"I'll try," Liz says.
"Well, I hope you'll do better than that," says Thandi as she leaves.
"Pretty hair," says Aldous, watching Thandi walk away.
"Yes," Liz agrees.
"Well, Elizabeth, I've just had the most fantastic idea," says Aldous. "You mentioned before that you might like to work with animals?"
"Yes."
"A position has just opened up, and as soon as I saw it, I thought of you. 'Why, Aldous,' I said to myself, 'this is positively providential!' So will you do it?" Aldous stands there beaming at Liz.
"Um, what is it?" There was that word again.
"Oh yes, of course! Leave it to me to put the horse before the cart. Or rather, the cart before the horse. The horse is supposed to go before the cart, I believe. I have limited experience with both horses and carts. Oh yes, the position! The position's in the Division of Domestic Animals of the Department of Acclimation."
"What's that?" asks Liz.
"It's kind of like what I do actually," says Aldous Ghent, "only it's with people's passed pets. I'm quite sure you'd be perfect for it."
"Um," Liz says. Why can't I stop saying wm? she thinks. "Um, it sounds interesting."
"By the way, you do speak Canine, don't you?"
"Canine?" asks Liz. "What's Canine?"
"Canine is the language of dogs. Dear me, you don't mean to say that they still aren't teaching it in Earth schools?" Aldous seems truly horrified at the possibility.
Liz shakes her head.
"A pity," says Aldous, "as Canine is one of our most beautiful languages. Did you know that there are over three hundred words for love in Canine?"
Liz thinks of her sweet Lucy back on Earth. "I believe it," Liz says.
"It has always seemed a weakness of an Earth education that children are only taught to communicate with their own species, don't you think?" asks Aldous.
"Since I don't speak, uh, Canine, does that mean I couldn't work at the Department of. . . What did you call it again?"
"Department of Acclimation, Division of Domestic Animals. And not necessarily. How fast do you pick up foreign languages, Elizabeth?"
"Pretty fast," Liz lies. Spanish was her worst subject in school.
"Are you sure?" Aldous cocks his head thoughtfully at Liz.
"Yes, and if it matters, I even wanted to be a veterinarian when I was on Earth."
"A marvelous profession, but unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, we don't need those here.
Time and rest are the only healers. One of the many benefits of living in a reverse-aging culture.
Elsewhere doesn't have doctors, either. Although we do have nurses for animals and humans both, and of course our share of psychologists, therapists, psychiatrists, and other mental health professionals. Even when the body is well, you still find that the mind . . . Well, the mind has a mind of its own." AJdous laughs. "But I digress.
"So, the position? It's perfect, right?" He beams at Liz.
At first, Liz thought the job sounded like something she might enjoy, but now she isn't so sure.
What is the point of learning a whole new job (not to mention a whole new language) when she'd just be going back to Earth in fifteen years anyway? "I'm just not sure," Liz says finally.
"Not sure? But a moment ago, you seemed so "
Liz interrupts. "It sounds cool, but..." She clears her throat. "I just think I need to take some time to myself first. I'm still sort of getting used to the idea of being dead."
Aldous nods. "Perfectly natural," he says, and nods again. Liz can see his nods are meant to conceal his disappointment.
"I don't have to decide today, do I?" Liz asks.
"No," Aldous says. "No, you don't have to decide today. We'll talk again next week. Of course, the position may be filled by then."
"I understand," she says.
"I must caution you, Elizabeth. The longer you wait to start your new life, the harder it may become."
"My new life? What new life?" Liz's voice is suddenly hard, her eyes cold.
"Why, this one," says Aldous, "this new life."
Liz laughs. "That's just words, isn't it? You can call it life, but it's really just death."
"If this isn't life, then what is it?" Aldous asks.
"My life is on Earth. My life is not here," Liz says. "My life is with my parents and my friends. My life is over."
"No, Elizabeth, you are completely, absolutely, totally wrong."
"I'm dead," she says. "I'M DEAD!" she yells.
"Dead," Aldous says, "is little more than a state of mind. Many people on Earth spend their whole lives dead, but you're probably too young to understand what I mean."
Yes, Liz thinks, exactly my point. She hears a clock strike five. "I have to go. My grandmother's waiting for me."
Watching Liz run off, Aldous calls after her, "Promise you'll think about the position!"
Liz doesn't answer. She finds Betty's car parked in front of the Registry. Liz opens the door and gets in. Before Betty can say a single word, Liz asks, "Would it be okay if we went to one of the Observation Decks?"
"Oh, Liz, it's your first real night here. Wouldn't you prefer to do something else? We can do whatever you want."
"What I'd really like to do is see Mom and Dad and Alvy. And my best friend, Zooey. And some other people, too. Is that okay?"
Betty sighs. "Are you sure, doll?"
"I really, really want to go."
"All right," Betty says finally, "there's one near the house."
Sightseeing
I could come with you," Betty says. She stops her car on the narrow strip of road that runs parallel to the beach. "I haven't seen Olivia in the longest time."
"Mom's old now," says Liz. "She's older than you."
"It's hard to believe. Where does the time go?" Betty sighs. "I've always hated that phrase. It makes it sound like time went on holiday, and is expected back any day now. 'Time flies' is another one I hate. Apparently, time does quite a bit of traveling, though." Betty sighs again. "So, do you want me to come with you?"
Liz would like nothing less than for Betty to accompany her. "I might be a while," Liz says.
"These places. They can be dangerous, doll."
"Why?"
"People get obsessed. It's like a drug."
Liz looks at the red lighthouse, which has a row of brightlylit glass windows at the top. The windows remind Liz of teeth. She can't decide if the lighthouse looks like it's smiling or snarling.
"How do I get inside?" Liz asks.
"Follow the path until you reach the entrance." Betty points out the car window: a wooden boardwalk, gray with water and time, joins the red lighthouse tenuously to the land. "Then take the elevator to the top floor. That's where you'll find the Observation Deck."
Betty takes her wallet out of the glove compartment. She removes five eternims from her change purse and places them in Liz's hand. "These will buy you twentyfive minutes of time. Is that enough?"