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'I understand that。'
'God knows； I really don't mean to be cruel； Joe…but do you understand？ After all you've heard； do you？ Tremendous explosive force all around this Rose。 Impact force great enough to pulverize stone。 Other passengers and crew。。。 in most cases the flesh is literally stripped off their bones in an instant； stripped away as clean as if boiled off。 Shredded。 Dissolved。 Disintegrated。 And the bones themselves splintered and crushed like breadsticks。 Then in the second instant； even as the plane is still hammering into the meadow； a spray of jet fuel…a spray as fine as an aerosol mist…explodes。 Everywhere fire。 Geysers of fire； rivers of fire； rolling tides of inescapable fire。 Rose Tucker didn't float down in her seat like a bit of dandelion fluff and just stroll away through the inferno。'
Joe looked at the sky； and he looked at the land at his feet； and the land was the brighter of the two。
He said； 'You've seen pictures； news film； of a town hit by a tornado； everything smashed flat and reduced to rubble so small that you could almost sift it through a colander…and right in the middle of the destruction is one house； untouched or nearly so。'
'That's a weather phenomenon； a caprice of the wind。 But this is simple physics； Joe。 Laws of matter and motion。 Caprice doesn't play a role in physics。 If that whole damn town had been dropped four miles； then the one surviving house would have been rubble too。'
'Some of the families of survivors 。 。 。 Rose has shown them something that lifts them up。'
'What？'
'I don't know； Barbara。 I want to see。 I want her to show me too。 But the point is 。 。 。 they believe her when she says she was aboard that airplane。 It's more than mere belief。' He remembered Georgine Delmann's shining eyes。 'It's a profound conviction。'
'Then she's a con artist without equal。' Joe only shrugged。
A few miles away； a tuning fork of lightning vibrated and broke the storm clouds。 Shatters of grey rain fell to the east。
'For some reason；' Barbara said； 'you don't strike me as a devoutly religious man。'
'I'm not。 Michelle took the kids to Sunday School and church every week； but I didn't go。 It was the one thing I didn't share with them。'
'Hostile to religion？'
'No。 Just no passion for it； no interest。 I was always as indifferent to God as He seemed to be to me。 After the crash。。。 I took the one step left in my 〃spiritual journey〃 from disinterest to disbelief。 There's no way to reconcile the idea of a benign god with what happened to everyone on that plane。。。 and to those of us who're going to spend the rest of our lives missing them。'
'Then if you're such an atheist； why do you insist on believing in this miracle？'
'I'm not saying Rose Tucker's survival was a miracle。'
'Damned if I can see what else it would be。 Nothing but God Himself and a rescue team of angels could have pulled her out of that in one piece；' Barbara insisted with a note of sarcasm。
'No divine intervention。 There's another explanation； something amazing but logical。'
'Impossible；' she said stubbornly。
'Impossible？ Yeah； well。 。 so was everything that happened in the cockpit with Captain Blane。'
She held his gaze while she searched for an answer in the deep and orderly files of her mind。 She was not able to find one。
Instead； she said； 'If you don't believe in anything…then what is it that you expect Rose to tell you？ You say that what she tells them 〃lifts them up。〃 Don't you imagine it's got to be something of a spiritual nature？'
'Not necessarily。'
'What else would it be？'
'I don't know。'
Repeating Joe's own words heavily coloured with exasperation； she said； 〃Something amazing but logical。〃
He looked away from her； toward the trees along the northern edge of the field； and he realized that in the fire…blasted aspen cluster was a sole survivor； reclothed in foliage。 Instead of the characteristic smooth pale trunk； it had scaly black bark； which would provide a dazzling contrast when its leaves turned brilliant yellow in the autumn。
'Something amazing but logical；' he agreed。
Closer than ever； lightning laddered down the sky； and the boom of thunder descended rung to rung。
'We better go；' Barbara said。 'There's nothing more here； anyway。'
Joe followed her down through the meadow； but he paused again at the rim of the impact crater。
The few times that he had gone to meetings of The passionate Friends； he had heard other grieving parents speak of the Zero Point。 The Zero Point was the instant of the child's death； from which every future event would be dated； the eye blink during which crushing loss reset your internal gauges to zero。 It was the moment at which your shabby box of hopes and wants … which had once seemed to be such a fabulous chest of bright dreams…was turned on end and emptied into an abyss； leaving you with zero expectations。 In a clock tick； the future was no longer a kingdom of possibility and wonder； but a yoke of obligation…and only the unattainable past offered a hospitable place to live。
He had existed at the Zero Point for more than a year； with time receding from him in both directions； belonging to neither the days ahead nor those behind。 It was as though he had been suspended in a tank of liquid nitrogen and lay deep in cryogenic slumber。
Now he stood at another Zero Point； the physical one； where his wife and daughters had perished。 He wanted so badly to have them back that the wanting tore like eagle's claws at his viscera。 But at last he wanted something else as well： justice for them； justice which could not give meaning to their deaths but which might give meaning to his。
He had to get all the way up from his cryogenic bed； shake the ice out of his bones and veins； and not lie down again until he had dug the truth out of the grave in which it had been buried。 For his lost women； he would burn palaces； pull down empires； and waste the world if necessary for the truth to be found。
And now he understood the difference between justice and mere vengeance： genuine justice would bring him no relief of his pain； no sense of triumph； it would only allow him to step out of the Zero Point and； with his task pleted； die in peace。
Down through the vaulted conifers came fluttering white wings of storm light； and again； and still more； as if the cracking sky were casting out a radiant multitude。 Thunder and the rush of wind beat like pinions at Joe's ears； and by the many thousands； feathered shadows swooped and shuddered between the tree trunks and across the forest floor。
Just as he and Barbara reached her Ford Explorer at the weedy end of the narrow dirt lane； a great fall of rain hissed and roared through the pines。 They piled inside； their hair and faces jewelled； and her periwinkle…blue blouse was spattered with spots as dark as plum skin。
They didn't encounter whatever had frightened the deer from cover； but Joe was pretty sure now that the culprit had been another animal。 In the run to beat the rain； he had sensed only wild things crouching…not the far deadlier threat of men。
Nevertheless； the crowding conifers