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away our location with unnecessary light. And there
was one thing about the situation creepy enough to
encourage caution, even though we hadn't run into
any trouble yet.
Arlene was the first to notice it: "Fly, there are no
sounds."
"What do you mean?" I asked. We crunched along
in the night, heading toward a glow that seemed
barely bigger than it was three days ago.
"The night creatures. No owls . . ."
"Are there owls in the desert?"
"I don't know, maybe not. But there should be
something. No bugs. No lizards. No nothin'."
I thought about it. "If we've seen the collapse of
civilization, you'd expect wild dogs."
"There's no coyotes. Nothing. Even out here, there
ought to be something. Unless everything was killed
by the weapons."
"No, that can't be right. We'd be puking up our guts
by now from poison or radiation. That light suggests
somebody's still in business."
"I hope so," she said. "So you think that's Salt Lake
City."
"Should be."
"Salt Lake City, Utah?"
"Unless it's wintering in Florida."
She was silent for a hundred paces; then she cleared
her throat. "Fly, I have to confess something to you.
Again."
"Anytime."
"I sort of have a problem with the Mormon
Church," she said.
Making out her face in the dim light wasn't easy. I
wished we had a full moon instead of the sliver
hanging over us like a scythe. "You were a Mormon?"
I asked.
"No. But my brother was, briefly."
"You blame the church for ... for whatever hap-
pened?"
She shook her head. "No, I guess not. He had
problems before he joined the Church; had problems
when he left."
"Do you think he might be here?" I asked.
"Nah. We lived in North Hollywood. He left for
Utah when he became a Mormon; but after he left the
Church, I don't know what became of him. I don't
care if I ever see him again."
"I'll never bring it up," I said.
"There's another reason I'm telling you this," she
went on. "I became obsessed with Mormonism while