Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Renfrew in Pajamas
Renfrew plodded through the hall and into the kitchen where a woman wearing a floppy hat was washing his dishes. She turned to him and said, "Your shift's over."
"Your shift," she repeated. "It's over."
"Who are you and what do you mean?" he asked.
"You can't participate in anything if you're sleeping, so it's time for your next shift. You need to be awake for it." She draped the dishcloth over the tap.
"I don't know what shift you're talking about," said Renfrew.
She cocked her head. "C'mon, I'll show you."
"Can you tell me what happened to that little old spinster's house across the street?" he asked as they walked. "And where'd the ostriches come from?"
"Never mind that," she said. "Here's your shift."
When she pulled aside the curtains and opened the sliding glass door, the light momentarily blinded Renfrew, but in that extreme brightness he slowly began to make out small figures. They were children, in backwards underwear, chasing one another in the yard.