Grantville Gazette, Volume X Page 29

  "Hi, Mary. I've come to take Regina home. How is she?"

  Mary Moran opened the door to let Stu inside. "She's sleeping just now. But what's happening with Daisy? We were all worried about her at work."

  Stu stared blankly at Mary and shook his head.

  "Oh, how's Lora coping?"

  Stu sighed. "Not very well. Look, I'm sorry, but could you just get Regina, please. Mom's home alone with Lora's kids, and she's not very well herself."

  * * *

  Stu started to worry as he turned to walk up the drive. Lora's house was dark. There should have been lights on. It wasn't that late, and anyway, surely his mother would stay up until she got news of Daisy.

  When he arrived at the door he became even more worried. The sound of a child crying could be heard. It sounded as if Tommy had been crying for a long time. It wasn't like his mother to let a child cry like that. He rushed inside.

  The sight before him made him jerk. For a moment, in the first flash of light, he'd mistaken the blanket-covered toys on the floor for a body.

  Tommy had never been able to settle without his blanket as long as Stu had known him. He picked up the blanket to give it to the baby, but the odor made Stu back off. It smelled as though Tommy hadn't been changed for a while.

  Stu was worried about his mother now. There was no way she would let a baby stay wet. He headed for his mother's room, but she wasn't there, either.

  Stu paused. The sleeping weight of Regina was somehow comforting, but she was starting to feel heavy. Best to put her to bed before searching for Mom. He headed for the girls' bedroom, then froze. His mother lay curled up on Daisy's bed, some of Daisy's favorite toys gathered in her arms. Beside her, holding her hand, sat Maria Helena.

  Maria Helena carefully slipped her hand out of Aggie's and walked over to Regina's bed. She opened the bed covers and gestured to Stu.

  The look of calm acceptance in Maria Helena's eyes almost caused him to throw up. He placed Regina on her bed and left her in Maria Helena's capable hands. Then he moved to check his mother. She looked peaceful, too peaceful. He touched her hand. It felt cold. He felt for a pulse. He couldn't find one. Finally, he took her spectacles and held them close to her mouth. No sign of water vapor.

  Stu swallowed and turned to check on Maria Helena and Regina. Regina appeared to be sound asleep. Maria Helena met his gaze. Blinking and breaking eye contact he looked around the room before returning to look at Maria Helena. "Benji?" he asked.

  Maria Helena pointed up the hall.

  "Will you be all right, Maria Helena?"

  She nodded.

  Feeling guilty for leaving her in the room with a dead body, Stu walked over to Benji's room. Benji was curled up in bed and Stu had to make sure that Benji was just sleeping. He was.

  Quietly Stu slipped out of Benji's room, closing the door behind him. He looked at the bed where Maria Helena sat beside her sister. He couldn't leave the two girls in the same room as a dead body. It just didn't seem right, but first things first. He had to get Tommy cleaned up and properly settled.

  Nürnberg,

  two days later

  Jeff Matheny looked at the radiogram with dread. The look Tom Johnson, the radio operator, had given him when he passed it over promised bad news. The fact that the radiogram was folded and sealed suggested the worst of bad news. With great trepidation he broke the seal. He looked to the bottom first, to see who it was from. "Dell." Shit, the only Dell he knew was his father-in-law. Why was his father-in-law sending him a radiogram. He moved his eyes to the main text.

  DAISY DYING STOP

  TETANUS STOP

  GET HERE ASAP STOP

  Jeff swallowed. His daughter was sick, and he hadn't known. He looked at the header of the radiogram to see when it had come in. Oh, shit. It's two days old. My daughter may have died without me at her side. And hell, Lora. My family needs me. Jeff set off to tell his boss he was heading for Grantville.

  After the funeral

  Stu Beckworth stopped walking to turn and look back at his niece's home where friends and family were still gathered to comfort the family. He spat at the ground. "The sooner that bastard goes back to Nürnberg the better."

  Dell nodded his agreement. Lora's husband had arrived in Grantville barely in time for the funeral. There might have been some excuse for that, but there was no excuse for the way he ignored the two girls in favor of his sons. "Yeah! The sooner the better. For a moment there, I thought you were going to thump him."

  "Believe me, Dell, if you hadn't dragged me away from there I would have done more than thump the bastard. Maria Helena went from excited and animated that her 'father' was coming home to totally lifeless as he walked right past her, and her sister was reduced to tears. I could have killed him there and then."

  "Yeah, well, then it was a good thing I dragged you away. There's been enough death in the family for now."

  Stu shoved his hands in his jacket pocket and started walking again. Dell fell in beside him. They walked another half mile before Dell broke the silence.

  "Why the hell isn't the government doing something to protect the children, Stu? Okay, so they got that smallpox immunization program up and running, but what about tetanus?" Dell stared at the setting sun. "I asked Dr. Shipley after Daisy died. She said she hadn't heard anything. You got any idea what it takes to make a vaccine?"

  "No. Do you?"

  "No. Dr. Shipley suggested I talk to Dr. Ellis. He was part of the team responsible for the smallpox vaccination. I think I'll drop in after work tomorrow and ask him. You want to come along?"

  Stu looked torn. He hesitated, and then shook his head. "I think I'd better hang around Maria Helena and her sister. Maybe the bastard will spend a bit of time with them before he goes back, but just in case he doesn't, I want to be around to let the girls know that they're important."

  The Home of Dr. Emery Ellis, M.D. (retired)

  "Sorry about what happened to Daisy. A real shame that." Dr. Ellis shook his head.

  "It's Daisy I wanted to talk to you about."

  Dr. Ellis stepped back from the door. "Come on in, Dell. But I have to tell you, I've spoken with Dr. Shipley about Daisy's case, and there was nothing more she could have done."

  "Yeah, that's what she told me. But that's not what I want to talk about. I want to talk about what it takes to make a vaccine."

  Dr. Ellis guided him to a seat before sitting down himself. "I guess you really want to know about a tetanus vaccine, don't you? Well, generally speaking, once you can reproduce the bacteria in the laboratory, making a tetanus vaccine becomes a possibility. The trouble is, the bacteria are anaerobic, meaning that they live under conditions without oxygen. It's damn near impossible to culture the bacteria without developing some special equipment first. I hear Les Blocker is trying to do that, but he's not making a lot of progress."

  "The vet? Any idea why he's not making much progress?"

  Dr. Ellis shook his head. "Yes, the vet. Veterinarians actually know a lot about vaccines, Dell. The big problem is the lack of trained staff. There just aren't enough trained laboratory technicians. Come into the study and I'll show you what I have on vaccines and vaccinations.

  Dr. Blocker's Veterinary Clinic

  "Hi, Dell. Dr. Blocker's fallen a bit behind. If you'll just wait in the waiting room, he'll see you as soon as he's free."

  Dell glanced over towards the waiting area. The first thing he saw was the young girl. He froze for a moment. She looked so much like little Daisy. Backing away from the waiting area he turned to June. "If you don't mind, I'd prefer to wait outside."

  Outside the surgery Dell leaned against the wall. The sight of the girl had brought back memories of that night spent beside Daisy's bed praying for a miracle that didn't come. When his breathing returned to normal, he pushed off from the wall and started to look around. The animals in the paddock beside the surgery attracted his attention. He'd always had a bit of a soft spot for the llamas. Or were they alpacas? He'd
never really been sure of the difference.

  He lean against the fence and he watched one of the animals approach. It didn't appear threatening, so he stood his ground until the llama started to gently butt its head against his chest.

  "He wants you to scratch under the halter."

  "Dr. Blocker?" Dell asked.

  Les leaned forward and scratched the llama. "Call me Les. You're Dell, aren't you? Dr. Ellis told me you might come around asking about vaccines."

  "Yeah, I'm Dell. Dr. Ellis told me you were working on a tetanus vaccine. Can I ask how far you've got?"

  Les shook his head. "Not very far at all. In fact, we've basically shelved it as too difficult. We just don't have the trained staff. I'm spending half my days trying to train some new veterinarians and the other half tending to animals."

  "What will it take to get you back working on a tetanus vaccine?"

  The vet pushed away the llama and gave Dell a wry grin. "More than twenty-four hours in every day would be a great place to start. Come on, let's go for a walk. If I hang around the surgery, I'm bound to be called away."

  The office of Helene Gundelfinger

  Mrs. G. looked across her desk at the two up-timers who had asked for an urgent appointment. "Herr Beckworth, Herr Beckworth, how may I help you?"

  "We want to sell everything we have. We need to raise as much money as we can."

  Helene gently tapped a pencil on her desk. "I can't recommend that. Can you tell me why you need the money? There are a number of investments I've recently made that should make a fine return in time."

  "We don't have time. Hell, too much time has already been wasted."

  "Easy, Dell. Mrs. Gundelfinger deserves to know why we want the money." Stu turned to Helene. "I'm sorry about Dell, Mrs. Gundelfinger. My grandniece, Dell's granddaughter, died last week. She shouldn't have. If she'd been vaccinated, she wouldn't have died. We want to underwrite a research program to produce vaccines like they had up-time."

  "Children die, Herr Beckworth, are you sure your research program will do any good?"

  "Yeah, I know children die, Mrs. Gundelfinger, but not my grandkids, and not from such a fucking lousy way as tetanus. Not when a simple vaccination can prevent it." Dell answered.

  "Tetanus?"

  "You probably know it better as lockjaw."

  Helene thought a moment. She had seen people die of lockjaw. It wasn't a pretty way to die. She glanced up at the ceiling. Above her office her daughter was taking her nap. She would do anything to prevent her daughter suffering that fate. "You might not need to sell all of your investments, Herr Beckworth. If you can gather people capable of developing such a vaccine, I will help raise the money. Would I be correct in assuming you want the vaccine to be available to the greatest number of people and not just the well-to-do?"

  Dell nodded. "Especially the children."

  Daisy Matheny BioLab,

  Grantville,

  a few months later

  Dr. Emery Ellis surveyed his domain. He had come out of retirement to serve as the first director of research at Daisy Matheny BioLab, the company named after the first up-timer to die of tetanus. Whereas most new businesses struggled to raise capital, Daisy Matheny Biolab hadn't even had a true public offering. Shares had been offered only to selected individuals. People who would rather see affordable health care for all, rather than more money in the bank. There had been a few rumbles from people who hadn't been invited to participate. Emery grinned when he considered the possible social implications of not being a shareholder in Daisy Matheny Biolab. He and his wife were safe. They held a hundred shares

  * * *

  Lora stood with Tommy in her arms watching the nurse give the children their shots. It wasn't the tetanus vaccine. They weren't even thinking of human trials of that vaccine yet. Maybe next year. Instead, she and the children were being vaccinated against typhoid. It was a double vaccine, a needle and an oral vaccine embedded in a sugar cube.

  Maria Helena volunteered to go first. There was no sign of emotion on her young face as she sat quietly waiting for the nurse to finish. Then she stood up and walked over to Stu. Lora bit her lips when their hands met. She was sure money changed hands. She'd have to have words with Uncle Stu about the evils of bribing the children.

  Then she watched Benji approach the nurse. Lora braced herself for a repeat of the fuss he'd made for the smallpox vaccination. But Benji surprised her. He couldn't carry "stoic" like Maria Helena, but the expected fuss failed to materialize.

  The smile that passed between Uncle Stu and Maria Helena caught her attention. Then she grinned. Of course, that was why Maria Helena had gone first. There was no way Benji was going to appear less brave than a girl.

  His dose administered, Benji retreated as far away from the nurse as he could get. He slowly sucked on his sugar cube while he rubbed his arm. That left Regina next in line. Maria Helena moved closer to her sister and held her hand. Regina didn't cry out, but she did give the nurse an accusing "that hurt" look.

  That left just Tommy to go. Sucking on his sugar cube, a rare treat given the price of sugar, he kept his face buried in Lora's shoulder through the whole operation.

  * * *

  Benji and Regina ran on ahead, but Uncle Stu was dragged along by Maria Helena pulling at his hand. Lora smiled at the happy picture they made. There had been a special closeness between the two since the night Grandmother Aggie died. These days Maria Helena was almost a typical happy-go-lucky nine-year-old.

  Lora had worried about her father. He had felt badly about his inability to do anything to help Daisy and had been the real driving force behind the Daisy Matheny Biolab. Once the biolab was up and running he'd been lost. In the end, he'd taken advantage of some of the contacts he'd developed lobbying for the biolab and gone into business with a gun maker in distant Melis. He was finally showing signs of being over his guilt at not being able to save Daisy. Reading between the lines in his latest letter, Lora was sure he'd found a new woman friend. Well, good luck to him.

  * * *

  Dr. Ellis caught her standing under Prudentia Gentileschi's magnificent portrait of Daisy.

  "The artist did an incredible job, Lora. But how did she know what Daisy looked like?"

  "Jeff was missing the kids, so we shot some videos and sent them to him in Nürnberg. When Prudentia asked about any pictures we might have of Daisy, Dad sent Jeff a radiogram asking for the tapes. She really caught Daisy."

  Dr. Ellis nodded. "Yes. A marvelous memorial for a life lost so young." He gently made to lead Lora away from the painting. "Come, I'm sure your family is wondering what happened to you."

  Lora gave the painting one last look before letting Dr. Ellis lead her away.

  CONTINUING SERIALS

  Franconia! Part 1

  by Virginia DeMarce

  Grantville,

  February 1634

  "No, no, no, no, no, no, n-o-o-o-o." Amber Higham threw both of her hands up in the air.

  The class came to a stop.

  "This unit worked last year. It worked like a charm. Why isn't it working this year?" She glared at her students. "So, tell me! We're using a down-time period play. We're using an up-time ripoff of the down-time play. Why aren't you getting the connection? Why, why, why?"

  For someone who could be so cool when managing adult committees, when Amber was in full steam in the classroom, she tended to go for agony.

  Nobody said anything. The couples standing in the middle of the floor looked at her with their mouths half open.

  Finally, Michelle Matowski looked up from the piano. "Maybe last year you had boys who could carry a tune?"

  "Yeah. Or dance." Kurt Washaw, the male half of one of the couples, stuck his thumbs in his pockets.

  "This is just a class unit. I'm not putting you in costume. I'm not putting you on stage in front of people. I'm just trying to get you to see that what was 'then' up-time has connections to what is 'now' down-time."

  "Who cares?" Tha
t was David Thornton, also a reluctant singer and dancer.

  Amber ran her fingers through her gray-streaked hair. She thought that part of the problem was that Kurt and David, like Lorie Lee Carstairs in the back of the room and close to a half-dozen other of this year's up-time kids, had been left behind in Grantville to finish out the semester, parked with uncles and aunts or family friends, when their parents went off to do other things. Kurt's and Lorie Lee's folks were in Magdeburg; Dave's in Bamberg. In some ways, this year's class was having its growing-up even more disrupted by Grantville people starting to fission off into the rest of the United States of Europe than their older brothers and sisters had been by the Ring of Fire itself three years before.

  None of which solved the problem. "Michelle, please take it again from the beginning."