It’s like a TV planet that’s all about us, persons saying “Good morning” and “Welcome to the Cumberland” and “Congratulations,” I don’t know for what. Some are in robes the exact as ours and some in pajamas and some in different uniforms. Most are huge but don’t have long of hair like us, they move fast and they’re suddenly on all the sides, even behind. They walk up close and have so many teeth, they smell wrong. A he with a beard all over says, “Well, buddy, you’re some kind of hero.” That’s me he means. I don’t look.
“How’re you liking the world so far?”
I don’t say anything.
“Pretty nice?”
I nod. I hold on tight to Ma’s hand but my fingers are slipping, they’ve wet themselves. She’s swallowing some pills Noreen gives her.
I know one head high up with a fuzzy small hair, that’s Dr. Clay with no mask on. He shakes Ma’s hand with his white plastic one and he asks if we slept well.
“I was too wired,” says Ma.
Other uniformy persons walk up, Dr. Clay says names but I don’t understand them. One has curves of hair that’s all gray and she’s called the Director of the Clinic that means the boss but she laughs and says not really, I don’t know what’s the joke.
Ma’s pointing me a chair to sit beside her. There’s the most amazing thing at the plate, it’s silver and blue and red, I think it’s an egg but not a real one, a chocolate.
“Oh, yeah, Happy Easter,” says Ma, “it totally slipped my mind.”
I hold the pretend egg in my hand. I never knowed the Bunny came in buildings.
Ma’s put her mask down on her neck, she’s drinking juice that’s a funny color. She puts my mask up on my head so I can try the juice but there’s invisible bits in it like germs going down my throat so I cough it back in the glass real quiet. There’s anyones too near eating strange squares with little squares all over and curly bacons. How can they let the food go on the blue plates and get all color on? It does smell yummy but too much and my hands are slippy again, I put the Easter back in the exactly middle of the plate. I rub my hands on the robe but not my bitten finger. The knives and forks are wrong too, there’s no white on the handle, just the metal, that must hurt.
The persons are with huge eyes, they have all faces different shapes with some mustaches and dangling jewels and painted bits. “No kids,” I whisper to Ma.
“What’s that?”
“Where are the kids?”
“I don’t think there are any.”
“You said there was millions in Outside.”
“The clinic’s only a little piece of the world,” says Ma. “Drink your juice. Hey, look, there’s a boy over there.”
I peek where she points, but he’s long like a man with nails in his nose and his chin and his over-eyes. Maybe he’s a robot?
Ma drinks a brown steaming stuff, then she makes a face and puts it down. “What would you like?” she asks.
The Noreen nurse is right beside me, I jump. “There’s a buffet,” she says, “you could have, let’s see, waffles, omelet, pancakes. .” I whisper, “No.”
“You say,
Persons not friends of mine watching at me with invisible rays zap, I put my face against Ma.
“What d’you fancy, Jack?” asks Noreen. “Sausage, toast?”
“They’re looking,” I tell Ma.
“Everybody’s just being friendly.”
I wish they’d stop.
Dr. Clay’s here again too, he leans near us. “This must be kind of overwhelming for Jack, for you both. Maybe a little ambitious for day one?” What’s Day One?
Ma puffs her breath. “We wanted to see the garden.”
No, that was Alice.
“There’s no rush,” he says.
“Have a few bites of something,” she tells me. “You’ll feel better if you drink your juice at least.”
I shake my head.
“Why don’t I make up a couple of plates and bring them up to your room?” says Noreen.
Ma snaps her mask back over her nose. “Come on, then.”
She’s mad, I think.
I hold on to the chair. “What about the Easter?”
“What?”
I point.
Dr. Clay swipes the egg and I nearly shout. “There you go,” he says, he drops it into the pocket of my robe.
The stairs are more harder going up so Ma carries me.
Noreen says, “Let me, can I?”
“We’re fine,” says Ma, nearly shouting.
Ma shuts our door Number Seven all tight after Noreen’s gone. We can take the masks off when it’s just us, because we have the same germs. Ma tries to open the window, she bangs it, but it won’t.
“Can I have some now?”
“Don’t you want your breakfast?”
“After.”
So we lie down and I have some, the left, it’s yummy.
Ma says the plates aren’t a problem, the blue doesn’t go on the food, she gets me to rub it with my finger to see. Also the forks and knives, the metal feels weird with no white handles but it doesn’t actually hurt. There’s a syrup that’s to put on the pancakes but I don’t want mine wet. I have a bit of all the foods and everything are good except the sauce on the scrambled eggs. The chocolate one, the Easter, it’s meltedy inside. It’s double more chocolatier than the chocolates we got sometimes for Sundaytreat, it’s the best thing I ever ate.
“Oh! We forgot to say thanks to Baby Jesus,” I tell Ma.
“We’ll say it now, he doesn’t mind if we’re late.”
