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  Who would help her this time? Her throat closed tight, hurting. She rubbed her belly, fingertips moving over her skin in a pattern that had become so familiar to her over the years. Her child swam inside her, growing. It would be born with an effort of sweat and blood, and she’d hold it warm from her womb, loving it even before she saw its face. But who would help her through the labor, through the pain? Who would catch the child, and who would cut the cord that tied it to her?

  Fear, huge and relentless, pushed her to the bed. She sat, trembling, fist pressed to her mouth to stop from crying out loud. The hand not at her lips caressed her belly, soothing the baby even as she fought to calm herself.

  She would get through this, she thought fiercely, shaking. Her knuckles broke against her teeth, and the taste of blood made her choke. She looked at her hand, seeing the wounds she’d caused herself. Blood. When the baby came, there’d be a lot more of it.

  She would not think about it now. She could not. It would be too easy to let herself wallow in fear for the length of her pregnancy. She’d seen it happen, even to hopemothers who’d caught many times before.

  She wiped the blood away with determined strokes. Tobin called her name from the hall, and she rose from the bed. She pulled the oversized t-shirt on and gathered the clothes she was taking for Tobin and herself.

  “Coming!” Barefoot, she went to take her turn in the bath.

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  27-

  There were only three other houses along the road. They went to each of them; Elanna checked the kitchen and Tobin checked the garage. None of the other houses had cars, batteries, or much of anything else.

  “That’s about it,” Tobin said after they’d searched the third house and found nothing they wanted or needed to take along.

  Elanna paused on the doorstep, mumbling. Her eyes were closed, her head bent. He leaned closer to hear her words, but didn’t understand them.

  “Ah-mayn,” she concluded and opened her eyes.

  “What were you doing?”

  “It’s Hebrew. I was saying the Shehechyanu,” she said, her voice puzzled. “Why?”

  “I couldn’t understand you.”

  “You’re not one of us.”

  He didn’t like the way that sounded. He didn’t want to remember that they’d come from places so different. She had a past and a history, now a language, that he could never experience.

  He scowled. “You make that sound so bad.”

  Elanna looked at him, her lovely eyes showing surprise. “It’s not bad. It’s not good. It just is.”

  “Tell me what you said,” he asked.

  He could tell she was just humoring him, but she spoke anyway. “Baruch ata adonai, eloheynu melech l’olam, shehechyanu, vechiamanu, vehigianu, lazman hazeh.”

  “That sounds like a mouthful.”

  He’d offended her. She turned and began to walk away, shoulders stiff and her head high. She moved fast, much faster than he’d expected. He almost had to run to catch up to her.

  “Elanna, I’m sorry.”

  “Didn’t you ever pray?” she demanded, turning. “I know you don’t have the same customs as we did, but didn’t you pray? Didn’t you ever give thanks to God?”

  His experience with God was Old Pa saying “God damn it.” He’d read about God, and religion, and he knew that people had worshipped in churches and synagogues and mosques and temples, but he had no idea what any of those places were. The churches in Eastport hadn’t had a congregation since well before his grandparents’ birth.

  “No,” he said humbly. “I guess I never did.”

  She stared at him blankly. “Why not?”

  “I don’t know. Nobody ever told me I should.”

  That seemed to concern her. “Have you ever felt like something was leading you, or helping you, even though you couldn’t see it? Or have you ever wanted something, terribly, but you didn’t think you’d ever have it? And then you found it?”

  He thought of his longing, fueled by the heroines in all his novels, to find someone with whom he could share his life. He thought about his dreams of finding other people. Having children. He looked at her face, so earnest.

  “Yes. I have.”

  “That was Adonai, watching over you,” she said. “That was Ha-Shem. God. Whatever you want to call it.”

  He shook his head slowly. “I don’t know if I believe that.”

  She sighed. “Then what do you think brought you to me?”

  “We got lucky,” Tobin said

  Elanna shook her head. “No. It wasn’t luck. It was Ha-Shem, watching out for us.”

  He wanted to believe her, even though what she said sounded to him like the most fantastic of fairy tales. “All right.”

  Her smile was worth his agreement.

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  Elanna was useless when it came to driving. Watching the gatherers drive by in a parade was no help when it came to actually doing it herself. She gladly gave over the duty to Tobin, who at least could figure out how to ignite the engine.

  He was so proud of himself, she thought fondly, as he lectured her on just how far to turn the wheel so the car would go in the direction they wanted it to. She couldn’t really care less about the logistics. As long as he knew what he was doing, that was fine with her. But she humored him, because it made her happy to see him act so proud.

  “That’s great, honey,” she said, and was surprised to see his cheeks flush. He was blushing? She’d made him blush, just by calling him a pet name?

  Elanna looked out the window, watching the world flash by. He confused her. She’d never been with a man who wanted her but didn’t take her. She’d never met a man she wanted so badly.

  “We’re going so fast!” Elanna marveled, rolling down the window to let the breeze in. Her hair flew back and she stuck her head out, laughing. “I never thought you could go so fast!”

  “Twenty miles an hour isn’t so fast,” Tobin said, laughing with her. He pointed out the window to a battered and rusting metal sign as they passed it. Speed Limit. 65 Miles An Hour. “People used to go much faster.”

  “People used to do a lot of things,” she told him. “That was once upon a time.”

  He glanced at her, then quickly back to the road. She could tell he still wasn’t quite sure about driving. He never took his hands off the wheel. His knuckles were white. She wondered how long it would take for his hands to start hurting. She thought that probably he wouldn’t tell her if they did.

  “Lots of stories start Once Upon A Time,” he told her.

  “And they all end Happily Ever After,” Elanna said. “Do you think we will?”

  He was quiet so long she thought he wasn’t going to answer. She began to wish she hadn’t asked, though she’d tried to make her voice sound light. She plucked at the oversized tee-shirt, not sure what to do.

  “I hope so,” he said, finally. “I guess it’s why I started out on this trip.”

  “Me too,” she said.

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  Each battery, they discovered, was good for twenty miles. Less, if they tried to push the little car into going too fast, but never more. They were meant to last a lot longer, but time had depleted them somehow. Tobin quickly learned to turn the car off whenever they made a stop to help conserve the power. They stopped often.

  The roads were clear of vehicles, mostly, but they weren’t in good repair. Holes that they could’ve walked or ridden bikes around nearly junked the car. Several times he’d had to ride the shoulder to avoid huge potholes.

  When they did come across another car or truck, they stopped to check its battery. They were usually dead. Some had extras in the trunk, and they took them. Once they came across a spot where three cars had collided. The driver of one had gone through the windshield. The elements had worn his bones away to nearly nothing, at least on the half that was exposed outside. The inside half was still there, preserved like leather. Tobin drove even more carefully after that.

  They drove, off and on,