The weather so far that year had been lousy. The Spring was dry, causing a partial drought, the Summer had been too damn' hot, causing more than a bit of melanoma in the inveterate sun-bathers, while the farmers who tried to br9ng in much needed crops cursed and nursed the cloudless skies and their crops, respectively.
As Jake Warner struggled to make his irrigation pump work he noticed a cloud of what he took to be insects blow across his fields. That was a helluva big cloud to his mind, but he paid it no more attention as the pump reluctantly thudded into action. Water at first sprayed nicely from the myriad holes in the long pipe, although as it should not be doing, it soon was issuing in jets and dribbles. Jake cursed and turned his attention back to the pump. The insect cloud grew larger, covering the entire field, then the whole farm, all four hundred acres.
Dale Watkins, a friend of Jake, was driving past and opened his pick-up window to holler some inanity about the drought at Jake. He got a mouthful of something like insects, although as he sputtered and mentally reviled the "insects," he swallowed and drove on without repeating the joke that he had so lovingly prepared for his friend.
Behind him, Alice Burton also opened her window to get some fresh air instead of the cool but stale air inside her car. She did not understand why her air conditioner wasn't working properly, but she was going to see Albert Kane at the garage as soon as she got to town. As her window completed its downward travel she drove through the almost invisible, expanding cloud and breathed some of it in, although she did not notice any insects.
When Alice pulled her overheating car into the parking space at Albert's Garage, she saw that her acquaintance, Dale, was already there, standing outside his car looking at what Albert's helper, Jimmie Gale, was trying to do change a tire. Alice parked as near as she could to the garage doors, then got out and went over to see what Dale was staring at.
Jimmie had wrestled the car tire and rim onto a hydraulic tire press and was just standing looking at it and the gauge on the press. Dale was saying something to him in a slow uninflected drawl, most unlike his usual incisive speech. Alice didn't have much of a mechanical flare, although she could fix her washing machine and Singer if they were not too fouled up, but she knew very little about auto mechanical problems. She could not quite understand why Dale would be saying such a foolish thing to an auto mechanic.
"Yew . . . need . . . a wrench . . . for that . . ., Jimmie."
« Why, what good would a wrench do? »
thought Alice. She realised that the tire had to be deflated before any work could be done on it. There was a spoon-like steel piece, she saw, that was attached to a long bar. Alice's quick mind understood that by placing the spoon thingy under the bead of the tire, then pulling down on the long bar, the tire could be loosened from the rim.. Well, that was men's work, she had better not interfere. She did venture a question.
"Jimmie, is Albert around? My car's overheating and I need it fixed."
Jimmie looked slowly around from his contemplation of the puzzling tire mount. His face seemed blanker than usual, although Alice knew that he was a "good" boy although not the brightest in the town by a long shot.
"Who?"
"Albert. You know, Jimmie, your boss."
"Don't . . . have . . . a boss, lady." Jimmie was speaking strangely and Alice noted that his tongue seemed thick. Then she looked agin at the two males and saw that both their heads seemed swollen right around their temples. Some kind of . . .?
"JIMMIE! You know me, I taught you in fourth and fifth grades. What's the matter with Jimmie, Dale?"
Dale seemed to snap out of a reverie.
"Huh? Jimmie? I was watching . . . what was I watching? Hm. Albert? Albert. Does he live here?"
Alice was beginning to be frightened by these reactions from two people she'd known almost all her life. She knew Dale for a very intelligent man, he'd been to State College, majored in agriculture, gotten good grades and ran a very successful sugar beet farm, unusual for the area, about three miles out of town. Hadn't that been Dale's car in front of her, coming into town? Yes, his head seemed swollen, and his speech was as thick as Jimmie's..
She took several hesitant steps back toward her car, her hand reaching for the door handle. A soft hand fell onto it, making her heart beat furiously and her body jerk in surprise. Frightened, she slowly swiveled her head to see . . .
"Sorry, Miss Alice, it's me, Bonny Travers. What the hell is wrong with the men, anyways?"
Bonny had been a good student in her classes, but none of the other teachers all the way through tenth grade had a good word for her. She'd constantly been at the principal's office, always in some sort of minor trouble. She'd quit school at age sixteen. Alice suspected her of now making a living by pleasing men in ways of which Alice could not approve, although she occasionally secretly envied Bonny for her insouciant attitude toward life. Her heart slowing, Alice turned her entire body to look at Bonny.
The girl was dressed as usual in a far too short skirt . . . no, it was a pair of . . . culottes? No, just shorts, definitely shorts. Alice's gaze, fascinated as it was by the shorts, suddenly disengaged guiltily and slid upward along Bonny's bare midriff, with some difficulty past her extraordinary upper works, barely contained by her bulging sweatshirt (and, Alice assumed, by a straining bra), to her sweet face. Bonny was really a very pretty girl.
"Why, why Bonny! I have no idea what's come over these two. I was looking for Albert, but Jimmie gives me crazy answers and Dale doesn't even know where he is! What is going on?" Alice really appealed to Bonny as the more worldly of the two of them.
"Miss Alice, I pure don't know. I drove into town and there was this big cloud of something that wasn't a cloud, know what I mean?"
That last had been a phrase that Alice could not abide when Bonny had it used incessantly at school, and really could not stand now, but she ignored her distaste in her quest for knowledge.
"Why, I drove through something like that, Bonny. You are right. It really wasn't a normal cloud, but I think it was a cloud of . . . bugs, insects, wasn't it?"
"Damn' 'f'I know, Miss Alice. Oh, sorry," she added, as Alice's brow clouded. "Hey, lookie, here's that cloud again, or another one like it!"
Indeed, there was a huge discoloration . . . no, a misty obscuration . . . of the sun, which had been very bright until then. So used were the two women to the beat of the sun's rays over the hot Summer that the sudden cool felt wonderful, like a huge air conditioner. Alice noticed that Bonny's nipples stood firm and felt her own harden.
« My God! She's not wearing a bra! »
thought Alice, and then blushed at her own thoughts.
Why does that matter?
The two stood there breathing in the cloud as it surrounded them. Alice, then Bonny, could not help notice that the two males, boy and man, stood like statues, their chests slowly inflating and deflating. There was something increasingly odd about their heads, too, but she couldn't define it.
"What should we do, Miss Alice?"
"Perhaps . . ." Alice gathered her thoughts. "Let's get those two inside. I don't believe the mist is doing them . . . or us , , , any good."
Bonny looked askance at her for a moment, but walked with Alice to the two. Bonny looked up into Dale's eyes and said in her honey sweet, cajoling voice,
"Hey, Dale, honey, c'mon with me, hey guy?"
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