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MichaeladaMs
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First published in 2013
Copyright Michael Adams, 2013
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PROLOGUE
I always knew Id see the end o the world.
Being born under a bad sign couldve had something to
do with that. But I didnt need an omen to tell me we were
headed or oblivion. My screens were so constantly lled with
cataclysmic scenarios that it seemed obvious the questionwasnt ibut when.
Not i but when wed be wiped out by climate change,
superu contagion, solar surge, rogue meteor, nanotech terror,
nuclear madmen, alien invasion, robot uprising, zombie
outbreak or just the good old wrath o God. Hellwe were
so used to contemplating the end o the world as we knew itthat wed even given it an acronym. But the one thing all o our
EOWAWKIs had in common was that theyd be caused by
something outside o us.
Maybe I shouldve seen what was about to happen. Right
up until those last moments I didnt put the pieces together any
better than anyone else. I certainly never thought novelty socks
would trigger the apocalypse.
But or me they were the beginning o the end.
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ONE
Te Content Planet.Dad lied the book rom its reindeer gi
bag, tilting it this way and that, like there was some angle he
wasnt getting.
Stephaniehis wie, my stepmothernodded sagely. I
thought you really should read it.
Dad had read it. Months ago. On his tablet. I remem-
bered because Id thought the title reerred to a world in a state
o peaceul happiness. Dad had scoed and set silly me
straight. Not content. Content. Stephanie had been right there
at the breakast table when hed gone on about meeting the
author at some conerence. At least I had been listening. Well,
hallistening.
Ive been meaning to get this. Dad pretended to read the
back cover.
Stephanie beamed rom beside our acrylic tree. Her
platinum extensions cascaded rom under her Santa hat and
her boobs pushed against the uy trim o her Mrs Claus rock.
Te estive outt wasnt or Dads benet. Te curtains were
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wide open so anyone passing on Beautopia Points promenade
would be presented with my stepmother as the sexy centrepiece
o our tacky Christmas card. Stephanie was literally windowdressing.
Ill read it on the ight, Dad said. Tanks.
Te ight. Dad had oered to cancel his business trip.
I told him Id be ne. It wasnt like him being around would
make any dierence. Dad tried to hide his relie but I knew
he was glad to be let o the hook. I reckoned that mentally he
wasalready in the airport lounge, sipping scotch and rehearsing
his sales pitches. But rst, there was amily business to conclude.
So ar hed given me a skate-shop voucher enclosed in a card
with wishes or a better New Year and love rom Dad.
Now it was Stephanies turn.
Here you go, Dad said, glancing up rom his phone and
giving her a silver envelope.
Stephanie sliced it open with a plastic nail and her eyes lit
up on whatever gure was inscribed on her BestU gi card.
Dad had given her the same present last year but I guessed the
numbers needed to improve with age.
Oh, nice, she cooed, planting lipstick on his cheek.
He conjured a smile. Not that you need it.
As much as I was into recycling, it was pretty lame that Dad
had used that line last year, too.
Eyes puy, hair everywhere, crumpled in my pyjamas: I just
wanted to be back in bed. But it was my turn again.
Here, Danbyn, Stephanie said, passing me an identical
reindeer gi bag.
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She never called me Dan or Danby. Payback or me
never embracing her as Steph back when she thought wed be
horseriding BFFs. What I did call her was Stepordy and Step-phoneyat least when I dissed her to my riends.
Tanks, Stephanie.
I appraised the gi. A compact disc. Eye In Te Sky by
Distant Afiction.
Tey do neo-covers, theyre post-hipster, Stephanie said,
echoing something shed heard somewhere. So, yknow, very
cool. I think you should like them.
Stephanie didnt mean she hopedI likedthe band. She really
meant I shouldlike them. I I agreed with her that they rocked it
meant she at thirty-whatever was as cool as sixteen-year-old me. I
I told her they sucked it meant she was coolerthan me. Stephanie
couldnt lose. But I was pretty good at not letting her win.
Teyre very popular, I said evenly. Tanks.
I hope you dont mind its not a download, she replied.
But the old-school sound rom a CD is so much warmer, dont
you think?
I grinned at her totally bogus retro aesthetics, just managing
to not ROFLMFAO, as they used to say. Madly cackling on
the lounge-room oor wouldve been like nuking mysel or her
enjoyment. Te last thing I needed was any sort o scene. Better
to give her this petty victory.
You know, I said, still trying not to laugh. Tat is so true.
Stephanie nodded with satisaction.
I wasnt just keeping the peace or mysel but also or Evan,
their six-year-old son, my beautiul little hal-brother, who was
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swinging one o his new kiddie gol clubs too close to a spray o
marigolds arranged in a vase on a side table.
Goo! he yelped.Careul! Stephanie said way too harshly.
While she played the role o dutiul handmaiden to Dad
and condescending big sister to me, sometimes she reacted
to her own boy like what he suered wasnt a condition but a
compulsion to annoy her. Evan usually didnt notice her anger.
Tat just made her madder.
Goo!
Evan let the club clatter to the oor, plunged his hand into
a bucket o gol balls and guawed as he clacked them around.
Stephanie vented an exasperated sigh. Dad glanced up rom an
app and aped something like amusement.Goo! I said, grinning at Evan.
He was a goo all right, nature as golden as his complexion,
and his mothers antipathy and our athers ambivalence made
me love him all the more.
Goo!
Gol! Stephanie steamed. Gol!Gol, Evan, or godsake!
It was such an overreaction that I wanted to laugh right in
Stephanies ace. What stopped me was I was suddenly right
inside her head.
Goddamnit-Evan-understood-gol-Now-hes-back-to-the-
ull-retard!
Tis was ar beyond her usual transparency. Far beyond my
usual bitchy guessing at her every awul motive.
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Tis was me tuning in to what she was thinking and
eeling and remembering. I was with her as she ashed to the
aernoon shed ound Evan upstairs staring intently into the3-D broadcast o a PGA game.
Gol, hed said, executing the perect imitation o a pros
power swing. What a tremendous drive that is. Evan was
transxed, copying plays, parroting commentary.
Such mimicry would come out o nowhere and disappear
just as abruptly. But every single time Stephanie couldnt help
thinking savant. Since that aernoon she had daydreamed about
chaperoning her little champion to lucrative tournaments.
Shed be newly single, still young and courted by rich men.
But another desire curled under her lust or ame and power.
Someone would see her. Reallysee her. Love her.
Now Evan held two gol balls like big y eyes and her antasy
evaporated. Not-going-to-happen-At-least-Brendans-going-soon-
No-not-David-I
I snapped out o it. Stephanie wasnt saying anything, hadnt
said anything. But it had been so real in my head.
Shit.
Dr Jenny said the Lucidiphil would silence the voices.
Keep me stable until I could see the specialist. Id taken the
medication three times yesterday and once this morning as
directed. But it was happening again. At least my amily didnt
notice my ace go white or my eyes go wide. I made a conscious
eort to close my mouth.
My plan had been to call Jacinta this morning, wish her
Merry Christmas, apologise or everything and ask her to get
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the word out that I was okay. I wondered i I could still do that.
I elt pretty reakin ar rom okay.
Here Brendan, Stephanie said, handing over Dads lastChristmas gi. You should love these.
Her voice matched her lips. I wasnt imagining emotional
mind movies or her anymore. Maybe what had just happened
was a minor relapse, residual madness, nothing to worry
about, resolved now. Dad dragged his gaze rom his phone and
squished his little reindeer bag.
A bottle o single malt?
A desperate dad joke, even by his standards.
Socks, he said as he lied the ootwear rom the gi bag,
ace screwed up like a soothsayer getting bad entrails.
No, said Stephanie. Teyre Soxies!
She pointed at the cursive stitching. See, it says So Soxy!,
oo Soxy!, and, my avourite, Sox On Legs!
Dad tried or a grin but came up with a grimace. You
shouldnt have.
I guess those stupid socks were physical maniestations o
what ailed the planet and I couldve seen the apocalypse in them
any time I cared to look. Tirty per cent cotton grown rom
patented corporate seeds and harvested by peasant kids. Seventy
per cent polyester spun rom the war and corruption o Middle
Eastern oilelds. Chemically dyed and machine-woven in
some belching actory whose toxic waste gushed into reshwater
rivers. Sorted and packed by ser workers deprived o democracy.
Pallets piled into containers and trucked to cargo ships that
ploughed across dying oceans in clouds o particulate. Process
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reversed at ports o destination: containers and pallets and
boxes and packets broken down so Soxies could ull their
destiny as stocking ller destined to become landll.You-shouldnt-have.
As Dad said it again, I knew the socks didnt trouble him
politically, socially or environmentally. Tey troubled him
economically. Not as items o global trade but o personal trade.
His and Stephanies relationship was a series o transactions
based around sex, status and stuand she wasnt keeping herend o the bargain.
Except I couldnt know any o that. Dad hadnt spoken
again. Wasnt speaking now.
Havent-touched-me-in-months-his-some-sort-o-joke?-
Nothing-but-time-and-my-money-to-spend-First-the-book-
Now-this-crap-Tis-is-what-Im-worth?
I rubbed my eyes. Tis was like accidentally pushing the
wrong button on the remote so the directors commentary
comes on.
You-shouldnt-have!-You-stupid-shallow
I thought youd think Stephanie started to say. It-was-
unny.
Her mouth tightened. Her eyes narrowed. What did you
call me?
Behind her venom I heardthoughtI heardwhispers o
desperation.
I-shouldve-gotten-him-something-better!-Shouldve-let
David-earlier!
Lightning-etched ashes o my stepmother with her
personal trainer bombarded my mind. Yesterday aernoon,
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Stop! I yelled at them and mysel. Stop!
Stop!-Stop!-Stop!
Tey didnt hear me. Tey didnt stop.Dad throttled. Stephanie scratched.
I-gave-you-everything-You-cheated-you-cheap
Get-of-Tis-is-assault-Youre-hurting-Cant-breathe .
Her ace turned purple as he clamped his hands tighter
around her throat.
Evan was crying or laughing, I couldnt tell which. Either
way, I had to make this stop. Without thinking, I snatched a
gol club rom the oor.
Dad, stop!
He shuddered as he pressed his weight down.
I-hope-it-hurts-you . . .
Stephanies bloodshot eyes bulged over his shoulder. Please-
Danby-hit-him-hit
Dad turned his head just as I swung the putter and cracked
him hard across the temple.