The Big Dark Sky
Dean Koontz
Where love rules, there is no will to power;
and where power predominates, love is lacking.
The one is the shadow of the other.
—Carl Gustav Jung
PART 1
RUSTLING WILLOWS
Incredible coincidences without apparent cause are called synchronicities. They might better be called the stuff of life.
—Ganesh Patel
1
Twenty-Four Years Earlier
In every life, there are strange coincidences, occurrences that we find inexplicable, and even moments that seem supernatural. On this occasion, in the lonely vastness of Montana, the heavens were moonless, the blind face of the night pressed against the windows, the only light in the room issued from a television, and a young girl sat in communion with the dead.
Nine-year-old Joanna Chase, Jojo to everyone, was a happy child and a stranger to grief—until twelve days earlier, when her mother, Emelia, died. They were more than parent and child. Emelia taught Jojo to read and dream; they lived many lives in books, imaginations braiding like two vines, Jojo’s ebullience an inspiration to Emelia, who by nature was more reserved with others than with her daughter.
Alone in the family room at two o’clock in the morning, Jojo was curled in an armchair, dressed in pajamas, wrapped in a colorful Pendleton blanket, watching home videos on the television, which had become her postmidnight routine for seven days. Jojo needed this immersion in the past because she regularly woke from ugly dreams, yearning for the beautiful face and mind and heart of her mother.
Tears flooded and receded and overflowed again. During the first five nights of these Chase-family movies, Jojo’s tears had been bitter, her misery complete. On this occasion, however, as had happened the previous night, there were times when she smiled and the tears were sweet, when something her mother said or did reminded her of a precious moment that must never be forgotten.
In fact, that is why she subjected herself to the videos. She hoped the pain they inflicted would exhaust her grief, would be a kind of vaccine against endless torment. Maybe eventually she would be inoculated against tears and would thereafter always smile when she thought of her mom. She couldn’t bear being weighed down by deep sorrow for the rest of her life.
Among the moments that brought a smile was a scene, shot months earlier. Wielding a video camera, Jojo interrogated her mom, who was sitting in a rocking chair on the porch, reading a book.
“Why do you read so much?” Jojo asks.
“For one thing, to keep my mind sharp.”
“Is your mind very sharp?”
“As a razor.”
“What’s another reason?”
“I read to be entertained.”
“What’s another reason?”
At last her mother looks up from the book and smiles and says, “I read to keep from being sad.”
“You’re never sad. Are you sad? What’re you sad about?”
“Sometimes I get sad when I think how you’ll grow up and get married and move away from the ranch, and I’ll be without my Jojo.”
“Well, that’ll never happen. I don’t need any stupid boy when I’ve got horses.”
“Maybe you’ll find a boy who’s a horseman.”
“Like Daddy.”
“Yes.”
The camera circles three-quarters of the chair, and Mother’s head turns with it, as Jojo says, “If I went away with some silly boy, what would you miss the most about me?”
“The way you pester me when I’m trying to read.”
“Oh, very funny. If I was bad to the bone, I’d stick my tongue out at you.”
“Only my Jojo would think that’s bad-to-the-bone behavior.”
Mother puts her book aside on a table and leans forward in the rocker. “Give me the camera. I have a question for you.”
Jojo surrenders the camera, and now her face appears full frame as her mother asks, “Will you promise me something?”
“Promise what?”
“That you’ll never change.”
“Why would I change?”
“People do.”
“Did you change when you grew up?”
“Big-time. When I was a young girl, all I wanted was a dog. When I grew up, I wanted a daughter.”
Jojo says, “Dogs are nice, but daughters are better.”
“Maybe. Though that’s not what dogs say, and dogs don’t lie.”
“Zinger! I’m wounded. Could my own mother be bad to the bone?”
Mother winks.
Swaddled in the Pendleton blanket, smiling through tears, motherless Jojo rewound the video and watched the sequence again. When she rewound to watch it a third time, everything proceeded as before until Mother, operating the camera, asked if her daughter would promise her something and Jojo asked, “Promise what?”
The video froze on a close-up of Jojo.
Although the image was locked, the audio continued, but the former dialogue between them was gone. Voice unmistakable, Mother instead said, “You will soon be going away, Jojo, going away to grow up elsewhere. I might reach out to you many years from now and ask you to come home.”