my way in an hour, but an hour after that Iâll need to start working with Katashi on dinner.â
It was just as well Zeke, Mahir, and Doc had never devised a way to override the governmentâs scramble of the airwaves to get a TV picture into the compound. Audio was the best they could manage, and it was enough. Movies and TV shows might have been just enough diversion to lend some sanity to such an existence, but Zeke was certain the entertainment would have become an addiction that would have softened them all.
As it was heâd made an executive decision and restricted recreational listening to the audio feed of most of the drivel. News and documentaries and some movies were fine. People tired of most of it without being able to see the visuals, but he at least had to know what was going on in the world every day.
Though he was ravenous, he devoured twenty-five minutes of headline news before he, Alexis, and Sasha sat munching dried hollyleaf cherries and juniper berries along with salted strips of gecko jerky. Zeke felt edgy after such a harrowing day, but he tried to head off Alexisâs concern by saying how well he thought the memorial service had gone. She wasnât biting.
âIt was nice,â she said, âno thanks to you.â
âMom!â
âIâm not scolding him, Sasha,â Alexis said. âIâm just saying he seemed less focused than I might have wished.â
âYeah, Dad, what was up with that?â
âKatashi saw Mongers on his way in, thatâs all. Put me on alert. But I thought you were great, hon. And Sash, that opening songâI gotta tell yaâhowâd you come up with that anyway?â
âIt just hit me that slow would be interesting. I didnât expect it to come out so special.â
âIt moved everybody,â he said. âMe especially. Hey, by the way, Mrs. Meeks would like you to drop by for an hour or so. Can you do that?â
Sasha squinted at him. âReally?â
âYeah, that all right?â
âSure, but thatâs what she wants? It was her idea?â
âWell, Iâuh, truth is . . .â
âDad! You donât have to make up stories to get rid of me.â
âNo! Iââ
âJust tell me. Itâs okay.â
âForgive me, sweetie. Youâre right.â
âRight now?â
âPlease. If you donât mind.â
âOn my way.â
âThanks, and again, sorry.â
âItâs okay, Dad. I like when you owe me.â
She left with a smile, but Alexis looked bemused. âWhat is going on?â she said.
âWe just have to talk, thatâs all.â
âI had a feeling,â Alexis said.
7
THE TALK
T HIS WAS WORSE than being sent to the principalâs office. And Zeke couldnât understand why his mouth was so dry. Why should it be hard to share something personal, something meaningful, with the person closest to him in life? If she couldnât understand, couldnât empathize, didnât have counsel or input or advice, who would?
He would talk to Pastor Bob too, but this conversation with Alexis was the one that would make or break his futureâconfirm that something significant was going on or that he was simply off his nut.
Here sat the most beautiful person in the world to him, inside or outâclichéd as that might soundâall her depth and character and personality in one precious package. And she gazed at him with what appeared to be wonder, expectancy, trust, and yet also puzzlement and perhaps a hint of fear.
They had been through so much together. Alexis had stood by him, believed in him, supported him, andâespecially over these last several yearsâproved the ferocity of her most sacred wedding vows by virtually and literally giving up everything to join him on the most radical mission a couple could undertake. And now he was going to tell her what?
âI know this is