ses on a battery…powered pocket calculator。 Standing with each girl was one of the Federal's two managers； Bud Brown and Ollie Weeks。 I liked Ollie but didn't care much for Bud
Brown； who seemed to fancy himself the Charles de Gaulle of the supermarket world。
As each girl finished checking her order； Bud or Ollie would paperclip a chit to the customer's cash or check and toss it into the box he was using as a cash repository。 They all looked hot and tired；
〃Hope you brought a good book；〃 Norton said； joining me。 〃We're going to be in line for a while。〃
I thought of Steff again； at home alone； and had another flash of unease。 〃You go on and get your stuff；〃 I said。 〃Billy and I can handle the rest of this；〃
〃Want me to grab a few more beers for you too？〃
I thought about it； but in spite of the rapprochement； I didn't want to spend the afternoon with Brent Norton getting drunk。 Not with the mess things were in around the house。
〃Sorry；〃 I said。 〃I've got to take a raincheck； Brent。〃
I thought his face stiffened a little。 〃Okay；〃 he said shortly； and walked off。 I watched him go； and then Billy was tugging at my shirt。
〃Did you talk to Mommy？〃
〃Nope。 The phone wasn't working。 Those lines are down too； I guess。〃
〃Are you worried about her？〃
〃No；〃 I said； lying。 I was worried； all right； but had no idea why I should be。 〃No； of course I'm not。 Are you？〃
〃No…ooo 。。。〃 But he was。 His face had a pinched look。 We should have gone back then。 But even then it might have been too late。
III。 The ing of the Mist。
We worked our way back to the fruits and vegetables like salmon fighting their way upstream。 I saw some familiar faces…Mike Haden； one of our selectmen； Mrs。 Reppler from the grammar school （she who had terrified generations of third…graders was currently sneering at the cantaloupes）； Mrs。 Turman； who sometimes sat Billy when Steff and I went out…but mostly they were summer people
stocking up on no…cook items and joshing each other about 〃roughing it。〃 The cold cuts had been picked over as thoroughly as the dimebook tray at a rummage sale； there was nothing left but a few packages of bologna； some macaroni loaf； and one lonely； phallic kielbasa sausage。
I got tomatoes； cukes； and a jar of mayonnaise。 She wanted bacon； but all the bacon was gone。 I picked up some of the bologna as a substitute； although I've never been able to eat the stuff with any real enthusiasm since the FDA reported that each package contained a small amount of insect filth … a little something extra for your money。
〃Look；〃 Billy said as we rounded the corner into the fourth aisle。 〃There's some army guys。〃
There were two of them； their dun uniforms standing out against the much brighter background of summer clothes and sportswear。 We had gotten used to seeing a scattering of army personnel with the Arrowhead Project only thirty miles or so away。 These two looked hardly old enough to shave yet。
I glanced back down at Steffs list and saw that we had everything 。。。 no； almost but not quite； At the bottom； as an afterthought； she had scribbled： Bottle of Lancers？ That sounded good to me。 A couple of glasses of wine tonight after Billy had sacked out； then maybe a long slow bout of lovemaking before sleep。
I left the cart and worked my way down to the wine and got a bottle。 As I walked back I passed the big double doors leading to the storage area and heard the steady roar of a good…sized generator。
I decided it was probably just big enough to keep the cold cases cold； but not large enough to power the doors and cash registers and all the other electrical equipment。 It sounded like a motorcycle back there。
Norton appeared just as we got into line； balancing two six…packs of Schlitz Light； a loaf of bread； and the kielbasa I had spotted a few minutes earlier。 He got in line with Billy and me。 It seemed very warm in the market with the air conditioning off； and I wondered why none of the stockboys …had at least chocked the doors open。 I had seen
Buddy Eagleton in his red apron two aisles back； doing nothing and piling it up。 The generator roared monotonously。 I had the beginnings of a headache。
〃Put your stuff in here before you drop something；〃 I said。
〃Thanks。〃'
The lines were up past the frozen food now； people had to cut through to get what they wanted and there was much excuse…me…ing and pardon…me…ing。 〃This is going to be a cunt；〃 Norton said morosely； and I frowned a little。 That sort of language is rougher than I'd like Billy to hear。
The generator's roar muted a little as the line shuffled forward。 Norton and I made desultory conversation； skirting around the ugly property dispute that had landed us in district court and sticking with things like the Red Sox's chances and the weather。 At last we exhausted our little store of small talk and fell silent。 Billy fidgeted beside me。 The line crawled along。 Now we had frozen dinners on our right and the more expensive wines and champagnes on our left。 As the line progressed down to the cheaper wines； I toyed briefly with the idea of picking up a bottle of Ripple； the wine of my flaming youth。 I didn't do it。 My youth never flamed that much anyway。
〃Jeez； why can't they hurry up； Dad？〃 Billy asked。 That pinched look was still on his face； and suddenly； briefly； the mist of disquiet that had settled over me rifted； and something terrible peered through from the other side…the bright and metallic face of terror。 Then it passed。
〃Keep cool； champ；〃 I said。
We had made it up to the bread racks…to the point where the double line bent to the left。 We could see the checkout lanes now； the two that were open and the other four； deserted； each with a little sign on the stationary conveyor belt； signs that read PLEASE CHOOSE ANOTHER LANE and WINSTON。 Beyond the lanes was the big sectioned plate…glass window which gave a view of the parking lot and the intersection of Routes 117 and 302 beyond。 The view was partially obscured by the white…paper backs of signs advertising current specials and the latest giveaway； which happened to be a set of books called The Mother Nature Encyclopedia。 We were in the line that would eventually lead us to the checkout where Bud Brown was standing。 There were still maybe thirty people in front of us。 The easiest one to pick out was Mrs。 Carmody； in her blazing…yellow pantsuit。 She looked like an advertisement for yellow fever。
Suddenly a shrieking noise began in the distance。 It quickly built up in volume and resolved itself into the crazy warble of a police siren。 A horn blared at the intersection and there was a shriek of brakes and burning rubber。 I couldn't see… the angle was all wrong…but the siren reached its loudest as it approached the market and then began to fade as the police car went past。 A few people broke out of line to look； but not many。 They had waited too long to chance losing their places。
Norton went； his stuff was tucked into my cart。 After a few moments he came back and got into line again。 〃Local fuzz；〃 he said。
Then the town fire whistle began to wail； slowly cranking up to a shriek of its own； falling off； then rising again。 Billy grabbed my hand…clutched it。 〃What is it； Daddy？〃 he asked； and then； immediately： 〃Is Mommy all right？〃
〃Must be a fire on the Kansas Road；〃 Norton said。
Those damned live lines from the storm。 The fire trucks will go through in a minute。〃
That gave my disquiet something to crystallize on。 There were live lines down in our yard。
Bud Brown said something to the checker he was supervising； she had been craning around to see what was happening。 She flushed and began to run her calculator again。
I didn't want to be in this line。 All of a sudden I very badly didn't want to be in it。 But it was moving again； and it seemed foolish to leave now。 We had gotten down by the cartons of cigarettes。
Someone pushed through the IN door； some teenager。 I think it was the kid we almost hit ing in； the one on the Yamaha with no helmet。 〃The fog！〃 he yelled。 〃Y'oughta see the fog！ It's rolling right up Kansas Road！〃 People looked around at him。 He was panting； as if he had run a long distance。 Nobody said anything。 〃Well； y'oughta see it；〃 he rep