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Bill stepped forward and drew his leg back； apparently meaning to kick the rapidly snaking ivy…branches back into the janitor's closet。 Or to try。 Roger grabbed his shoulder。 〃Don't do that！ Leave it be！ It doesn't mean to hurt us！ Can't you feel that？ Don't you know from the smell？〃
Bill stopped； so I guess he did。 We watched as several tendrils of ivy climbed up the wall of the corridor。 A few of these began to explore the gray steel sides of the water fountain； and when I left the office tonight； the fountain was pretty much buried。 It looks as if those of us who like a drink of water every now and then during the course of the day are going to be buying Evian at Smiler's from now on。
Sandra squatted down and held out her hand； the way you might hold your hand out for a strange dog to sniff。 I didn't like to see her that way； not while she was so close to the green avalanche we'd let out of the janitor's closet。 In its shadow； so to speak。 I reached out to pull her back； but Roger stopped me。 He had a queer little smile on his face。
〃Let her；〃 he said。
A tendril as thick as a branch detached itself from the nearly solid clump of green bulging through the doorway。 It reached out to her； trembling； seeming almost to sniff its way to her。 It slid around her wrist and she gasped。 Herb started forward and Roger yanked him back。 〃Leave her alone！ It's all right！〃 he said。
〃Do you swear？〃
Roger's lips were pressed together so tightly they were almost gone。 〃No；〃 he said in a small voice。 〃But I think。〃
〃It is all right；〃 Sandra said dreamily。 She watched as the tendril slid delicately up her bare arm in a spiral of green and brown； seeming to caress her bare skin as it went。 It looked like some exotic snake。 〃It says it's a friend。〃
〃That's what the Pilgrims told the Indians；〃 Bill said bleakly。
〃It says it loves me；〃 she said； now sounding almost ecstatic。 We watched as the tip of the moving tendril slipped under the short sleeve of her blouse。 A small green leaf near the tip went under next； lifting the cloth a bit。 It was like watching some new kind of Hindu fakir at work； a plant charmer instead of a snake charmer。 〃It says it loves all of us。 And it says。 。 。〃 Another tendril snaked loosely around one of her knees； then slipped tenderly down her calf in a loose coil。
〃It says one of us is missing；〃 Herb said。 I looked around and saw that Herb's shoes had disappeared。 He was standing ankle…deep in ivy。
Roger and I walked to the closet's doorway and stood there with the leaves brushing the fronts of our coats。 I thought how easy it would be for that thing to grab us by the ties。 A couple of long hard yanks and presto…a pair of editors strangled by their own cravats。 Then several coils of ivy wrapped themselves around my wrists in loose bracelets； and all those paranoid； fearful thoughts dropped away。
Now； sitting at my apartment desk and pounding away at my old typewriter （also smoking like a furnace again； I'm sorry to say）； I can't remember exactly what came next。 。 。 except that it was warm and forting and quite a bit more than pleasant。 It was lovely； like a warm bath when your back aches； or chips of ice when your mouth is hot and your throat is sore。
What an outsider would have seen； I don't know。 Probably not much； if Tina Barfield was telling the truth when she said no one could see it but us； probably just five slightly scruffy editors； four of them on the youngish side （and Herb； who's pushing fifty； would look young at a more respectable publisher's conference table； where the ages of most editors seem to range between sixty…five and dead）； standing around the door of the janitor's closet。
What we saw was it。 The plant。 Zenith the mon ivy。 It had now expanded （and relaxed） all around us； feeling along the corridor with its tendrils and climbing the walls with its rhizomes； as eager and frisky as a colt let out of the stable on a warm May morning。 It had both of Sandra's arms； it had my wrists； it had Bill and Herb by the feet。 Roger had grown a loose green necklace； and didn't seem worried about it at all。
We saw it and we experienced it。 The physical fact of it and the reassuring mental warmth of it。 It experienced us in the same fashion； united us in a way that turned us into a small but perfect mental choir。 And yes； I am saying exactly what I seem to be saying； that while we stood there in the grip of those many thin but tough tendrils； we shared a telepathic link。 We saw into each others' hearts and minds。 I don't know why I should find that so amazing after all the other stuff that's happened…the fact that yesterday I saw a dead man reading a newspaper； for instance…but I do。
Zenith had asked about Riddley。 It seemed to have a special interest in the man who had taken it in； given it a place to grow； and enough water to allow it a fragile purchase on life。 We assured it （him？） in our choir voice that Riddley was fine； Riddley was away but would be back soon。 The plant seemed satisfied。 The tendrils holding our arms and legs （not to mention Roger's neck） let go。 Some dropped to the floor； some simply withdrew。
〃e on；〃 Roger said quietly。 〃Let's go。〃
But for a moment we stood there； looking at it wonderingly。 I thought of Tina Barfield telling us to just give it a DDT shower when we were done with it； when we'd gotten what we needed from it； and for a moment I was actually glad she was dead。 Coldhearted bitch deserved to be dead； I thought。 To talk about killing something that was so powerful and yet so obviously tame and friendly。 。 。 profit…motive aside； that was just sick。
〃All right；〃 Sandra said at last。 〃e on； you guys。〃
〃I don't believe it；〃 Bill said。 〃I see it but I don't believe it。〃
Except we knew he did。 We'd seen it and felt it in his mind。
〃What about the door？〃 Herb asked。 〃Open or closed？〃
〃Don't you dare close it；〃 Sandra said indignantly。 〃You'll cut off some of its little branches if you do。〃
Herb stepped back from the door and looked at Bill。 〃Are you convinced； O Doubting Thomas？〃
〃You know I am；〃 Bill said。 〃Don't rub it in； okay？〃
〃Nobody is going to rub anything in；〃 Roger said brusquely。 〃We've got more important things to do。 Now e on。〃
He lead us back toward Editorial； smoothing his tie as he went and then tucking it into his belt。 I paused just once； at the jog in the corridor； and looked back。 I was convinced that it would be gone； that the whole thing had been some sort of wacky five…way hallucination； but it was still there； a green flood of leaves and a brownish tangle of limber vines； a good many now crawling up the wall。
〃Amazing；〃 Herb breathed beside me。
〃Yes；〃 I said。
〃And all that stuff that happened in Rhode Island？ All that's true？〃
〃It's all true；〃 I agreed。
〃e on；〃 Roger called。 〃We've got a lot to talk about。〃
I started moving； but then Herb caught my arm。 〃I almost wish old Iron…Guts wasn't dead；〃 he said。 〃Can you imagine how something like this would blow his mind？〃
I didn't respond to this； but I was thinking plenty； most of it having to do with Tina Barfield's note。
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