Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Chapters 6 and 7

Sorry about cramming these all in together like this, but things are really crazy here with Thanksgiving and ML having an accident and totaling her car.  :-(

Two chapters, VERY FIRST DRAFTY!


Chapter 6: A Child in the Forest

            Rune was glad that Dr. McHaggerty had prepared her for the film.  He’d taken her to see two other films at Manlius during her senior year.  They had been foreign films with subtitles, but very well made.  This one was imperfect.  But for Rune, it was riveting.  For some reason that she couldn’t understand, she identified with each the three main characters.  The movie began with a close-up of the child’s face.  He was a boy about ten years old, with blond hair, blue eyes, apple round-rosy red cheeks.  He was mildly autistic, but not a head-banger. He spoke only rarely.  He was in a special education class with a teacher who looked like she was a young student herself. The boy’s name was Adam. 
             The teacher’s name was Eva.  Miss Willoughby.  There were only six children in the class.  There were scenes in the classroom of Miss Willoughby reading Little House on the Prairie to the children and asking them questions.  Adam seemed unable to understand, comprehend, or answer.  He stared out the window at the water.  The camera zoomed to the window and out, showing a line of posts in the water, each with a cormorant at the top, wings spread, drying its feathers.  Adam’s eyes were riveted on the cormorants, except when another bird flew by. 
            The other children attended Miss Willoughby and her reading and questions. They obviously had various difficulties understanding and answering, but they were engaged and interested. Adam continued to stare out the window, his expressing unchanging even when Miss Willoughby directly spoke to him or asked him a question.  Even if she cupped his face gently in her hands, Adam started out the window past her face.
            A scene showed the school psychologist speaking with Miss Willoughby, saying not to expect much from Adam, that he may be brain damaged in addition to being autistic.  Her face was serious and sympathetic.
            Dr. McHaggerty slipped his arm over the back of Rune’s chair.  He had done this the other times he had taken her to the movies, and Rune ignored it.  The scene had shifted in the movie to the six kids disembarking from a miniature school bus under the careful guidance of Miss Willoughby. 
                The camera followed the six children and their teacher into the nature center where they were told a naturalist would join them soon.  They paraded into the nature store and were looking around when a naturalist, dressed all in green, came into the store.
                "Where is the teacher?" she asked.  The students laughed and pointed at Miss Willoughby, who was barely taller than they were, a small slight woman with a young face.
                Dr. McHaggerty's arm dropped from the back of the chair to rest lightly on Rune's shoulders.  It distracted her from the movie, and she missed what the naturalist was saying to the teacher.  She decided to ignore the arm, but it made her uncomfortable.  McHaggerty was such an incredibly kind and interesting man, and she thought so highly of him, but he was making her nervous.
                In the next scene, the naturalist had the children feeling the bark of a beech tree. The camera zoomed in on Adam's face.  He was engaged.  Rune thought of her experiences with school groups as a naturalist.  She did a six-week project at Beaver Lake Nature Center, in Baldwinsville under Dr. Anson Weston.  After training for three weeks, she'd led school groups for three weeks.  She'd have loved to have gotten a job there, at Beaver Lake.  But all the jobs were taken and there were so many other well-trained adults, to say nothing of students, who wanted the nonexistent job. 
                The naturalist, whose name Rune had missed, spoke to Adam, telling him the name of the tree and that it had edible nuts.  Miss Willoughby whispered to the Naturalist that Adam wasn't very bright.  The naturalist searched the ground for beechnuts, and collected several.  She gave each of the kids a prickly little nut, and showed them how to open it.  Adam got his open first.  The naturalist then showed him how to open the little pyramid-shaped nut husks inside, and told him he could eat the tiny nut meats. 
                She told the group that squirrels, bears, deer and other animals depended on beechnut and other nuts, called "mast," for food and that the number of babies the animals had depended on the size of the nut harvest.  She watched the faces of the children, and when a few of them lost interest in what she was telling them, she moved on. 
                "Miss Moore, Miss Moore," one of the girls in the class said, tugging on the naturalist's green skirt.  Okay, Rune thought, the Naturalist is Miss Moore.  She was tall and slender with long brown braids and looked like a stumpy, like one of them.  Except for that doofy uniform, of course, that was really out there.
                As the movie progressed, Adam became more and more engaged in things Miss Moore was showing them.  Miss Willoughby was entranced too.  She began asking more questions, and so did Adam.  His questions were intelligent and articulate, and one couldn't help but remember what Miss Willoughby had said about him.  Harumph! thought Rune. 
                At that moment, McHaggerty's hand curled around Rune's shoulder and squeezed.  That was okay, sort of, but it lingered there.  After a few minutes of wondering what to do, Rune sat forward.  When the arm followed her forward, she got up and went off as if to go the bathroom. But rather than going to the bathroom, since she didn’t' have to go and didn't want to miss the movie, she sat a few rows farther back for what seemed like a reasonable bathroom time and returned to her seat.
                McHaggerty had his hands in his lap and kept them there for a while, and then, making a big show of stretching, he gently put his arm on the back of her seat again.  She moved forward on the seat so that the arm could not "accidentally" "fall" onto her shoulder.  She was worrying about what he was doing.  He had done similar stuff two years ago, but somehow it had seemed more innocent then.  For some reason, he was skeeving her out tonight.
                Rune had just started enjoying the movie again, with Adam behaving less and less like an autistic child, and more and more like a little genius, when McHaggerty laid a hand on her knee.  Rune got up and moved two seats away.  The theater was NOT crowded.
                In the movie, Nicole Moore takes the kids and Miss Willoughby camping on the nature Center grounds.  They write and illustrate their own field guides and books.  The same kids labeled special ed. were blossoming into lively joyous children. 
                McHaggerty moved over next to Rune.  He kept his hands and arms in his lap, but now just his presence was giving her the creeps. 
                The movie showed the kids exploring sculptures of animals made of metal, growing wildcats and cougars, deer and caribou and moose.  Then it showed the kids making their own animals out of clay.  They were inside an open-sided pavilion and it was raining outside. Adam was using a field guide and some other references to design a cormorant with its wings outstretched to dry.  He used sticks to hold the heavy wet clay feather, which he shaped one by one with a butter knife and a pencil.  The finished bird looked amazingly real for the work of a ten-year-old boy.
                The movie showed a scene in the old classroom.  It was winter and Adam was staring out the window watching the snow fall.  Miss Willowby showed a side of their tents pitched on a hill in the woods with the bay below.  She called Adam's name, and he turned from the window and smiled.  "I like nature," he said, "I like the beech trees and the cabbage butterflies. And I like herons and cormorants.  He took his drawings from his desk and held them up, one by one."  Wonderful drawings of plants and animals.
                There was a flashback to Miss Willoughby talking to the psychiatrist, who was telling her not to get her hopes up about Adam, and to Miss Willoughby telling Miss Moore that Adam was a hopeless cae.  Then a scene of Adam skipping through the forest with binoculars, stopping to look at woodpeckers and nut hatches, a scene of him leading a group of children up over snowy hills with his rosy cheeks all aglow and the movie ended. 
                Rune and Dr. McHaggerty sat and watched the credits.  They were interested in knowing more about the movie, its makers and shakers.
                Then they went back to the Library for an after movie snack of sushi and Saki, and talked about the movie.  Rune was excited about it, just as McHaggerty expected, and he smiled indulgently as she talked about the high points and low points, about the filming, about the nature center, the teacher and the naturalist.
                "I wish I could help people like that.  Nicole Moore didn't teach Adam to love nature: he already loved nature.  But she brought out the best in him and helped him find what he wanted and become more himself.  I think she also really helped Eva Willoughby learn to love nature and become a better teacher.  And of course, she helped the other kids learn to love nature too.
                "It was a great movie, thanks for taking me to see it.  I hope I'll be like Nicole Moore some time, when I grow up."
                "You're already a lot like Nicole Moore," Dr. McHaggerty said, taking her hand, squeezing it, and releasing it.
                When they got to her house, Rune thanked Dr. McHaggerty again and he leaned to give her a kiss.  Rune turned her head away and the kiss landed on the side of he mouth and on her cheek.  She ran inside and watched out the window as he drove away.  Then she wiped her mouth and cheek with her hand and wiped her hand on her pants.


Chapter 7:  Two visits from Jody

            Rune sat in her office working on her homework for Dr. () on her computer.  She had the word program up and was writing a project proposal.  On another screen, which she flipped out of sight whenever she heard footsteps, was her research on the Cornell poisoning incident 13 years ago.  Whenever she needed a break from her ()-research, instead of checking her email or facebook, she looked at her growing list of links to and information about the incident.  She also had collected links to poisonous mushrooms and therapies for mushroom poisoning.  While she was at it, she added links to Psilocybin mushrooms, thinking of a projects course related to her research with Dr. Ned Tedeschki.  She could still add this as a projects course and get credit for all this good research she was doing, and surely she could find a way to link it all to her overall objectives.
            On her desk, she had a cup of mint tea, which she sipped from time to time, and whenever it got low, she warmed it up in the Entomology microwave.
            At one point, feeling the need to stretch her legs, Rune got up and took the top off the terrarium of giant Malagasi hissing cockroaches, took out one of the largest specimens, and stroked it gently, listening to it hiss and feeling the little sharp spikes of its feet pinch her fingers.  The graduate student who had this office before her was an entomology student, which was appropriate, since this was the entomology floor, and had raised hissing cockroaches as pets.  He hadn't taken them with him when he left.  Dr. McHaggerty, when he installed her in the entomology floor office, had said she could turn the cockroaches in to Dr. Simeone if she didn't want them in there, but Rune liked them and kind of enjoyed the horror of most of her friends when they came to visit and she took out one of huge cockroaches and petted it lovingly.  She tossed in some monkey chow and got to back to work.
            Later, she checked the message-board on her door.  Several people had left her notes, and there were also a few folded ones in the basket she left for longer notes.  (Save this for when a real novel-related message needs to be left.)
            Rune was researching ways of presenting nature to children.  Her current paper was on the topic of teaching children about trees.  Much of the research was about setting goals, meeting syllabus requirements, imparting information and testing knowledge gained.  Rune wanted to see more about awakening a sense of wonder, of love for nature, the earth and the outdoors.
            She was feeling annoyed at the whole attitude of the teaching community and wondered if she was going into the right field.  She got up and stomped angrily around the room thinking bad thoughts about the education system and finally noticed that her Vibram soles were leaving clops of dirt on her recently mopped floor.  The janitor was a paragon of patience, but Rune didn't want to be the one to try him, so she went into Larry's office looking for a broom and dustpan.  Larry was sitting at one of his computer screens and got up to greet her.  She gave him a hug, and over his shoulder noticed a screen that looked like her list of links to events surrounding the poisoning of the four Cornell professors thirteen years ago.
            Rune tightened her hug and gave Larry a kiss on the cheek.  For a moment, she laughed to herself, wondering if he found her kiss as upsetting as she found McHaggerty's.  "Ahem!" she said, loudly, in his left ear, which was next to her mouth.  He jumped, and then twitched as he seemed to realize what she was looking at.
            "Yes, that is your computer screen up on mine.  I was doing some routine maintenance and, as you know or should know, I have access to everyone's computers.  I download new programs, install anti-virus software, clean out people's deleted mail, and perform other routine tasks.   I don't normally make a habit of spying on people, I just now happened upon this, and I must say, I'm a little . . . um . . . disappointed and um . . . worried."
            Rune still had her arms around him.  She hugged him, and without letting go entirely, holding him now by the shoulders, she leaned back to look into his face.
            "Larry, you told me to stop asking questions.  I'm not asking questions any more," Except a few to Dr. McHaggerty, she thought to herself.
            "I told you, Rune," Larry said, "to drop it.  Leave it. Forget it."  And saying that, he leaned back toward her and planted an unexpected but prim and sober kiss right on her lips.  Rune kissed him back.  She felt utterly safe kissing him.
            "Larry, I love you," she said.
            "I love you, too," he said, and they both laughed, an easy relaxed laugh.  Rune thought of McHaggerty and wished she felt that way with him.  She took the broom and dustpan into her office and cleaned the floor, brought back the broom and went back to work.  Larry went by a few minutes later pushing a cart of equipment.  Rune didn't bother looking to see what equipment it was.  She was reading an article about (that guy who has kids grokking nature--Campbell?) and for the first time since she started work that morning, she smiled.
            No one had stopped by to invite her to the early lunch the TA's had to eat in order to be ready for the ride to the field trip on the green bus.  She got out a can of sardines and an apple from her emergency food stash drawers, scarfed down a quick lunch, and returned to reading about Joseph Bharat Cornell. She downloaded his book, Sharing Nature with Children, and plunged into reading it, with an occasional eye on the clock.
            Sometime later, she heard footsteps and looked up to see Dr. McHaggerty amble in with Jody on his arm.  Jody looked half-crocked.  She was smiling stupidly with her eyes slitted, reeling around, and leaning leaning on McHaggerty.  McHaggerty seemed slightly tipsy himself, which seemed strange, since the field trip was due to collect at the buses in about twenty minutes.
            "We thought we'd stop in and see you," McHaggerty said, his voice slightly slurred.  "We've been having such a good time, and we thought it was a real shame you were so straight-laced.  "Too bad you probably wouldn't want to join us," he said, smiling crookedly.  Then, taking Jody firmly by the arm, he steered her back out of the room.
            Rune returned to her reading, feeling discomfited.  Then she got up, washed her hands, and sat back down again.  She read for ten more minutes, without seeing anything she was reading, and got up and went down to the waiting buses.  McHaggerty was not there.  He'd sent word to go ahead without him, he's be along.  Rune wanted to wash her hands again.
            Rune sat with Bart, and after they'd been riding about ten minutes, talking about essentially nothing, she blurted out what she had just seen.
            "Those two are getting it on," Bart said.  "They were last year, too, while you were gone."
            "Jody was with me."
            "Only during the summer; she was here all school year."
            "Oh yeah.  That's right, the Mexico thing was during the summer, I forgot. I wasn't thinking."
            "It's a little bit icky," Rune said with disgust.  "My Dad was nine years older than my Mom.  But McHaggerty's married and Elizabeth's really nice and he's . . . what, twenty three years older than she is?  It's gross, I'm sorry."
            "I know," Bart said, "We all thought so last year."
            "Everyone knew?"
            "They weren't very discreet about it--it's almost as if they were each showing the other off like some prize."
            "Gross," Rune repeated.  "I can't believe that Jody would want to screw someone that much older than she is--she's so pretty--she could have anyone."
            "McHaggerty has status.  Everyone knows that.  Girls like that."
            "I don't," Rune said, with disgust.
            Then, lowering her voice even farther, she told Bart about her research about the mushroom poisonings of the Cornell professors and about how Larry Thompson had it up on his screen in his workroom.  "He said it was an accident, that he wasn't spying on me, but I'm not sure if I believe him."
            "You like Larry."
            "I like him a lot.  I also like Dr McHaggerty.  This is all so confusing and upsetting.  I don't know what to think."  She paused a long moment, and then added, "Bart, he made a pass at me last night.  I'm sort of afraid of him now."
            "What do you mean, he made a pass at you?"
            Run told him about dinner and the movies and the arm and the kiss.
            "I wonder if you should tell someone," Bart said.
            "I'm telling you."
            "No, I mean, like a Dean of students or a counselor or something."
            "I don't want to get him in trouble."
            "Maybe he needs to be gotten in trouble."

            After the field trip, Rune was sitting in her office with her head in her hands feeling a little depressed, when she heard footsteps and looked up.  It was Jody, alone, looking both more alert and somewhat sheepish.
            “You probably think I am a complete loser!” She exclaimed.
“What do you mean?”
            “Because I’m screwing McHaggerty.  He seduced me, but I admit, I sort of allowed it it—it seemed exciting at the time, last year.  Now it’s just—well—gross.  I feel ashamed and embarrassed, but I don’t know how to get out of it.”
            “Jody, he’s been coming on to me.”
            “I know, he old me.”
            “He told you?”
            “He wants to do a ménage a trios.”
            “And do you want to?”
            “I don’t want to do anything with him, but I don’t know how to extricate myself.  He got me my job, for one thing.”
            “I do not envy you.  I have no answers.  I’d say, just say no, but that’s very hard for me, and I can’t give you advice that I can’t follow myself.”

Chapter 5 Dinner with McHaggerty (Jumping Back)


     This follows directly after breakfast as Cosmos, which is chapter 4, if you scroll back down.  very first drafty.

           Chapter 5 Dinner with McHaggerty
                As the day's field trip ended and the kids climbed into the green bus for the ride back to campus, Rune climbed into McHaggerty's Land Rover.  (OR what?)  His Land Rover was newer than ()'s, and in much better shape, and the seats were more comfortable, and Rune, who was tired from hiking and standing slumped into the passenger seat and relaxed as Dr. McHaggerty drove them to Manlius, a small town that was an outlying suburb or Syracuse.
                The movie they were going to see, A Child in the Forest, was not a blockbuster movie, but a small film made by some Universityfilm-making students at Maine College of Arts (MCA, pronounced Mecca) Portland Maine documenting the supposedly true story of a boy diagnosed with autism who had blossomed under the loving guidance of a naturalist at (), near Portland, Maine.  It would never be shown at any of the larger theaters, and was showing for one night only at the small Manlius theater.  Dr McHaggerty rambled on about it as he drove, telling Rune that the theater's owner's elder daughter, Jennifer, went to school at MCA, and his younger daughter, Alice, was at ESF studying to be a naturalist.
                "Oh, Alice Hartman!" Rune exclaimed, "I know her, she's in my program."
                "Oui, Exactement!!" McHaggerty exclaimed, in a very fake French accent.  Rune could almost imagine him twirling a villain's long curled mustache, and it made her uneasy. "That's why I thought you'd like to see it.  It applies, of course, to your area of study."
                They went to dinner at The Library, a small sidewalk Cafe in the same block in downtown Manlius as the theater.  The evening was cooling off and a small breeze had come up, and there weren't many people eating outside.  They took a table near the building for shelter from the wind and away from the two other sets of patrons.
                "May I order for you?" Dr. McHaggerty asked.  Rune agreed and he got up and disappeared inside.  Rune smiled.  She never knew what McHaggerty would order for her, but it was always good.
                A few minutes later, the waitress came out with a bottle of red wine, which she opened to allow it to breathe.  That gave her a hint that the main course would probably be beef.  A few minutes later, she came back and poured a taste for Dr. McHaggerty, who declared it "fine."
                The wine was good, a little dryer than Rune would prefer, but she never mentioned this to McHaggerty.  She didn't want him to lower her in his estimation.  He felt dry wines were preferable to sweet ones.
                Soon the waitress returned with a plate of grilled calamari.  Rune had had grilled calamari in Slovenia and had loved it.  She never expected to be able find it in the the USA and was pleasantly surprised how good it was.
                "This is great!" she gushed to to McHaggerty.
                "I thought you would like it," he said, beaming.
                "I do, I really do, thank you!  Thanks so much." she went back to concentrating on the food and noticed that tiny glasses of white wine had been served with the calamari.  It wasn't as dry as she expected, and she knew that he'd had the waitress bring them out just for her amusement.  They were shot-glass size, and Rune sipped delicately between bites of calamari.  She noticed that McHaggerty wasn't taking much, and knew he was leaving it for her.  He was such a nice man.
                The main course was aged filet mignon, tender enough to cut with a fork, passed over a flame briefly, just enough to tinge the otherwise red meat, with thin slices of grilled garlic inserted into slits in the meat.  It was exquisite.
                There were three spears of perfectly cooked asparagus woven under and over a ring of baked acorn squash dusted with a light mix of cinnamon, cloves and brown sugar.
                For dessert, McHaggerty had ordered her a small portion of death by chocolate so rich that Runes embarrassed to be eating it in front of him.  It was almost orgasmicly delicious.
                They didn't talk much during dinner.  Rune ate, and McHaggerty watched her as he too ate.  He seemed to enjoy his food, but Rune reveled in hers. 
                After dinner, they sat back in their chairs to enjoy the last of the wine and McHaggerty said, "Have you heard from Buck?"
                Rune wondered if he was psychic.  "I just got a letter from him.  He's coming here. Like next week."
                "You don't look too happy about it."
                "I'm not.  He wants something, but I don't know what."
                "Why do you say that?"
                "He said he needed to talk to me. He did not say why."
                "You don't have to give it to him.  You can always say no."
                "Saying no is not my forte." Rune declared.  She thought she a flicker of a smile pass over McHaggerty's lips and it gave her the willies.
                "So, what was your favorite thing about Slovenia?" he asked, and she was grateful for the change of subject. 
                "Oh, that's an impossible question to answer.  It was all so exciting.  I loved loved loved the dance of the dead, for example. I'm not sure it was my favorite thing, but it was so cool."
                "The Dance of the Dead?"
                "Yeah, it was this incredible () in this little old church in ().  It showed skeletons dancing with the rich, the poor, the young, the old, a baby.  And the angels had goiters and rotten teeth because everyone there had goiters because there was a lack of iodine in their diets.  I'll send you a link, there are pictures on line.  yr not allowed to take any while you're there, but I did sneak a few.  Not on this phone, obviously, since you just handed them out."
                "What else?"
                "I loved Grad Prejama, that's a castle in Prejama.  It was a beautiful castle, now a museum, built into a cave.  They withheld a siege because the cave had passages to another valley where they were able to get supplies during the siege.  Then after the siege ended, the king was murdered in his own bathroom by his own people."
                That's an interesting story, did you get so see the cave?"
                "Some of it, and some others, too."
                "What else?"
                "In Bled, there was a castle on a cliff, very lovely and photogenic.  Also a museum, and a church on an island.  So beautiful.  And huge mountains.  Triglava.  Wow!"
                "And you have photographs of all these things."
                "Well, yes.  I do."
                "And when I get it set up, you'll give a show."
                "Yes. Listen, Dr. McHaggerty, Larry Thompson told me not to ask about the deaths of those four Cornell professors.  But it seems so unlikely that they made that kind of mistake.  Do you have any idea why he would discourage me from asking about it?"
                "No, none," McHaggerty said, his eyes suddenly serious and sad.  "I have to admit, but I'd prefer you don't talk about this, please, though I thought they'd been murdered and I said so at the time."
                "If you said so then, why not now?"
                "It's been thirteen years.  It seems as if it's time to let sleeping dogs lie.  I have no idea who did it.  Someone did, that much I believe.  But what good is it to stir it all up again?"
                "But then why do you use it as a teaching tool? 
                "Because I think it could save lives if people use it as a warning."
                "Even though you don't believe that's what really happened?"
                "Even so.  Collecting multiple kids of mushrooms can lead to possible contamination or confusion.  It's a kind of dangerous carelessness."
                "You're not really sure what happened, are you?"
                "No, not absolutely.  Either someone somehow maliciously poisoned them or they made a terrible mistake.  That possible mistake could be avoided, if indeed that was what happened."
                “But . . . if it wasn’t happened, perhaps not collecting mushrooms together isn’t quite as bad as you’re making it out to be—if people were careful, why couldn’t they collect say three kids of safe mushrooms?”
                “I would recommend that for safety’s sake, if you wanted to do that, that you collect them into separate bags to examine again later—to avoid cross contamination. I don’t think beginners should do that.”
                “I think you’re over-compensating for something that never happened.  But never mind that for now; why did Larry tell me to butt out, to stop asking questions?  Could he have been involved?”
                “I trust Larry, and besides, he was down in North Carolina or somewhere because his mother was dying.  I’m 99 and 44/100th% sure he really was there with his mother and not up in the Adirondacks with the fated professors.”
                “Who was up there? Was anyone with them?  Did anyone come back alive?”
                “Rune, leave it be.  Really, just drop it.  It’s time for the movie to start anyway.”  McHaggerty called for the waiter and asked for the check.  Rune stood and followed him toward the theater, shaking her head.

Monday, November 21, 2011

Progress meter, November 21


Chapter ?-3: Crouse Irving (leaping Ahead again) (Spoiler warning)


Okay, I'm posting this just to post something to show I am working.  I've jumped ahead several chapters again.  Read at the peril of missing parts of the novel.  Eventually, I will get them in here, but I cannot do it now.  The three after the ?-mark means it is 3 chapter after the last leap forward.  I HAVE WRITTEN the in-between chapters, but they are at my office, and not available to be posted.  (NOTE: Crouse Irving is a hospital in Syracuse located on the corner of Crouse and Irving Streets.)  Also note that this is a VERY first draft!


Chapter ?-3:  Crouse Irving

                "Peter, I need you to come immediately," Rune said without preamble.  "Yes, I know it's almost three AM.  Eliza needs to go to the hospital; she’s been poisoned.  Yes, I know you are terribly upset with her, but Peter, I think she was raped.  Please come immediately, I can't take her to the hospital on my motorcycle, she’s too weak from barfing.  If you’re not here in five minutes, I am calling Jody. Peter, it's life and death, and this is not a joke."
                Rune could have called one of the others, but she knew that Peter loved Eliza and deep down would want to help her if he could get past his shock and dismay over what he, what they all, had witnessed a few days ago.  She was hoping she was right and wasn't going to make things worse rather than better by meddling.
                As soon as she set the phone down, she dialed Elizabeth.  Three AM be damned!  She hoped Elizabeth kept her cell near the bed and on and would pick up. 
                It rang about five times, but the voice at the other was not foggy with sleep.
                "Elizabeth, it's Rune.  Is Dr. McHaggerty okay?  He's not?  He's sick?  He's vomiting?  Take him to the hospital.  He doesn't want to go?  He thinks what?  NO! it's not Coprius and alcohol.  There's no evidence that Shaggy manes react with alcohol that way.  He said so himself.  The old beliefs[1] are leaking back because he’s sick. Elizabeth, he's been poisoned, I'm sure of it.  Someone's trying to kill him.  Take him to the hospital now.  If he won't go, call me back and I'll send Carter, Scott and Bart out there to get him.  Tell him that! It's urgent. Go now."
                Peter flew in through the door and Rune pointed toward the bathroom.  He reappeared with Eliza in his arms like a child, and headed out the door with her.  Cassie appeared from the hallway, wiping the sleep from her eyes.
                "What's . . ."
                "No time to explain," Rune said, pausing in the doorway.  "I think Eliza has been poisoned.  We're taking her to the hospital," and with that, she darted out the door, slamming it behind her and made it to Peter's car as he was pulling away.  She leapt in.
                Peter looked grim.  Eliza was collapsed in the back seat, dry-heaving still, with spittle hanging from the side of her moth.  Her eyes were glazed-looking and unfocussed.
                Driving like a madman, Peter squealed around corners.   They weren't far from the hospital and there was no traffic.  Peter carried Eliza into Emergency, and for once, she was taken right in, before a man with a mangled hand  who was moaning on the closest bench, a feverish looking child in the arms of her father, and a horde of other late-night injuries and illnesses.  
                "Mushroom poisoning," Rune calmly and firmly told the RN and then the night resident. Peter laid Eliza on a gurney and drew the curtains around them.
                "Do you have any of the mushrooms?"
                "Yes, they are in a Ziploc bag in my pocket.  Amanita phalloides, the destroying angel."
                "Are you sure."
                "Yes," Rune said, sounding utterly confident.  In truth, she was not.  Not 100 percent confident.  But in her heart of hearts, she was sure.
                "We'll have to call a mushroom expert," the resident said. 
                "We are mushroom experts,” Rune said, standing tall, indicating Peter and herself.  "And Dr. Colin McHaggerty from the College of Environmental Sciences and Forestry is on his way in."  Rune didn't know that, either.  She hoped it was true, but a peek at her cell phone indicated no signal.  Maybe the hospital had some way of blocking cell phones.  She'd have to slip out and check on McHaggerty.
                "Milk thistle," Rune said.  “It will help save the liver.  Too late to pump her stomach, the mushrooms have already moved through.  She needs to hydrated . . ."
                "Let me do my job," the resident said, in a tired, irritated voice.  He was young and handsome, dark skin, dark hair, dark eyes, a five o’clock shadow.  Rune peered at his nametag.
            “I’m sorry,” the resident said, “it’s been a long, trying night already, and it doesn’t look as if it will let up any time soon.  But I should have introduced myself.  I am Dr. Ibrahim, Aariz Ibrahim.  Pleased to me you.”
            Rune and Peter introduced themselves and Eliza, who seemed to be feeling a little better.  She sat up and shook the residents hand.  Her heaving had stopped, at least for the moment.
             "What is your relationship to the patient?" The resident asked.
              "I am her fiancé," Peter said, speaking up sharply, his first words since he carried her in.  Rune had done all the talking.  Rune looked at him in surprise and gratitude.  She wasn't sure if he was just saying it for the resident’s benefit or if he meant it, but it eased her heart a little.

            After questioning Eliza to be sure she had eaten mushrooms, listening to her heart, palpating her stomach, and examining her eyes, Dr. Ibraham left.  A few minutes later, a nurse bustled in with a milk-shake size container of charcoal.  It was incredibly black.  Eliza drank it.  She gagged on it a couple of times, but managed to choke it down. 
            “It tastes like chalk,” she said. 
            About five minutes later, she clambered down off the gurney looking green around the gills. 
“Where are you going?” Peter asked, looking alarmed.  Rune grabbed the orange upchuck pan from the bedside stand and Eliza vomited into it. 

“It’s possible she may need a liver transplant,” Dr. Ibrahim said, a little while later.  “We’re thinking of sending her to Strong Memorial in Rochester.  They have really the only well-equipped liver transplant unit around.”
“Milk thistle,” Rune repeated stubbornly.
“She has to hold it down,” Dr. Ibrahim stated. “We can give her massive doses of penicillin, that’s been shown effective in some cases.”
Rune was almost holding her breath.  Destroying Angel consumption used to be an out and out automatic death sentence.  Now, patients had a chance of surviving if they got in early enough.


Again, after Dr. Ibrahim left, the nurse hurried in with a huge needle—the penicillin.  To Rune, Eliza looked so tiny and frail.  Peter must have felt that way too.  He hovered close to her, and Rune thought he wanted to put his arms around her.
“I gotta go!” Eliza said, half sobbing, grabbing the nurses arm, “”Where the bathroom?”
The nurse pushed us out of the curtained area, and a smell of diarrhea flooded into the area outside.  The nurse got another orange pan and washcloths and cleaned her up—and put her in a diaper.  She then hooked her up to IV.  And took her blood.  Rune watched, peering through a crack in the curtains.
“Stay here,” she ordered Peter, “I want to check . . . I need to check on something.” She went to the waiting room and looked for McHaggerty and Elizabeth, but there was no sign of them.  She went to the front desk and waited behind a man who was bleeding from the head.  Gunshot wound.  When he was told to wait and sat on the nearest chair with blood dribbling down his face, she asked if Dr. McHaggerty had been admitted.  She said no.
Rune went out to call Elizabeth and ask what was keeping them.  Maybe they’d gone to another hospital; she hadn’t thought of that.  She got out her iPhone and sat on the curb, feeling suddenly overly exhausted.  A car came tearing up the entry way; it looked like Scott’s Subaru.  And it was.
As soon as the car stopped, Bart, Carter and Scott leaped out and dragged a protesting Dr. McHaggerty toward the Emergency room.  Elizabeth opened the front door, got out, and stood beside Rune, who had stood up and leaped out of the way as Scott had come careening toward her.
“He wouldn’t come and I couldn’t reach you.  I called Bart and he woke Scott and Carter.   They came in Scott’s car because it was the biggest, newest and safest,” Elizabeth said, somewhat breathlessly, and then turned to follow the others.  Rune followed them in and inserted herself at the front of the cue at the reception desk.
“It’s another mushroom poisoning, she said, before anyone spoke, from the same batch of mushrooms.”  A gurney appeared and McHaggerty was wheeled away.  The others followed and McHaggerty was placed in a curtained area 4 slots down from Eliza’s. 
Peter stuck his head out and whispered under his breath to Rune, “I hope he dies.”


[1] make more of a point about this earlier!!!  It’s extremely important.

slow progress

I have more work to post, but it is at the office at Rolandale and I am at Moran.  I have a doctor's appointment, so I can't go to the office, but I will post more work as soon as I can.  I am not keeping up like I did last year.  I probably will not make 50,000 words--It will take a miracle at this point.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Novel Notes, Death Angel

I've added these notes to the beginning of my novel.  I will take out the "cough cough" before I send it to a publisher:


NOTES:
  1. This book is a *novel,* a work of fiction, and is not intended to teach about mushrooms.  A mistake with mushrooms can be fatal. Do NOT use this book as a field guide.  Before you collect any mushrooms for eating, medicinal or recreational purposes, study with an accredited mycologist and/or read several reliable mushroom guides.  THIS AUTHOR IS NOT A MYCOLOGIST AND HAS NEVER TAKEN A MYCOLOGY CLASS.*
  2. This book is a work of the imagination.  It is fiction and any resemblance of the characters to real people is purely coincidental. (cough cough!) This book does not intend or pretend to accurately represent Syracuse or Cornell Universities or the cities of Syracuse or Ithaca or anything else.
*This author does, however, collect and eat wild mushrooms and has survived to age 65 so far.  Knock knock.

Friday, November 18, 2011

First Light on my Sketchbook Project art

Well, I've been busy with traveling and working on my novel for NaNoWriMo, and I haven't been at all happy with this sketchbook--poor quality paper!!  I like to do water media and paper is too thin and transparent for that.  But here are my efforts, such they are.  Andrea's are so much better!!!


The inner cover is done with pigment pens


The first 2-page spread of a turtle is done in watercolors.


 Pink Evening Primrose, Texas; water-color pencils and pen and ink.


 Last Roses of Autumn;  water color pencils.


 Leaning Tower:  Pigment pens and water-color pencils.

  
Engakulated; Pigment pens and water-color pencils. 



Disengakulated; Pigment pens and water-color pencils.

Click on any images to see them all enlarged.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Reading and Writing "ahead" (Spoiler Alert!)

As of this moment, I have 15, 039 words and am way behind.  And tomorrow I have to take Graham to get his passport and go to the doctor etc etc, so who knows how much writing I can get done.

I have stuff between chapter 4 and this chapter, but it isn't organized yet, so if you don't want a "spoiler," because it skips ahead don't read this.  It's also full of first draft errors.


Chapter 7?:  Angel’s Berretta and the Melodrama of the Year

            Fred Wheeler, the greenhouse guru, had invited the mycology TAs up to the Mycology Greenhouse on top of Illick to view his current edible and poisonous mushroom collection, which he kept, both in conjunction with the mycology professors, and for himself. Because the TAs had different personal and academic schedules, he did not request or expect them to all show up at once. 
            Rune decided to go up after class, and with a whisper, asked Cassie if she wanted to go, too.  She nodded, and as they left class, they found themselves in a group with most of the TA’s: Bart, Peter, Angel, Carter and Scott.  Jody appeared from somewhere and tagged along.
            Fred smiled and stood up from his desk in his workroom to welcome them.  He always seemed eager for company, yet somehow shy.  Rune had made friends with him as an undergraduate, first because she’d loved hanging out in the greenhouses and would go there to look around, read, study, write, and take pictures.  In her senior year, she took a one-credit course in plant propagation that Fred Wheeler taught.  They had become closer then, but although Fred was friendly and eager, he was also shy to the point of reticence.  He spoke quietly, with a lisp similar to Larry’s.  He kept his head down and rarely looked any of them in the eye. But he showed them his cellar, which seemed odd on the rood of Illick, and his mushrooms that grew in shade and sunshine.  He told them which ones could be used for labs for McHaggerty's class and which belonged to Dr. Wang or (other professors [return to this]) and which were his and could be used for student research.  He showed them "cellar" rooms and empty greenhouses rooms that the grad students could use for their research.  And at the end, he gave them each a small sample of parasol mushroom, one of the wild mushrooms that could be eaten raw, and a bag of shiitakes from his half-rotted shiitake log.
            Rune offered to cook the mushrooms and make a stir-fry at the girl's apartment, if everyone was up for it, and they all headed down through Oakwood cemetery to Colvin and down Colvin to the girls apartment. 
            They went in talking and laughing and were assaulted by the strong smell of fried mushrooms.  Rune set down her backpack and got out the wok.  Cassie went in the living room to put on some music and the boys busied themselves punching each other in the shoulder and calling each other inappropriate and non-PC names.
            The cutting board was already out, Rune noticed, and a paring knife and a Teflon frying pan pushed to the back burner.  The butter dish was open on the counter.  Someone had obviously already been frying mushroom. Had to be Eliza, Ellen or Bella.  Rune looked in the compost bin.  There were shaggy mane stems, bits of black shaggy mane edges, grass and dirt and other mushroom bits that looked too white.  She didn't think much about it, but something was niggling at her.
            "They never grow up," Angel said, referring to Bart, Peter, Scott and Carter who were roughhousing in the part of the kitchen closest to the hallway to bedrooms.  She shifted around from foot to foot, looking embarrassed.  Rune supposed it because of the fight they’d had and the way Angel had stormed out.  There was a lull in the noise and Rune heard the sound of squeaking springs coming from Eliza's room.
            For a moment, Rune thought nothing of the sex sounds; they were common enough for Eliza and Peter.  But Peter was here in the kitchen.  Startled, she glanced at him, and wished she hadn't.  He looked stricken.  He stood in an awkward posture from the rough-housing like a victim of freeze tag waiting to be freed by a touch, his head twisted toward the hall and tilted in a clichéd listening posture.
            Suddenly, he turned and flew down the hall.  Rune, without thinking, took off after him, rounding the corner in time to see Peter lift his foot and with a mighty kick and a loud sound of rending wood, bash down the door to Eliza's room.  Eliza shrieked.
            Rune was at the door in time to see Peter kick at naked man who humping Eliza.  The man rolled to the side and off the bed and Eliza lay for a moment in the center of the bed, as if stunned, with her legs splayed open. 
Peter screamed, “You whore.  I thought you loved me!  He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her, then flew at the man cringing behind the bed attempting to cover himself with a sheet that was still tucked into the bed at the bottom. 
            In horror, Rune realized the man was McHaggerty.  She thought, somewhat incongruously, that he was not nearly as handsome naked as he was clothed.  His skin did not have the taut smoothness of the boys--young men--Rune’s age, but sagged slightly, and wrinkled oddly. He had a belly, a bit of a bear gut, and lines on his hips from his pants.  Unlike the golden tan on his face, the skin on his chest was pale and sickly looking.
            Out of the corner of her eye, Rune saw Jody standing in the doorway looking shocked and drawn.
            Peter grabbed McHaggerty by the hair, hauled him up a few feet off the floor, and punched him.
            Simultaneously, someone else was shrieking. 
            Angel whipped a Berretta 25 (?) out of her pocket, and holding it in both hands--Rune thought oddly of a TV detective program--and aimed it at McHaggerty. 
            "You lying philandering asshole!” she shouted.  “Get out of the way, Peter!"
            Rune, without thinking, brought her arm up under Angel’s arms, and the gun fired into the window behind McHaggerty, shattering the glass.  Bart tackled Angel, knocking her to the floor, but Angel had a death-grip on the gun and aimed again. Peter yanked McHaggerty to the side and the bullet entered the wall right where McHaggerty's head had been.  Rune kicked with all her strength at the gun, knocking it out of Angel's hands.  Bart and Angel rolled for the gun, but Bart got there a millisecond before her.
            Angel leaped away, jumping up onto the bed where Eliza had managed to wrap a blanket around herself.  She kicked Eliza hard, and continued over the bed onto the floor where she attacked McHaggerty with her nails and teeth, drawing long bleeding welts on his cheeks and chest. 
            "You liar! You asshole! you son of bitch! I hope you burn in Hell!” she screamed, her voice ragged and raw and at such a high volume that is was hard to make out the words.  Bart handed the gun to Carter, and told him to get it out of the room to safety.  Then he and Scott grabbed Angel’s flailing arms and pulled her away from the still naked McHaggerty. 
            Peter stood shaking, looking with fury at McHaggerty.  In a low voice, he said, "I'd kill you myself, but you are not worth the effort.  You are the filthiest scum of the scum."
            He turned and strode from the room. 
            Rune noticed a bottle of wine on the bedside table with two glasses.  Eliza was under age and always made a point not to drink.  How had he talked her into it?  Were there any date-rape drugs involved?  Rune knew nothing about date-rape drugs.  But this whole scenario was too strange.  Eliza, who was always faithful to Peter, Eliza who never drank, had been drinking and screwing McHaggerty.
            Rune looked at McHaggerty.  He held his pants up in front of his genitals and looked mortified, appalled and frightened.  It occurred to her they should all leave, and she grabbed at the boys who were still holding a shrieking Angel and tilted her head toward the door.  Bart and Scott dragged Angel from the room and Rune tried to pull shut the door.