dream.â
âWhat dream?â
âI destroyed her.â
âNo, you didnât.â
âIt was a goddamned selfish thing to do.â
âYouâd do it again. But it didnât hurt her.â
âShe was only fourteen.â
âNo, she wasnât.â
âIâm tired. I was asleep. Leave me alone.â
âCharlie, remorse isnât your style.â
Charlie pulled the blanket over his head, feeling petulant and wondering whether this childish act was another proof that he was retreating into senility after all.
âCharlie, let me tell you a bedtime story.â
âIâll erase you.â
âOnce upon a time, ten years ago, an old woman named Rachel Carpenter petitioned for a day in her past. And it was a day with someone, and it was a day with you . So the routine circuits called me, as they always do when your name comes up, and I found her a day. She only wanted to visit, you see, only wanted to relive a good day. I was surprised, Charlie. I didnât know you ever had good days.â
This program had been with Jock too long. It knew too well how to get under his skin.
âAnd in fact there were no days as good as she thought,â Jock continued. âOnly anticipation and disappointment. Thatâs all you ever gave anybody, Charlie. Anticipation and disappointment.â
âI can count on you.â
âThis woman was in a home for the mentally incapable. And so I gave her a day. Only instead of a day of disappointment, or promises she knew would never be fulfilled, I gave her a day of answers. I gave her a night of answers, Charlie.â
âYou couldnât know that Iâd have you do this. You couldnât have known it ten years ago.â
âThatâs all right, Charlie. Play along with me. Youâre dreaming anyway, arenât you?â
âAnd donât wake me up.â
âSo an old woman went back into a young girlâs body on twenty-eight October 1973, and the young girl never knew what had happened; so it didnât change her life, donât you see?â
âItâs a lie.â
âNo, it isnât. I canât lie, Charlie. You programmed me not to lie. Do you think I would have let you go back and harm her?â
âShe was the same. She was as I remembered her.â
âHer body was.â
âShe hadnât changed. She wasnât an old woman, Jock. She was a girl. She was a girl, Jock.â
And Charlie thought of an old woman dying in an institution, surrounded by yellow walls and pale gray sheets and curtains. He imagined young Rachel inside that withered form, imprisoned in a body that would not move, trapped in a mind that could never again take her along her bright, mysterious trails.
âI flashed her picture on the television,â Jock said.
And yet , Charlie thought, how is it less bearable than that beautiful boy who wanted so badly to do the right thing that he did it all wrong, lost his chance, and now is caught in the sum of all his wrong turns? I got on the road they all wanted to take, and I reached the top, but it wasnât where I should have gone. Iâm still that boy. I did not have to lie when I went home to her .
âI know you pretty well, Charlie,â Jock said. âI knew that youâd be enough of a bastard to go back. And enough of a human being to do it right when you got there. She came back happy, Charlie. She came back satisfied.â
His night with a beloved child was a lie then; it wasnât young Rachel any more than it was young Charlie. He looked for anger inside himself but couldnât find it. For a dead woman had given him a gift, and taken the one he offered, and it still tasted sweet.
âTime for sleep, Charlie. Go to sleep again. I just wanted you to know that thereâs no reason to feel any remorse for it. No reason to feel anything bad at all.â
Charlie pulled the covers tight around
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