Under_The_Whispering_Door_by_TJ_Klune
She walked through the door as she always did, mouth tight, the circlesunder her eyes like bruises. She went to her usual table and sat withoutspeaking to anyone, though a few of the customers in the tea shop nodded ather.Hugo went back into the kitchen, and before the doors had a chance tostop swinging, they opened again as Mei came out, standing at the register.“Poor dear,” Nelson murmured from his chair. “Still not sleeping. I don’tknow how much longer she can stand it. I wish there were more we could dofor her.”“So long as it has nothing to do with Desdemona,” Wallace said. “I can’tbelieve she—”“Who’s that?”They turned to look at Alan. He stood in the middle of the tea shop next toa table filled with people around his age. He’d been circling them sincethey’d arrived. He was stopped now, gaze trained on the table near thewindow and the woman who sat there.He started to take a step toward her. Wallace moved even before herealized it. Alan blinked when Wallace appeared in front of him, a handpressed against his chest. He looked down, frowning, and Wallace pulled hishand back. “What are you doing?”“Leave her alone,” Wallace said stiffly. “I don’t care about what you do toanyone else here, but you stay away from her.”Alan’s eyes narrowed. “Why?” He glanced over Wallace’s shoulderbefore looking back at him. “It’s not like she can see me. Who gives a shit?”He started to move around Wallace but stopped when Wallace gripped hiswrist.“She’s off-limits.”Alan jerked his arm away. “You can feel it, can’t you? She’s like … abeacon. She’s on fire. I can taste it. What’s wrong with her?”Wallace almost snapped that it didn’t concern him. He course-corrected atthe last moment, even though the idea of playing to Alan’s humanity seemedso farcical it was ludicrous. “She’s grieving. Lost her daughter to illness. Itwas … bad. The details don’t matter. She comes here because she doesn’tknow where else to go. Hugo sits with her, and we leave them alone.”He was pleasantly surprised when Alan nodded slowly. “She’s lost.”
“Yes,” Wallace said. “And whether or not she’ll find her way isn’t up tous. I don’t give a crap who else you go near, but leave Nancy alone. Even ifnone of them can hear us, you don’t want to run the risk of making thingsworse for her.”“Worse,” Alan repeated. “You think I’m the one who could make thingsworse.” He cocked his head. “Has Hugo told her about all of this? Is thatwhy she comes here, because she knows Hugo helped her daughter cross?”“No,” Wallace said. “He hasn’t. He’s not allowed. It’s part of being aferryman.”“But he did help her girl cross,” Alan said. “And somehow, part of herknows that, otherwise she wouldn’t be here. What does that make Hugo ifhe’s lying to her? And if part of her does know, that means she isn’t likeeveryone else. Maybe she can see us. Maybe she can see me.”Wallace stepped in front of Alan again as he tried to move by. “She can’t.And even if she could, you don’t get to put her through that. I don’t knowwhat it’s like to be you. I’ll never understand what happened to you, or whatit must have felt like. But you don’t get to use her to try to make yourself feelbetter.”Alan opened his mouth to retort but stopped when Hugo walked throughthe kitchen doors. The din of the tea shop went on around them, but Hugo wasstaring at Wallace and Alan, a tea tray in his hands. Mei stood on her tiptoesand whispered something in his ear. He didn’t react. She glanced at them, andif Wallace didn’t know her, he’d have thought nothing of her blankexpression. But he did know her, and she wasn’t happy.Hugo walked around the counter, fixing a smile on his face. He nodded ateveryone who greeted him. As he passed Wallace and Alan, he spoke fromthe corner of his mouth. “Please stay away from her.”He continued on without stopping.Nancy stared out the window as Hugo set the tea tray down on the table.She didn’t react as he poured the tea into the cup. He set the cup in front ofher before taking his seat opposite her, folding his hands on the table as healways did.Alan watched them, waiting.When nothing happened, he asked, “What’s he doing?”“Being there for her,” Wallace said, wishing Alan would let it go.“Waiting for her to be ready to talk. Sometimes the best way to help someone
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“Yes,” Wallace said. “And whether or not she’ll find her way isn’t up to
us. I don’t give a crap who else you go near, but leave Nancy alone. Even if
none of them can hear us, you don’t want to run the risk of making things
worse for her.”
“Worse,” Alan repeated. “You think I’m the one who could make things
worse.” He cocked his head. “Has Hugo told her about all of this? Is that
why she comes here, because she knows Hugo helped her daughter cross?”
“No,” Wallace said. “He hasn’t. He’s not allowed. It’s part of being a
ferryman.”
“But he did help her girl cross,” Alan said. “And somehow, part of her
knows that, otherwise she wouldn’t be here. What does that make Hugo if
he’s lying to her? And if part of her does know, that means she isn’t like
everyone else. Maybe she can see us. Maybe she can see me.”
Wallace stepped in front of Alan again as he tried to move by. “She can’t.
And even if she could, you don’t get to put her through that. I don’t know
what it’s like to be you. I’ll never understand what happened to you, or what
it must have felt like. But you don’t get to use her to try to make yourself feel
better.”
Alan opened his mouth to retort but stopped when Hugo walked through
the kitchen doors. The din of the tea shop went on around them, but Hugo was
staring at Wallace and Alan, a tea tray in his hands. Mei stood on her tiptoes
and whispered something in his ear. He didn’t react. She glanced at them, and
if Wallace didn’t know her, he’d have thought nothing of her blank
expression. But he did know her, and she wasn’t happy.
Hugo walked around the counter, fixing a smile on his face. He nodded at
everyone who greeted him. As he passed Wallace and Alan, he spoke from
the corner of his mouth. “Please stay away from her.”
He continued on without stopping.
Nancy stared out the window as Hugo set the tea tray down on the table.
She didn’t react as he poured the tea into the cup. He set the cup in front of
her before taking his seat opposite her, folding his hands on the table as he
always did.
Alan watched them, waiting.
When nothing happened, he asked, “What’s he doing?”
“Being there for her,” Wallace said, wishing Alan would let it go.
“Waiting for her to be ready to talk. Sometimes the best way to help someone