sk.thetalisman-第6部分
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very quickly now； and he shoved his hands into his pockets as he jumped down off the curving path through the gardens onto the hotel's drive。 She on the run； son； and you on the run with her。 On the run； but from whom？ And to where？ Here…just to here； this deserted resort？
He reached the wide street that travelled up the shoreline toward the town； and now all of the empty landscape before him was a whirlpool that could suck him down into itself and spit him out into a black place where peace and safety had never existed。 A gull sailed out over the empty road； wheeled around in a wide curve； and dipped back toward the beach。 Jack watched it go； shrinking in the air to a smudge of white above the erratic line of the roller…coaster track。
Lester Speedy Parker； a black man with crinkly gray hair and heavy lines cutting down through his cheeks； was down there somewhere inside Funworld and it was Speedy he had to see。 That was as clear to Jack as his sudden insight about his friend Richard's father。
A gull screeched； a wave bounced hard gold light toward him； and Jack saw Uncle Morgan and his new friend Speedy as figures almost allegorically opposed； as if they were statues of NIGHT and DAY； stuck up on plinths； MOON and SUN…the dark and the light。 What Jack had understood as soon as he had known that his father would have liked Speedy Parker was that the ex…bluesman had no harm in him。 Uncle Morgan； now 。 。 。 he was another kind of being altogether。 Uncle Morgan lived for business； for deal…making and hustling； and he was so ambitious that he challenged every even faintly dubious call in a tennis match； so ambitious in fact that he cheated in the penny…ante card games his son had now and then coaxed him into joining。 At least； Jack thought that Uncle Morgan had been cheating in a couple of their games 。 。 。 not a man who thought that defeat demanded graciousness。
NIGHT and DAY； MOON and SUN； DARK and LIGHT； and the black man was the light in these polarities。 And when Jack's mind had pushed him this far； all that panic he had fought off in the hotel's tidy gardens swarmed toward him again。 He lifted his feet and ran。
2
When the boy saw Speedy kneeling down outside the gray and peeling arcade building…wrapping electrician's tape around a thick cord； his steel…wool head bent almost to the pier and his skinny buttocks poking out the worn green seat of his work…pants； the dusty soles of his boots toed down like a pair of upended surfboards…he realized that he had no idea of what he had been planning to say to the custodian； or even if he intended to say anything at all。 Speedy gave the roll of black tape another twist around the cord； nodded； took a battered Palmer knife from the flap pocket of his workshirt and sliced the tape off the roll with a flat surgical neatness。 Jack would have escaped from here； too； if he could…he was intruding on the man's work； and anyhow； it was crazy to think that Speedy could really help him in any way。 What kind of help could he give； an old janitor in an empty amusement park？
Then Speedy turned his head and registered the boy's presence with an expression of total and warming wele…not so much a smile as a deepening of all those heavy lines in his face…and Jack knew that he was at least no intrusion。
'Travellin Jack；' Speedy said。 'I was beginnin to get afraid you decided to stay away from me。 Just when we got to be friends； too。 Good to see you again； son。'
'Yeah；' Jack said。 'Good to see you； too。'
Speedy popped the metal knife back into his shirt pocket and lifted his long bony body upright so easily； so athletically； that he seemed weightless。 'This whole place in down around my ears；' he said。 'I just fix it a little bit at a time； enough so everything works more or less the way it should。' He stopped in mid…sentence； having had a good look at Jack's face。 'Old world's not so fine right now； seems like。 Travellin Jack got buckled up to a load of worries。 That the way it is？'
'Yeah； sort of；' Jack began…he still had no idea of how to begin expressing the things that troubled him。 They could not be put into ordinary sentences； for ordinary sentences made everything seem rational。 One 。 。 。 two 。 。 。 three： Jack's world no longer marched in those straight lines。 All he could not say weighed in his chest。
He looked miserably at the tall thin man before him。 Speedy's hands were thrust deep into his pockets； his thick gray eyebrows pushed toward the deep vertical furrow between them。 Speedy's eyes； so light they were almost no color at all； swung up from the blistered paint of the pier and met Jack's own…and suddenly Jack felt better again。 He did not understand why； but Speedy seemed to be able to municate emotion directly to him： as if they had not met just a week before； but years ago； and had shared far more than a few words in a deserted arcade。
'Well； that's enough work for now；' Speedy said； glancing up in the direction of the Alhambra。 'Do any more and I just spoil em。 Don't suppose you ever saw my office； did you？'
Jack shook his head。
'Time for a little refreshment； boy。 The time is right。'
He set off down the pier in his long…legged gait； and Jack trotted after him。 As they jumped down the steps of the pier and began going across the scrubby grass and packed brown earth toward the buildings on the far side of the park； Speedy astonished Jack by starting to sing。
Travellin Jack； ole Travellin Jack；
Got a far long way to go；
Longer way to e back。
It was not exactly singing； Jack thought； but sort of halfway between singing and talking。 If it were not for the words； he would have enjoyed listening to Speedy's rough； confident voice。
Long long way for that boy to go；
Longer way to e back。
Speedy cast an almost twinkling look at him over his shoulder。
'Why do you call me that？' Jack asked him。 'Why am I Travelling Jack？ Because I'm from California？'
They had reached the pale blue ticket booth at the entrance to the roller…coaster enclosure； and Speedy thrust his hands back in the pockets of his baggy green workpants； spun on his heel； and propped his shoulders on the little blue enclosure。 The efficiency and quickness of his movements had a quality almost theatrical…as if； Jack thought； he had known the boy was going to ask that particular question at that precise moment。
He say he e from California；
Don he know he gotta go right back 。 。 。
sang Speedy； his ponderous sculptured face filled with emotion that seemed almost reluctant to Jack。
Say he e all that way；
Poor Travellin Jack gotta go right back 。 。 。
'What？' Jack said。 'Go back？ I think my mom even sold the house…or she rented it or something。 I don't know what the hell you're trying to do； Speedy。'
He was relieved when Speedy did not answer him in his chanting； rhythmic sing…song； but said in a normal voice： 'Bet you don't remember meetin me before； Jack。 You don't； do you？'
'Meeting you before？ Where was this？'
'California…at least； I think we met back there。 Not so's you'd remember； Travellin Jack。 It was a pretty busy couple of minutes。 Would have been in 。 。 。 let me see 。 。 。 would have been about four…five years ago。 Nineteen seventy…six。'
Jack looked up at him in pure befuddlement。 Nineteen seventy…six？ He would have been seven years old。
'Let's go find my little office；' Speedy said； and pushed himself off the ticket booth with that same weightless grace。
Jack followed after him； winding through the tall supports of the roller coaster…black shadows like the grids of tic…tac…toe diagrams overlaid a dusty wasteland sprinkled with beer…cans and candy wrappers。 The tracks of the roller coaster hung above them like an unfinished skyscraper。 Speedy moved； Jack saw； with a basketball player's rangy ease； his head up and his arms dangling。 The angle of his body； his posture in the crisscrossed gloom beneath the struts； seemed very young…Speedy could have been in his twenties。
Then the custodian stepped out again into the harsh sunlight； and fifty extra years grayed his hair and seamed the back of his neck。 Jack paused as he reached the final row of uprights； sensing as if Speedy Parker's illusory juvenescence were the key to them that the Daydreams were somehow very near； hovering all about him。
Nineteen seventy…six？ California？ Jack trailed off after Speedy； who was going toward a tiny red…painted wooden shack back up against the smooth…wire fence on the far side of the amusement park。 He was sure that he had never met Speedy in California 。 。 。 but the almost visible presence of his fantasies had brought back to him another specific memory of those days； the visions and sensations of a late afternoon of his sixth year； Jacky playing with a black toy taxi behind the couch in his father's office 。 。 。 and his father and Uncle Morgan unexpectedly； magically talking about the Daydreams。 They have magic like we have physics； right？ An agrarian monarchy； using magic instead of science。 But can you begin to understand how much fucking clout we'd swing if we gave them electricity？ If we got modern weapons to the right guys over there？ Do you have any idea？
Hold on there； Morgan； I have a lot of ideas that apparently have yet to occur to you
Jack could almost hear his father's voice； and the peculiar and unsettling realm of the Daydreams seemed to stir in the shadowy wasteland beneath the roller coaster。 He began again to trot after Speedy； who had opened the door of the little red shack and was leaning against it； smiling without smiling。
'You got something on your mind； Travellin Jack。 Something that's buzzin in there like a bee。 Get on inside the executive suite and tell me about it。'
If the smile had been broader； more obvious； Jack might have turned and run： the spectre of mockery still hung humiliatingly near。 But Speedy's whole being seemed to express a weling concern…the message of all those deepened lines in his face…and Jack went past him through the door。
Speedy's 'office' was a small board rectangle…the same red as its exterior…without a desk or a telephone。 Two upen
