Merrily
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Mara is a weaver. She goes into people's dreams, healing traumas and opening dreamers up to new possiblities.
But when one of her jobs goes awry, old troubles come back to haunt her.
And her next job looks to be even more troublesome.
Daniel Dickson-LaPrade
Daniel Dickson-LaPrade lives in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania with his family and a number of smallish animals.
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Merrily - Daniel Dickson-LaPrade
1.
It’s taken her half the night, but she’s finally gotten inside. The house is silent and dark. She’s still wet from the rain and exhausted, and her teeth chatter. She stands at the top of the basement stairs, shivering, listening. Not a sound. She closes the door and steps back down the stairs, leaving her muddy shoes above so she can grab them in a hurry if she needs to. She leaves the light off. She won’t have any lights once she hits the sleeper’s room and she wants to be able to function in darkness. Besides, there is the guard outside to think about. Using the moonlight filtering through the two small windows near the basement ceiling, she stumbles over to the laundry sink in the corner and washes the thick, cold mud off her hands, taking care not to actually look at her hands as she does so. She turns the tap off again and listens. Pads back up the stairs, opens the basement door, listens some more. Not a sound. The kitchen emerges slowly from the blackness. Rustic wooden table and chairs, simultaneously homey and modern. A kitchen island with pots and pans hanging overhead. The wind outside rattles the odd bone windchime that she saw earlier. She listens for a moment longer and is satisfied. It’s time to get to work.
She pads up the stairs to Aaron Vintner’s bedroom. The stairs are, thankfully, carpeted, and she is light enough not to cause much creaking. Vintner is her client, though he doesn’t know it, and perhaps never will. A friend of his hired her—the same friend who cautioned her to skip the seventh stair up, which she does, to avoid the gunshot bang it makes at the slightest provocation. Vintner’s ex-wife apparently only wanted him for his money and was not shy about telling him so at the end of their marriage. There are square and rectangular pale spots on the wall by the staircase where their pictures used to hang. Mara feels a pang at this. She knows all about bad breakups. Could write an entire book on the subject, in fact. But that was why she’d been hired— to help him.
On the second floor, more of the same soft carpeting, and a pair of pictureless walls framing the dark hallway. She passes a spare bedroom, an office with a disused elliptical trainer, a junk room where some sort of remodeling is underway during the daylight hours. Vintner’s master bedroom lies at the end of the hall, door half-shut. She drifts to the doorway and listens some more, the quality of the silence already telling her that he is asleep. She lets her head float around the side of the door, noiseless as a shadow, and watches him sleep in what little moonlight the curtains allow in. At his feet, on the wall next to her, a huge mahogany entertainment center, now emitting nothing but the odor of satisfied wealth. Over his head, an immense Kandinsky print. She walks up to the side of his bed, feeling the rhythm of his breathing with her entire body. He looks like a dentist or a CPA, somebody dependable and hard-working and just happening to enjoy a job that makes lots of money. The kind of fellow who goes deep-sea fishing and has opinions about what parts of various European countries have the best wine. He probably flies a small airplane in his spare time. He’s on the older side but handsome. What little is visible of his shoulder in the dim light suggests a man who takes care of himself. She is surprised to notice such unprofessional thoughts about a client. Then again, it’s been a while.
Hanging from her shoulder, her work bag. She pulls out a wooden tube just larger than a lipstick, uncaps it, puts it to her lips, and blows a puff of blue vapor over Vintner’s sleeping head. He grunts softly, shifts a bit, and falls into even deeper sleep. Then she pulls the handkerchief out of her bag, along with the vial of pale blue glass wrapped in it. Unstopping the vial, she tips it onto the handkerchief, then replaces the lid. The smell of the stuff—unlike any other smell in her experience—can only be described as blue, though her chemist has also smuggled in hints of other odors that will trigger useful associations in her sleeper’s mind—here a hint of Victoria’s Secret perfume, there a bit of hot drier lint, and also faint traces of—cedar? She places the half-wadded handkerchief a few inches in front of Vintner’s sleep-gaped mouth. There is an art to this: too