The Unspeakable (27 page)

Authors: Charles L. Calia

“I never told anyone this before, Marbury.”

“Why did you tell me?”

I didn't know. A part of me thought that he would understand and maybe that was the reason. Or maybe I had no reason at all.

“At least you came here to tell me, Peter.”

“I came here to find out what was happening with you.”

“But the reports helped, didn't they?”

I gave him a look and he smiled.

“You know that I wrote them,” said Marbury.

“You wrote them? Why would you do that?”

“Call them my bait. You wouldn't have come without persuasion.”

I was shocked and angry. Marbury had sent me the reports all along. I began to wonder what was true and what wasn't, whether anything he was saying was true.

And he sensed that.

“Everything I wrote down happened. It all happened,” he said.

“What about your voice?”

“Gone.”

“You won't even try?”

Marbury just shrugged.

“So you still believe God will help you?”

“I believe you will, Peter.”

I was shocked. “Me? You're giving me nothing to work with.”

“You've just been given a second chance.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I saw you plugging your ears in church.”

I was trying to imagine what it was like to be deaf, he knew that. My world had been so closely aligned with silence all my life, except that I didn't recognize it. Silence with Sandra. Silence with the lie that I told. Silence with the peace that I wanted to make with my family. Everything revolved around it.

“You're already halfway there,” said Marbury.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a slip of paper. Then he handed it to me, folded.

He said, “Do it to honor your sister. Do it also for yourself.”

I read it and shook my head.

“I can't do this, Marbury.”

“You can. Trust me.”

“Trust you?”

“Then trust God.”

“And what about you? What happens next?”

“I'll wander, think. Maybe live on the beach. I like the sea.”

“No cavalry?”

“You were the cavalry, Peter. I always thought you knew that.”

I looked at Marbury but he just turned away from me. The sunlight beamed in and through the flowers, the soft glow of Easter lilies around the altar. I could see the simplicity of this place, with its pine pews and cross, and I felt, if for only a moment, that this is what that first Easter must have been like. Rare and perfect. Uncomplicated except for that one thought.

The tomb was empty.

I looked at the piece of paper again.

I said, “I'll speak with the Bishop.”

“On God's green earth, what about?”

“Your assignment. It's obvious you can't heal. You can't even heal me. Now if only you spoke.”

Marbury seemed surprised.

He said, “But you have documents. The tribunal.”

I stood up and walked over to the nearest trash can.

“What documents? I don't see anything.”

And they went into the trash.

“Besides, we need a good priest here. And you're the best we have.”

Marbury just smiled and followed me to the door. I walked out into the streaming sunlight, the world was all lit up. I went down the chipped concrete stairs and waved to Marbury as he waved back. One of thanks and missing, saying, come back, old friend, life is short and the very best is yet to come.

And then I heard it. A voice as clear as a bell.

It was Marbury.

“Thank you, Peter.”

And I didn't turn back.

Milwaukee. Our Lady of Blessing, a school for the deaf.

Present day.

A room full of faces. Bodies in chairs. Books open.

I glance at the piece of paper in my hand, which is old and wrinkled, as if it's been fingered a thousand times. Ancient folds.

My voice:

“I'm Father Whitmore, your teacher here. I'm not deaf but I learned sign language because of my sister, who was. She was about your age.”

Eyes back down at the paper.

Marbury's handwriting. A name, an address, a new beginning.

Maybe that's healing someone after all.

About the Author

CHARLES LAIRD CALIA
lives in Connecticut with his wife and two daughters.
The Unspeakable
is his first novel.

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Calia, Charles Laird.

The unspeakable : a novel / by Charles Laird Calia.

Â Â Â Â p.Â Â Â cm.

I. Title

PS3553.A39867U5 1998

813'.54âdc21

97-36049
CIP

ISBN 978-0-688-16710-3

EPub Edition June 2014 ISBN 9780062365279

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