The Complete Stories of Philip K. Dick Vol. 2 Read Free

"Good-bye." He went down the steps. In a moment she heard his shoes against the sidewalk. He was gone.
    "Bubber, you come in here!" May Surle stood angrily on the porch. "You get in here and sit down at the table."
    "All right." Bubber came slowly up on to the porch, pushing inside the house.
    "What's the matter with you?" She caught his arm. "Where you been? Are you sick?"
    "I'm tired." Bubber rubbed his forehead.
    His father came through the living room with the newspapers, in his undershirt. "What's the matter?" he said.
    "Look at him," May Surle said. "All worn out. What you been doing, Bubber?"
    "He's been visiting that old lady," Ralf Surle said. "Can't you tell? He's always washed out after he's been visiting her. What do you go there for, Bub? What goes on?"
    "She gives him cookies," May said. "You know how he is about things to eat. He'd do anything for a plate of cookies."
    "Bub," his father said, "listen to me. I don't want you hanging around that crazy old lady anymore. Do you hear me? I don't care how many cookies she gives you. You come home too tired! No more of that. You hear me?"
    Bubber looked down at the floor, leaning against the door. His heart beat heavily, labored. "I told her I'd come back," he muttered.
    "You can go once more," May said, going into the dining room, "but only once more. Tell her you won't be able to come back again, though. You make sure you tell her nice. Now go upstairs and get washed up."
    "After dinner better have him lie down," Ralf said, looking up the stairs, watching Bubber climb slowly, his hand on the banister. He shook his head. "I don't like it," he murmured. "I don't want him going there any more. There's something strange about that old lady."
    "Well, it'll be the last tine," May said.
    Wednesday was warm and sunny. Bubber strode along, his hands in his pockets. He stopped in front of McVane's drugstore for a minute, looking speculatively at the comic books. At the soda fountain a woman was drinking a big chocolate soda. The sight of it made Bubber's mouth water. That settled it. He turned and continued on his way, even increasing his pace a little.
    A few minutes later he came up on the the gray sagging porch and rang the bell. Below him the weeds blew and rustled with the wind. It was almost four o'clock; he could not stay too long: But then, it was the last time anyhow.
    The door opened. Mrs Drew's wrinkled face broke into smiles. "Come in, Bernard. It's good to see you standing there. It makes me feel so young again to have you come visit."
    He went inside, looking around.
    "I'll start the cookies. I didn't know if you were coming." She padded into the kitchen. "I'll get them started right away. You sit down on the couch."
    Bubber went over and sat down. He noticed that the table and lamp were gone; the chair was right up next to the couch. He was looking at the chair in perplexity when Mrs Drew came rustling back into the room.
    "They're in the oven. I had the batter all ready. Now." She sat down in the chair with a sigh. "Well, how did it go today? How was school?"
    "Fine."
    She nodded. How plump he was, the little boy, sitting just a little distance from her, his cheeks red and full! She could touch him, he was so close. Her aged heart thumped. Ah, to be young again. Youth was so much. It was everything. What did the world mean to the old?
When all the world is old, lad…
    "Do you want to read to me, Bernard?" she asked presently.
    "I didn't bring any books."
    "Oh." She nodded. "Well, I have some books," she said quickly. "I'll get them."
    She got up, crossing to the bookcase. As she opened the doors, Bubber said, "Mrs Drew, my father says I can't come here anymore. He says this is the last time. I thought I'd tell you."
    She stopped, standing rigid. Everything seemed to leap around her, the room twisting furiously. She took a harsh, frightened breath. "Bernard, you're – you're not coming back?"
    "No, my father says not to."
    There was silence. The old lady took