All the Pretty Dead Girls Part 31

Dear G.o.d. What is happening?

47.

It was difficult to calm her mind and plan what she would say to her students. But finally, Ginny forced herself to put aside everything Gayle Honeycutt had told her and concentrate on her upcoming cla.s.s.

"I want you all to be the first to know," Ginny announced when the students were all seated in front of her. "I am going on sabbatical next semester. I won't be on campus. I'll be leaving right after final exams."

There were groans and shouts of "Oh, no!"

"But Dr. Marshall," one girl in the back called out. "You promised you'd be my advisor..."

"Yes, I know, and I will continue to be available to advise any one of you who needs it." She smiled. "Take down my e-mail address now, and feel free to use it over the course of the next year."

She gave them her address, answering a few questions about why she was going on sabbatical ("I'm a writer, too, remember, and if I don't finish this book now, I never will"). Then she began the day's lecture-rather anticlimactic. Afterward, several girls gathered around to wish her well and to secure her promise, yet again, that she'd be only an e-mail or telephone call away. She a.s.sured them that would be the case.

Then she noticed Sue Barlow.

The girl was standing there staring at her, clutching her books to her chest.

"h.e.l.lo, Sue," Ginny said.

Sue smiled but didn't reply.

"I know you expressed interest in taking my course next year," Ginny said. "I'm sorry that won't be possible. But if you'd like me to recommend some books-"

"No need, Dr. Marshall." Sue's voice seemed odd. The girl appeared gla.s.sy-eyed and almost robotic. "I've benefited greatly from your cla.s.s, but I think now my interests will be diverging elsewhere."

"Oh," Ginny said. "I see."

Sue's smile widened. "You'll be leaving Lebanon? Returning to Louisiana?"

"Yes. That's where I'll be writing the book."

Sue nodded. "Well, best of luck to you, Dr. Marshall."

Ginny watched her leave. That was odd. Very odd. Sue had been one of her most enthusiastic students, rare for a freshman. Her essays were always interesting and well thought out, and in the last few weeks she had even begun speaking out in cla.s.s, asking questions that were intelligent and sometimes even provocative. Ginny liked Sue; no matter that she might be a pet of Gregory's due to her grandfather's endowment money. She was still a bright, friendly girl.

Or, at least, she was.

Ginny didn't have time to ponder it. She wanted to get home to listen to the tape recording of her interview with Bernadette deSalis. She hadn't had a chance to listen to it all the way through, and she knew from experience that little details were often missed in the actual conversation, and could be picked up by listening to the recording. She gathered her papers and headed off campus.

Driving back to her apartment, she thought again about what Gayle Honeycutt had told her. These multiple Virgin sightings-what could they mean? Were they a symptom of ma.s.s hysteria? Had Bernadette read about one of them, and thus imagined her own encounter?

Or was something else going on?

Ginny wasn't religious-but neither was she a disbeliever. Too much of what she had studied all these years could never be explained "logically" or "scientifically." As an historian, her job was to record and interpret-not to pa.s.s judgment or rule out scenarios simply because they didn't fit into her personal beliefs. Bernadette's visions of Mary had gone beyond the standard Christian tradition. She'd seen the Divine Mother in her various incarnations. And now there were other sightings, all around the world- Ginny glanced over at her briefcase. Inside were printouts of news reports from as far away as China. Gayle Honeycutt had underestimated the story. It wasn't just North America. It was the entire globe. And in reports uncannily like Bernadette's story, sometimes the Blessed Mother appeared as a deity other than her traditional Christian self. In China, a girl claimed a visit from Quan Yin. In India, Durga had made another appearance, complete with her eight arms.

And in each case, the Divine Mother had relayed an incredible secret. Just as she did to Bernadette.

But that secret... Ginny thought, shuddering. How could she possibly believe Ginny thought, shuddering. How could she possibly believe that that?

If I believe that the Divine Mother is making appearances around the world, why should I doubt what she has to say?

And could it have anything to do with these girls' disappearances? Gayle had said Perry Holland had found evidence girls had disappeared from Wilbourne before. Was there any connection?

Suddenly, Ginny slammed on her breaks. Ahead, in the gathering twilight, a group of children were crossing the road. They were dressed as witches and ghosts and tiny little red devils, carrying pitchforks.

Halloween. That's right. It's Halloween.

One little devil boy looked over at her through the winds.h.i.+eld. He grinned. Ginny s.h.i.+vered.

Back home, she tried to relax. A little pasta, a little red wine, and some good music. That's what she needed before she settled down to listen to the tape.

She always listened to Stevie Nicks when she wanted to unwind. "Just like the white winged dove," Ginny sang, pouring a jar of spaghetti sauce over the noodles she'd boiled. She refilled her gla.s.s of wine and carried her plate into the living room.

The tape recorder sat on her desk. She'd called both her agent and her editor to tell them about this latest development, and both were ecstatic. Ginny wondered if they'd caught the reports of the multiple Virgin sightings. The universe seemed to be writing her book for her. Ginny surely would have another best seller on her hands.

Unless, of course, the Virgin's warning went unheeded.

Could it really happen? Ginny thought as she ate her dinner and washed it down with the wine. Ginny thought as she ate her dinner and washed it down with the wine.

As "Edge of Seventeen" morphed into "Stand Back," Ginny deposited her plate in the sink and refilled her gla.s.s. She took a deep breath, then headed back into the living room to switch off the CD.

"Sorry, Stevie," she said. "Now it's time for Bernadette."

She sat down at her desk and hit PLAY PLAY on the tape recorder. on the tape recorder.

GINNY: Thank you again for agreeing to be interviewed, Bernadette, and agreeing to be recorded. For the record, my name is Dr. Virginia Marshall, and I am writing a book about sightings of the Virgin Mary, and am currently a professor of theology at Wilbourne College. For the record, can you state your name and your age and tell me a little about your family?

BERNADETTE: All right. My name is Bernadette Marie Claire deSalis, and I am thirteen years old. I will be fourteen in February. I am the youngest child of Pierre and Madeleine deSalis. I have three older brothers.

GINNY: Thank you. Now, you've told me that you saw the Virgin Mary back in September, is that correct?

BERNADETTE: Yes, I did.

GINNY: Will you describe what happened?

BERNADETTE: It was the night before school started. Every night, before I go to bed, I pray to the Blessed Mother to give me the strength to believe in the Lord and to follow His teachings. I also pray for my family, and for the world in general-for the sick, for the poor, and for the starving.

GINNY: And you do this every night?

BERNADETTE: Yes.

GINNY: So what made this evening different than any other evening?

BERNADETTE: (laughter) Besides the Virgin Mary appearing to me?

GINNY: Yes. Is there anything you can think of that made the night different from any other night?

BERNADETTE: No. It was a Sunday like any other Sunday. My mother and I went to Ma.s.s, then we did some shopping in Senandaga for school clothes-did I mention school was starting the next day?-and then we came back home. Mom made dinner. It was like any other night really.

GINNY: And your prayer was the same as it always was?

BERNADETTE: Yes. I don't know why the Blessed Mother chose to appear to me that night, Dr. Marshall, although I know G.o.d in His wisdom chose that night for a reason. He has a plan, and I am part of it.

The doorbell suddenly rang, startling Ginny. She hit the PAUSE PAUSE b.u.t.ton, hurried to the door, and discovered a couple of trick-or-treaters. The girl, no more than five, was dressed as a ballerina. The boy, about eight, was yet another devil, complete with horns and pitchfork. Ginny could have sworn it was the same child she'd seen on the road. He grinned at her the same way. b.u.t.ton, hurried to the door, and discovered a couple of trick-or-treaters. The girl, no more than five, was dressed as a ballerina. The boy, about eight, was yet another devil, complete with horns and pitchfork. Ginny could have sworn it was the same child she'd seen on the road. He grinned at her the same way.

"Trick or treeeeeeeet!" they screeched.

She hadn't gone shopping for candy. "Hang on," she said, and rushed into the kitchen. She banged through her cabinets looking for something, but all she had were cans of tuna fish and boxes of ziti. She went back to the kids and gave them each a five-dollar bill.

"Cool," the boy said.

After that, Ginny turned off all her lights. By the glow of the moon, she refilled her winegla.s.s. She had a slight buzz going-it was her third gla.s.s after all-but she needed to unwind. She sat in the dark and thought about what was happening.

Could it be true?

Father Ortiz believed it could be. "It's been prophesied," he told her.

Ginny had scoffed. "The Bible has been mistranslated so often that I can't put stock in any prophecy."

Father Ortiz looked at her. There was fear in his eyes. "You've written about the lost books of Revelation, have you not, Ginny?"

She nodded. "The ones that the Vatican supposedly keeps hidden, out of fear of panicking the faithful?"

Father Ortiz nodded. "What if I told you I'd seen them? That I'd read them?"

"I'd ask you if you thought they were forgeries, or later additions by some fanatical sect."

He smiled. "I am not an expert."

"So give me your opinion."

He demurred. "I've said too much. I simply want to impress upon you that this situation is...serious."

"Then why hasn't the Vatican swept Bernadette off to Rome?" Ginny asked him. "Why not put her in hiding somewhere, as always seems to happen to those who see visions? Why get me involved?"

That question, of course, had come before Ginny had learned of the sightings taking place all over the world. But clearly, the Vatican had known about them right from the beginning-and was unnerved by them. That's why they were calling in experts like herself. Ginny was probably just one of many being consulted all around the globe. The fact that the Church was as unnerved as she was...

Ginny sighed, switching the tape recorder back on. It was not not rea.s.suring. rea.s.suring.

GINNY: So tell me about G.o.d's plan.

BERNADETTE: I can only tell you what the Holy Mother told me.

GINNY: All right.

BERNADETTE: It is the beginning of a great battle. A terrible, malignant evil has been manifesting in the world for some time now. And now one has come who will bring great destruction to all men and women. It is the One who has been prophesied.

GINNY: Are you speaking of the Antichrist? As foretold in the Book of Revelation?

BERNADETTE: I am.

GINNY: And who is this Antichrist? Do you know?

BERNADETTE: I do.

GINNY: So tell me his name.

BERNADETTE: That I am forbidden from telling. At least for now.

GINNY: So are you able to tell me anything about him?

BERNADETTE: Perhaps one thing. (Pause.) BERNADETTE: The Antichrist is not a him, but a her her.

48.

When Tish Lewis finally awoke, she was hanging upside down on a cross.

She couldn't scream. Her mouth was gagged. She was naked.

A fire blazed in front of her. Figures in red robes moved about in the dark room, illuminated now and then by the fire's glow. They were chanting.

Tish struggled, but she was tied securely with strong rope. She knew her end was at hand.