Carrie
Q. Is this when you decided to go downtown with Mrs Shyres?
A. We didn’t decide anything. We just went. I put on a pair of slippers – Rhonda’s, I think. They had little white puffballs on them. I should have worn my shoes, but I wasn’t thinking. I guess I’m not thinking now. What do you want to hear about my shoes for?
Q. You tell it in your own way, Mrs Simard.
A. T-Thank you. I gave Mrs Shyres some old jacket that was around, and we went.
Q. Were there many people walking down Carlin street?
A. I don’t know. I was too upset. Maybe thirty. Maybe more.
Q. What happened?
A. Georgette and I were walking toward Main Street, holding hands just like two little girls walking across a meadow after dark. Georgette’s teeth were clicking. I remember that. I wanted to ask her to stop clicking her teeth, but I thought it would be impolite. A block and a half from the Congo Church, I saw the door open and I thought: Someone has gone in to ask God’s help. But a second later I knew that wasn’t true.
Q. How did you know? It would be logical to assume just what you first assumed, wouldn’t it?
A. I just knew.
Q. Did you know the person who came out of the church?
A. Yes. It was Carrie White.
Q. Had you ever seen Carrie White before?
A. No. She was not one of my daughter’s friends.
Q. Had you ever seen a picture of Carrie White?
A. No.
Q. And in any case, it was dark and you were a block and a half from the church.
A. Yes, sir.
Q. Mrs Simard, how did you know it was Carrie White?
A. I just knew.
Q. This knowing, Mrs Simard: was it like a light going on in your head?
A. No, sir.
Q. What way it
A. I can’t tell you. It faded away the way a dream does. An hour after you get up you can only remember you had a dream. But I knew.
Q. Was there an emotional feeling that went with this knowledge?
A. Yes. Horror.
Q. What did you do then?
A. I turned to Georgette and said: ‘There she is. Georgette said: ‘Yes, that’s her.’ She started to say something else, and then the whole street was lit up by a bright glow and there were crackling noises and then the power lines started to fall into the street, some of them spitting live sparks. One of them hit a man in front of us and he b-burst into flames. Another man started to run and he stepped on one of them and his body just arched backward, as if his back had turned into elastic. And then he fell down. Other people were screaming and running, just running blindly, and more and more cables fell. They were strung all over the place like snakes. And she was glad about it. Glad! I could feel her being glad. I knew I had to keep my head. The people who were running were getting electrocuted. Georgette said: ‘Quick, Cora. Oh God, I don’t want to get burned alive.’ I said, ‘Stop that. We have to use our heads, Georgette, or we’ll never use them again.’ Something foolish like that. But she wouldn’t listen. She let go of my hand and started to ran for the sidewalk. I screamed at her to stop – there was one of those heavy main cables broken off right in front of us – but she didn’t listen. And she … she… oh, I could smell her when she started to burn. Smoke just seemed to burst out of her clothes and I thought: that’s what it must be like when someone gets electrocuted. The smell was sweet like pork. Have any of you ever smelled that? Sometimes I smell it in my dreams. I stood still, watching Georgette Shyres turn black. There was a big explosion over in the West End-the gas main, I suppose – but I never even noticed it. I looked around and I was all alone. Everyone else had either run away or was burning. I saw maybe six bodies. They were like piles of old rags. One of the cables had fallen on to the porch of a house to the left, and it was catching on fire. I could hear the old-fashioned shake shingles popping like Corn. it seemed like I stood there a long time, telling myself to keep my head. It seemed like hours. I began to be afraid that I would faint and fall on one of the cables, or that I would panic and start to run. Like … like Georgette. So then I started to walk. One step at a time. ‘Me street got even brighter, because of the burning house. I stepped over two live wires and went around a body that wasn’t much more than a puddle. I-I-I had to look to see where I was going. There was a wedding ring on the body’s hand, but it was all black. All black. Jesus, I was Oh dear Lord. I stepped over another one and then there were three, all at once. I just stood there looking at them. I thought if I got over those I’d be all right but … I didn’t dare. Do you know what I kept thinking of? That game you play when you’re kids, Giant Step. A voice in my mind was saying, Cora, take one giant step over the live wires in the street. And I was thinking May P May P One of them was still spitting a few sparks, but the other two looked dead. But you can’t tell. The third rail looks dead too. So I stood there, waiting for someone to come and nobody did. The house was still burning and the flames had spread to the lawn and the trees and the hedge beside it. But no fire trucks came. Of course they didn’t. The whole west side was burning up by that time. And I felt so faint. And at last I knew it was take the giant step or faint and so I took it, as big a giant step as I could, and the heel of my slipper came down not an inch from the last wire. Then I got over and went around the end of one more wire and then I started to run. And that’s all I remember. When morning came I was lying on a blanket in the police station with a lot of other people. Some of them – a few-were kids in their prom get-ups and I started to ask them if they had seen Rhonda. And said … they s-s-said …
(A short recess)
Q. You are personally sure that Carrie White did this? A. Yes.
Q. Thank you, Mrs Simard.
A. I’d like to ask a question, if you please.
Q. Of course.
A. What happens if there are others like her? What happens to the world?