the headstone,” pointed Beverly. “That woman was beautiful.”
Simon nodded. “They really painted her up like a real looker.”
“Was she the nurse who first tended to the alien?” Jayce asked. “Was she the woman who so courageously tried to show the alien a little compassion?”
Simon pointed to the button installed atop the headstone. “You better listen to what the Starwatch wants you to hear.”
The projector’s glass eye winked and floated an attractive figure of a smiling, young woman into the air. The woman’s face was the same as that captured in the photograph taped to the headstone, and the lady wore a nurse’s blue smock and clean, white tennis shoes. The holographic woman smiled timidly before she spoke.
“My name is Lori Page, and I worked at the county emergency care center. I administered first aid to the alien after it was carried into town.”
Beverly shook her head. “I would never have done such a thing.”
Jayce chuckled. “The people of New Bethany probably didn’t know the alien was a threat yet, Bev. It probably took them a little while to realize an invasion was happening, and that woman was just doing the best she could out of the goodness of her heart. The Starwatch says that the care that woman tried giving to that creature proved that we’re a better type of species than those aliens.”
Simon chuckled before the faceless narrator’s voice spoke from the headstone’s speakers.
“Lori Page took great risks when she gave what comfort she could to the alien carried into New Bethany. Due to her exposure to that invader, Ms. Page contracted a contagion that rendered our modern medicine powerless. Ms. Page suffered for the mercy she still administered to that alien, and she gave her life to show humanity’s great compassion. Though we have little means to know if Ms. Page’s mercy eased the alien’s suffering, her mercy represents the best of us.”
Simon covered his mouth with his swollen hands, but his twisted fingers failed to suffocate his laughter as the caretaker wheezed for breath.
“What’s so funny about that?” Jayce growled. “That woman died at a very young age thanks to that alien. Just think about all she lost to show a little kindness.”
“I think what that woman did was very noble,” added Beverly.
Simon caught enough breath to speak. “Lots of visitors call Lori Page noble. They call her all kinds of nice things that folks in town never called her before Starwatch erected all these headstones in this cemetery. But I remember how it was. Lori didn’t lift a hand to help the alien those three boys chained to a truck bumper and dragged all the way back into town. She screamed she wouldn’t do a thing to help ease that pitiful creature’s hurt. She locked herself in her home, and the rest of us didn’t have the stomach to look at the pain in that alien’s oversized eyes. We couldn’t look at that alien’s mangled and broken limbs. Lori’s actions shouldn’t have surprised any of us, seeing how she never took her famous bedside manner with her into her work.”
“You’re a stinking liar!” Jayce hissed. “Say one more thing and I’m going to knock your ass onto the ground, old man or not.”
The laughter vanished from Simon’s eyes. “I don’t doubt you would try, son. Nor would you be the first guest to this memorial to try.”
“He’s not worth it, Jayce.”
Beverly stepped between her husband and Simon. The visit to the memorial was meant to be only a short diversion from their drive to the mountains, only a short distraction from the drive to the stone cottage of Jayce’s mother, where the two of them would wed before enjoying a short honeymoon before her new husband returned to Starwatch and his duties. Beverly feared Jayce might lose his temper. She would hate to see him strike the old man for mumbling such horrible things about the dead. No matter how