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"
I
said
you
goin
'
to
the
dorm
,
old
man
!
"
The
black
boy
jerked
at
his
arm
again
,
and
Pete
stopped
wigwagging
his
head
.
He
stood
up
straight
and
steady
,
and
his
eyes
snapped
clear
.
Usually
Pete
's
eyes
are
half
shut
and
all
murked
up
,
like
there
's
milk
in
them
,
but
this
time
they
came
clear
as
blue
neon
.
And
the
hand
on
that
arm
the
black
boy
was
holding
commenced
to
swell
up
.
The
staff
and
most
of
the
rest
of
the
patients
were
talking
among
themselves
,
not
paying
any
attention
to
this
old
guy
and
his
old
song
about
being
tired
,
figuring
he
'd
be
quieted
down
as
usual
and
the
meeting
would
go
on
.
They
did
n't
see
the
hand
on
the
end
of
that
arm
pumping
bigger
and
bigger
as
he
clenched
and
unclenched
it
.
I
was
the
only
one
saw
it
.
I
saw
it
swell
and
clench
shut
,
flow
in
front
of
my
eyes
,
become
smooth
--
hard
.
A
big
rusty
iron
ball
at
the
end
of
a
chain
.
I
stared
at
it
and
waited
,
while
the
black
boy
gave
Pete
's
arm
another
jerk
toward
the
dorm
.
"
Ol'
man
,
I
say
you
got
--
"
He
saw
the
hand
.
He
tried
to
edge
back
away
from
it
,
saying
,
"
You
a
good
boy
,
Peter
,
"
but
he
was
a
shade
too
late
.
Pete
had
that
big
iron
ball
swinging
all
the
way
from
his
knees
.
The
black
boy
whammed
flat
against
the
wall
and
stuck
,
then
slid
down
to
the
floor
like
the
wall
there
was
greased
.
I
heard
tubes
pop
and
short
all
over
inside
that
wall
,
and
the
plaster
cracked
just
the
shape
of
how
he
hit
.
The
other
two
--
the
least
one
and
the
other
big
one
--
stood
stunned
.
The
nurse
snapped
her
fingers
,
and
they
sprang
into
motion
.
Instant
movement
,
sliding
across
the
floor
.
The
little
one
beside
the
other
like
an
image
in
a
reducing
mirror
.
They
were
almost
to
Pete
when
it
suddenly
struck
them
what
the
other
boy
should
of
known
,
that
Pete
was
n't
wired
under
control
like
the
rest
of
us
,
that
he
was
n't
about
to
mind
just
because
they
gave
him
an
order
or
gave
his
arm
a
jerk
.
If
they
were
to
take
him
they
'd
have
to
take
him
like
you
take
a
wild
bear
or
bull
,
and
with
one
of
their
number
out
cold
against
the
baseboards
,
the
other
two
black
boys
did
n't
care
for
the
odds
.
This
thought
got
them
both
at
once
and
they
froze
,
the
big
one
and
his
tiny
image
,
in
exactly
the
same
position
,
left
foot
forward
,
right
hand
out
,
halfway
between
Pete
and
the
Big
Nurse
.
That
iron
ball
swinging
in
front
of
them
and
that
snowwhite
anger
behind
them
,
they
shook
and
smoked
and
I
could
hear
gears
grinding
.
I
could
see
them
twitch
with
confusion
,
like
machines
throttled
full
ahead
and
with
the
brake
on
.
Pete
stood
there
in
the
middle
of
the
floor
,
swinging
that
ball
back
and
forth
at
his
side
,
all
leaned
over
to
its
weight
.
Everybody
was
watching
him
now
.
He
looked
from
the
big
black
boy
to
the
little
one
,
and
when
he
saw
they
were
n't
about
to
come
any
closer
he
turned
to
the
patients
.
"
You
see
--
it
's
a
lotta
baloney
,
"
he
told
them
,
"
it
's
all
a
lotta
baloney
.
"
The
Big
Nurse
had
slid
from
her
chair
and
was
working
toward
her
wicker
bag
leaning
at
the
door
.
"
Yes
,
yes
,
Mr.
Bancini
,
"
she
crooned
,
"
now
if
you
'll
just
be
calm
--
"
