"Would you like to go there someday?" Dad asked.
"Huh?—Where?"
Dad pointed to the sky. "Anywhere. Out there."
"You mean, the star colonies?"
"Sure."
"You'd have to win the lottery. Two lotteries."
"Mm, maybe. Maybe not," Dad said. "Some of the colonies will pay your way if you'll promise to stay for seven years. And if you have a needed skill. And children."
"Indentured servitude," said Weird. "That means you'd be a slave."
"It's not so bad, Douglas. The jobs all fall under the guidelines of the Corporate Treaty of Singapore."
"Yeah, Dad—and who enforces the rules eight point three light-years from Singapore?"
"The Treaty Authority has offices wherever there are indentures. And the locals are very strict about self-enforcement. Most of them were slaves once too, before they worked off their debts."
"I can't believe we're even having this conversation," Weird said, suddenly angry. "Mom would drop her load. Are you seriously considering it?" I could see him thinking about Grampa and all the stories he used to tell about great-great-umpty-great-Grampa and what it was like to actually be a slave.
"It's a way out, that's all I'm saying," Dad said.
"A way out of what?"
"Here. This." Dad gestured vaguely around. "I'm just trying to say something, that there are still plenty of opportunities for a good life. If not here, then out there. You pay the price however you can."
"It's too high," said Weird.
"I just want you to have a good life, son—I want you to know that there might be more possibilities than you've considered."
"Not for me." Weird said, and the way he said it was like a door slamming.
Dad looked at him sharply, as if trying to figure out who he really was. Finally he said, "You grew up too fast. I hardly know you."
Weird didn't answer that. He just shook his head in disgust and turned and walked away from us. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. What was he angry about? Nobody was going anywhere. So why were we arguing again? Probably because that's who we were. The Crankys—not even in the same neighborhood as the Happys.
Dad looked at me glumly. "And what do you think?"
I shrugged.
"You think I'm a pretty lousy dad too, don't you?"
The question caught me by surprise. "Huh, no—I don't think that." But even as I said it, I knew that I was lying.
"Charles, I can see it in your face. You're almost always angry. I can hear it in your voice."
I shrugged again. What else could I do?
You see what I mean about adults and the way they talk to kids? When they finally make up their mind to really talk to you honestly, they want you to be just as honest with them in return, even when you both know that if you tell the truth, it's only going to make things worse. Really worse.
The hell with it.
I said, "I don't think you're a lousy dad. How should I know what kind of a dad you are? You're never there."
My words hurt him. I could see that.
"I'm sorry you feel that way, Charles."
"Me too. I wanted a real dad."
I started to follow Weird, but Dad grabbed my arm.
"Hey," he said. "Give me a chance. Please? We don't have a lot of time together, Charles. Can't we make the best of it?"
I shrugged. "Whatever." But I still tried to wiggle out of his grasp.
"What's it going to take to reach you, kiddo?"
"I dunno." And I really didn't. This time, Dad let me go. I knew he was hurt, but I didn't know what he wanted and I didn't know how to give it to him, and even if I did, I wasn't sure I wanted to.
THE GULF
We drove south, down the coast of Mexico, and by the end of the second day it was obvious where Dad was headed: Beanstalk City in Ecuador. He didn't have to say anything. After all of his talk about space and the moon and the stars as a way out, where else could we be going?
Weird had been real silent all day, but Stinky had gotten the way he gets and he kept demanding to sit in the front seat so he could watch for the beanstalk, so Weird and I let him. I was kind of interested in the beanstalk myself, but I didn't want Dad to know it.
But finally, I couldn't stand it anymore. I asked, "We are going up, aren't we? At least as far as One-Hour, huh? Huh, Dad? Please?" Weird and I did a couple of rounds of this, until Stinky joined in for the chorus.
Dad smiled, satisfied. "I was sort of planning on it. Actually ... " His voice trailed off.
"What?" I demanded.
"It's a shame to come all this way and not go to the top. I was thinking of taking you boys all the way up to Geostationary. That is, if you want to go that high ... ?"
"Geostationary? Really!"
"I assume that's a yes. How about you, Douglas?"
Weird just grunted. "Does Mom know?"
Dad hesitated. "I didn't tell her we were going this far. We can call her from the top, okay? We'll surprise her."
"Let's call collect," I said. "And really surprise her."
Dad laughed at that. "Your Mom is taking a vacation of her own. At least, that's what she told me. But we can try to call her, if you want."
"Yeah!" Stinky said. "I wanna call Mom from the top."
"Then it's settled."
Weird said, "Dad, we gotta talk. You and me."
"Right now?"
"No. Just you and me."
"All right," Dad said. "There's a beach up ahead. Why don't we let your brothers play in the surf for a while."
"There's no surf here. This is the Gulf of Baja." Weird was like that. If you told him it was 6:30, he'd check his watch and announce, "six twenty-eight and thirty seconds." Like it made a difference.
"Check the map," Dad said dryly. "We're already to the mouth of the gulf, just north of Mazatlan." I guess Weird inherited it from Dad.
Dad pulled the car off the road onto a wide patch of packed dirt that served as a parking lot. There was no one else around, so Stinky and I stripped down naked and went running into the water, screaming. The sand was so hot we danced across it, keeping our feet in the air more than on the ground.
The water was warm and salty and didn't smell bad at all. Stinky and I splashed around and screamed at each other. The sand under the water was as soft as mud, but there were rocks in the sand too, so mostly I floated on my back and paddled gently, just lazing in the sensation of not having to go anywhere or do anything. After that got old, I just stood and watched Stinky. He wasn't doing anything, so I looked up onto the beach. Dad and Weird were talking about something; I couldn't tell what, but it looked serious.
"I gotta pee," Stinky said.
"Go ahead," I said.
"Right here?"
"Right here."
"Shouldn't I get out of the water?"
"I hardly think it matters."
"But I hafta get out of the pool when I hafta pee, why don't I hafta get out of the ocean?"
"Because it's the ocean. Everybody pees in the ocean."
"Teacher says that's why the oceans are so stinky. Because everybody pees in them. And poops too."