight bicycle horns.

We got these at the grocery store, he says. In the toy aisle.

He hands them out.

Mine has my name on it, Olympia says.

They all do, Tom says. I wrote them, blindfolded, with a Sharpie.

What are they for? Felix asks.

Were inching toward a life of spending more time outside, Tom answers, sitting down. We can signal one another with these.

Suddenly, Gary honks his horn. It sounds like a goose. Then it sounds like geese, as everyone honks their horns chaotically.

The circles under Felixs eyes stretch as he smiles.

And this, Tom says, is the grand finale. He reaches into his duffel bag and pulls forth a bottle. Its rum.

Tom! Olympia says.

Its the real reason I wanted to go back to my house, he jokes.

Malorie, listening to the housemates laugh, seeing their smiling faces, can stand it no longer.

She stands up and slams her palms on the table.

I looked through Garys briefcase, she says. I found the notebook he told us about. The one about tearing the blankets down. The one he said Frank took with him.

The room goes silent. Every housemate is looking at her. Her cheeks are red with heat. Sweat prickles her hairline.

Tom, still holding the bottle of rum, studies Malories face. Then he slowly turns to Gary.

Gary?

Gary looks to the tabletop.

Hes buying time, Malorie thinks. The fucker is buying time to think.

Well, he says, I hardly know what to say.

You looked through someone elses things? Cheryl says, rising.

I did. Yes. I know that violates the rules of the house. But we need to talk about what I found.

The room is silent again. Malorie is still standing. She feels electric.

Gary? Jules pushes.

Gary leans back in his chair. He breathes deep. He crosses his arms over his chest. Then he uncrosses them. He looks serious. Annoyed. Then he grins. He stands up and goes to the briefcase. He brings it back and sets it on the table.

The others are staring at the briefcase, but Malorie is watching Garys face.

He snaps the case open, then pulls forth the notebook.

Yes, Gary says. I do have it on me. I do have Franks notebook.

Franks? Malorie repeats.

Yes, Gary says, turning toward her. Then, maintaining his theatrical, gentlemanly way of speaking, he adds, You little snoop.

Suddenly, everybody is talking at once. Felix is asking for the notebook. Cheryl wants to know when Malorie found it. Don is pointing his finger at Malorie and yelling.

In the chaos, Gary, still looking at Malorie, says, You paranoid pregnant whore.

Jules is upon him. The dogs are barking. Tom gets between them. He is yelling at everyone to stop. Stop it. Malorie does not move. She stares at Gary.

Jules relents.

She needs to explain this right now, Don explodes. He has leapt to his feet and is pointing angrily at Malorie.

Tom looks to her.

Malorie? he says.

I dont trust him.

The housemates wait for more.

Olympia says, What does the notebook say?

Olympia! Malorie says. The notebook is right there. Fucking read it for yourself.

But Felix already has it in his hands.

Why do you have a souvenir from a man who put your life in danger? he demands.

Thats exactly why I have it, Gary says insistently. I wanted to know what Frank was thinking. I lived with him for weeks and never suspected he was capable of trying to kill us. Maybe I held on to it as a warning. To make sure I didnt start thinking like him. To make sure none of you did, either.

Malorie shakes her head vehemently.

You told us Frank took the notebook with him, she says.

Gary starts to respond. Then he stops.

I dont have a satisfactory response for that, Gary says. Possibly I thought you would be frightened if you knew I had it on me. You can think what you will, but Id rather you trusted me. I dont fault you for looking through a strangers luggage, given the circumstances under which were all living. But at least allow me to defend myself.

Tom is looking at the notebook now. The words crawl beneath his eyes.

Don takes it next. His angry expression slowly turns to confusion.

Then, as if Malories aware of something greater than what any vote might solve, she points a finger at Gary and says, You cant stay here anymore. You have to leave.

Malorie, Don says with little conviction, come on. The man is explaining himself.

Don, Felix says, are you fucking nuts?

The notebook still in his hands, Don turns to Gary.

Gary, he says, you must realize how bad this looks.

I do. Of course I do.

This isnt your writing? Can you prove that?

Gary removes a pen from the briefcase and writes his name on a page in the notebook.

Tom looks at it for a second.

Gary, Tom says, the rest of us need to talk. Sit here if you want to. Youd hear us in the other room anyway.

I understand, Gary says. Youre the captain of this ship. Whatever you say.

Malorie wants to hit him.

All right, Tom says calmly to the others, what do we do?

He has to go, Cheryl says without hesitation.

Then Tom begins the vote.

Jules?

He cant stay here, Tom.

Felix?

I want to say no. I want to say we cant vote to send someone outside. But theres just no reason to have that book.