I tried thinking about something else. William snorted and I turned to look at him. I wondered what it’d be like for him up there.
Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as I had first thought. I mean, at least there were no pirates up there. And if you pulled the pirate variable out of the equation, William’s chances of reaching manhood probably increased exponentially. And then there was the weather around here. What the hell was going on with the weather?
After the storm the weather had gotten gradually worse, but only gradually. Each year brought more storms, fewer sunny days, and cooler temperatures. Rick had actually kept a log for a while, but I had stopped paying attention to it several years ago. Based on his data, he figured that we’d all die from starvation long before we died from the weather. But something new was happening. The temperature swings over the last few days weren’t gradual shifts. Two days ago it snowed and now the hut felt like an oven.
I got up and walked over to the environmental control panel on the wall. I turned on the air conditioner, something I hadn’t done in years.
Yeah, something had changed alright and I had a pretty good idea what had happened. The continual loss of the atmosphere must have reached a tipping point. The planetary pressure system that regulated weather patterns must be out of whack. If that was happening then Rick was wrong about how we’d all die. It looks like we’ll either freeze to death or roast to death. Personally, I preferred freezing to death. I had read somewhere that hypothermia was a pretty painless way to check out.
I looked at my watch. It was Friday, the last day before my final Council meeting. God that sounded good… final Council meeting.
“Why’s it so hot in here?” William asked as he rubbed his eyes.
“Because it’s hot outside,” I replied.
He stood up. Like me, he was covered in sweat. He stretched as he yawned. I chuckled as his boxer shorts almost slid off of him. He reached down with one hand and grabbed them before they fell. The shorts looked ten sizes too big for him. It was probably a pair of Rick’s shorts. William had them bunched together at the waist and tied up with a string.
“So, what are we doing today?”
“Let’s go see if there is any breakfast left. Then we can head down to the pier. We need to clean out the kayak.”
“Clean! Doesn’t it get clean in the ocean?”
“Good try,” I said smiling. “But you’re not getting out of this that easily. You’ve been out in the boat. It reeks of dead fish.”
Shrugging, he said, “It doesn’t bother me.”
“That’s because you smell as bad as the boat. When was the last time you took a shower?”
He shrugged again.
“Well you’re taking one today.”
“Awe… I don’t need a shower.”
“Oh yes you do… trust me. If I bring you smelling like that over to Helen’s for dinner tonight, she’ll fillet me instead of the fish.”
He frowned, grabbed his towel, and headed to the bathroom.
Yeah. The sooner he left the better.
“Now don’t you worry about a thing while you’re gone, Aron,” Helen said for the sixth time. She patted William on the shoulder and said, “William and I are going to be just fine. Aren’t we William?”
Dinner with Helen always reminded me of the dinners we had at Kelly’s grandmother’s house. Like Helen, Kelly’s grandmother had a loving way of embarrassing the kids.
William leaned out of her reach and said, “I still don’t see why I can’t go to Male with you?” He looked at me for help. “I’ll stay in the hotel room and won’t bother anyone. I promise.”
“Not this time, William. But don’t worry, this is going to be a short trip. I’ll be back in a day or two.”
Mohamed looked up from his nearly empty plate and said, “So are you that close to finalizing the list?”
I nodded. “Shannon and I talked and we feel that the list is probably as good as it’s going to get. We plan to vote for the list when—”
My data mat beeped and I took it out to see who the message was from. “I’m sorry,” I said. Helen glared at me. She had a strict ‘no data mats at the table’ rule. “I really need to read this.”
I stood up and walked out onto the front porch. The message was from Michio. I opened it and it read:
Aron,
I am deeply sorry, but my resignation was necessary to ensure the protection of my family and friends.
Fuck! They had threatened him, and from the sound of it, they threatened his whole family. No wonder he resigned. I couldn’t blame him, but I made a mental note to kick Viyaja’s ass as soon as I got back to Male.
“What is it, Aron?” Helen asked from inside.
I read the message a second time and said, “Nothing.”
Then I put the data mat back in my pocket and went back inside. I took my seat and looked around the table. From their inquisitive stares, I knew that they didn’t believe me. “Really, it’s nothing. Just some Council stuff.”
“Did something change?” Mohamed looked worried. “Are you still going to vote for the list?”
“Nothing’s changed. We’re still planning to vote for the list.”
“Oh, that is good news indeed!” Helen said. “Mrs. Johansen’s boy, Erik, delivered some supplies two days ago and said there was a rumor that the captain of the Mars ship would decide who goes and who stays.” Before I could say anything, she said, “I know, I know… I shouldn’t spread rumors, but it got me all riled up, that’s all.”
“I did not hear this rumor.” Mohamed looked at me and asked, “Is this true?”
“You know I’m not supposed to talk about what goes on in the Council.” I ate a spoonful of fish-head soup and hoped they would drop it. I took a sip and peered around the table. I could tell that they weren’t going to let it go. “Okay, but this stays between us.”
They nodded.
“Seriously, you guys can’t tell anyone.” I looked at Helen and said, “Not even Erik Johansen… got it?”
They both nodded again.
“It’s not exactly true,” I said. “If the Council can’t come up with a list before the ship arrives, then the captain will have to do it. But don’t worry. Like I said, we’re closing the deal tomorrow.”
“I am very glad to hear that,” Mohamed said. “Outsiders should not decide our fate. We need to make sure that nice young men, like William here, will go to Mars and help rebuild mankind’s future.”
William looked up in surprise. “I’m not going to Mars. I’m staying here… with Aron.”
“William! Your mother, God rest her soul, wanted you to go,” Helen said. “I know that Lohifushi is your home, but…” She turned to me with a look of desperation in her eyes. “Tell him why he has to go.”
“You won’t make me go, will you Aron? You said we were roommates. You said we would be fishing partners,” William pleaded.
Goddammit! I had hoped to avoid this discussion until after the Mars shipped arrived.
“Look, let’s worry about this after the list is finalized. Okay? There’s no use getting all worked up over nothing.”
I saw the fear reflected in both of their eyes. The taste of fish-head soup filled my mouth as it worked its way up the back of my throat.
I tossed and turned most of the night. It was no use. I couldn’t get to sleep.
I sighed and slipped out of bed. Grabbing my data mat, I went outside. I stood on the front deck and tried the bullshit breathing exercises that I had learned in that couples yoga class Kelly had dragged me to a year before the storm. Breathe in through the nose and out through the mouth. I tried to clear my mind by listening to the chorus of insects who sang along to the rhythm of the waves. Nope, it was no use. The thoughts that had kept me awake were still bouncing around in my head. That hippie yoga crap didn’t work back then. I don’t know what made me think that it would work now.