sk.dreamcatcher-第30节
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has been startled and because Jonesy's tone of disgust is so pletely unfeigned； Richie at first takes a step backward。 Then he realizes that the kid who has dared to speak to him in such reproving tones is at least three years younger and a hundred pounds lighter than he is。 The sagging hand straightens again。
'I'm gonna make him eat this piece of shit；' he says。 'Then he can go。 You go now； snotball； unless you want half'
'Yeah； fuck off；' the third boy says。 Richie Grenadeau is big but this boy is even bigger； a six…foot…five hulk whose face flames with acne。 'While you got th…'
'I know who you are；' Henry says。
Richie's eyes switch to Henry。 He looks suddenly wary 。 。 。 but he also looks pissed off。 'Fuck off； sonny。 I mean it。'
'You're Richie Grenadeau。 Your picture was in the paper。
What do you think people will say if we tell em what we caught you doing？'
'You're not gonna tell anyone anything； because you'll be fuckin dead；' the one named Duncan says。 He has dirty…blond hair falling around his face and down to his shoulders。 'Get outta here。 Beat feet。'
Henry pays no attention to him。 He stares at Richie Grenadeau。 He is aware of no fear； although there's no doubt these three boys could stomp them flat； he is burning with an outrage he has never felt before； never even suspected。 The kid kneeling on the ground is undoubtedly retarded； but not so retarded he doesn't understand these three big boys intended to hurt him； tore off his shirt； and then…
Henry has never in his life been closer to getting good and beaten up； or been less concerned with it。 He takes a step forward； fists clenching。 The kid on the ground sobs； head now lowered； and the sound is a constant tone in Henry's head； feeding his fury。
'I'll tell；' he says； and although it is a little kid's threat； he doesn't sound like a little kid to himself。 Nor to Richie； apparently； Richie takes a step backward and the gloved hand with the dried turd in it sags again。 For the first time he looks alarmed。 'Three against one； a little retarded kid； fuck yeah； man； I'll tell。 I'll tell and I know who you are！'
Duncan and the big boy … the only one not wearing a high…school jacket … step up on either side of Richie。 The boy in the underpants is behind them now； but Henry can still hear the pulsing drone of his sobs； it's in his head； beating in his head and driving him fucking crazy。
'All right； okay； that's it；' the biggest boy says。 He grins； showing several holes where teeth once lived。 'You're gonna die now。'
'Pete； you run when they e；' Henry says； never taking his eyes from Richie Grenadeau。 'Run home and tell your mother。' And； to Richie： 'You'll never catch him； either。 He runs like the fucking wind。'
Pete's voice sounds thin but not scared。 'You got it； Henry。' 'And the worse you beat us up； the worse it's gonna be for you； Jonesy says。 Henry has already seen this； but for Jonesy it is a revelation； he's almost laughing。 'Even if you really did kill us； what good would it do you？ Because Pete does run fast； and he'll tell。'
'I run fast； too；' Richie says coldly。 'I'll catch him。'
Henry turns first to Jonesy and then to the Beav。 Both of them are standing firm。 Beaver； in fact； is doing a little more than that。 He bends swiftly； picks up a couple of stones … they are the size of eggs； only with jagged edges … and begins to chunk them together。 Beav's narrowed eyes shift back and forth between Richie Grenadeau and the biggest boy； the galoot。 The toothpick in his mouth jitters aggressively up and down。
'When they e； go for Grenadeau；' Henry says。 'The other two can't even get close to Pete。' He switches his gaze to Pete； who is pale but unafraid … his eyes are shining and he is almost dancing on the balls of his feet； eager to be off 'Tell your ma。 Tell her where we are； to send the cops。 And don't forget this bully motherfucker's name； whatever you do。' He shoots a district attorney's accusing finger at Grenadeau； who once more looks uncertain。 No； more than uncertain。 He looks afraid。
'Richie Grenadeau；' Pete says； and now he does begin to dance。 'I won't forget。'
'e on； you dickweed；' Beaver says。 One thing about the Beav； he knows a really excellent rank when he hears it。 'I'm gonna break your nose again。 What kind of chickenshit quits off the football team cause of a broken nose； anyhow？'
Grenadeau doesn't reply … no longer knows which of them to reply to； maybe … and something rather wonderful is happening： the other boy in the high…school jacket； Duncan； has also started to look uncertain。 A flush is spreading on his cheeks and across his forehead。 He wets his lips and looks uncertainly at Richie。 Only the galoot still looks ready to fight； and Henry almost hopes they will fight； Henry and Jonesy and the Beav will give them a hell of a scrap if they do； hell of a scrap； because of that crying； that fucking awful crying； the way it gets in your head； the beat…beat…beat of that awful crying。
'Hey Rich； maybe we ought to…' Duncan begins。
'Kill em；' the galoot rumbles。 'Fuck em the fuck up。'
This one takes a step forward and for a moment it almost goes down。 Henry knows that if the galoot had been allowed to take even one more step he would have been out of Richie Grenadeau's control； like a mean old pitbull that breaks its leash and just goes flying at its prey； a meat arrow。
But Richie doesn't let him get that next step； the one which will turn into a clumsy charge。 He grabs the galoot's forearm； which is thicker than Henry's bicep and bristling with reddish…gold hair。 'No； Scotty；' he says； 'wait a minute。'
'Yeah； wait；' Duncan says； sounding almost panicky。 He shoots Henry a look which Henry finds； even at the age of fourteen； grotesque。 It is a reproachful look。 As if Henry and his friends were the ones doing something wrong。
'What do you want？' Richie asks Henry。 'You want us to get out of here； that it？'
Henry nods。
'If we go； what are you gonna do？ Who are you going to tell？'
Henry discovers an amazing thing： he is as close to ing unglued as Scotty； the galoot。 Part of him wants to actually provoke a fight； to scream EVERYBODY！ FUCKING EVERYBODY！ Knowing that his friends would back him up； would never say a word even if they got trashed and sent to the hospital。
But the kid。 That poor little crying retarded kid。 Once the big boys finished with Henry； Beaver； and Jonesy （with Pete as well； if they could catch him）； they would finish with the retarded kid； too； and it would likely go a lot further than making him eat a piece of dried dog…turd。
'No one；' he says。 'We won't tell anyone。'
'Fuckin liar；' Scotty says。 'He's a fuckin liar； Richie； lookit him。'
Scotty starts forward again； but Richie tightens his grip on the big galoot's forearm。
'If no one gets hurt；' Jonesy says in a blessedly reasonable tone of voice； 'no one's got a story to tell '
'Grenadeau glances at him； then back at Henry。 'Swear to God？'
'Swear to God；' Henry agrees。
'All of you swear to God？' Grenadeau asks。
Jonesy； Beav； and Pete all dutifully swear to God。
Grenadeau thinks about it for a moment that seems very long； and then he nods。 'Okay； fuck this。 We're going。'
'If they e； run around the building the other way；' Henry says to Pete； speaking very rapidly because the big boys are already in motion。 But Grenadeau still has his hand clamped firmly on Scotty's forearm； and Henry thinks this is a good sign。
'I wouldn't waste my time；' Richie Grenadeau says in a lofty tone of voice that makes Henry feel like laughing 。 。 。 but with an effort he manages to keep a straight face。 Laughing at this point would be a bad idea。 Things are almost fixed up。 There's a part of him that hates that； but the rest of him nearly trembles with relief。
'What's up with you； anyway？' Richie Grenadeau asks him。 'What's the big deal？'
Henry wants to ask his own question … wants to ask Richie Grenadeau how he could do it； and it's no rhetorical question； either。 That crying！ My God！ But he keeps silent； knowing anything he says might just provoke the asshole； get him going all over again。
There is a kind of dance going on here； it looks almost like the ones you learn in first and second grade。 As Richie； Duncan； and Scott walk toward the driveway （sauntering； attempting to show they are going of their own free will and haven't been frightened off by a bunch of homo junior…high kids）； Henry and his friends first move to face them and then step backward in a line toward the weeping kid kneeling there in his underpants； blocking him from them。
At the corner of the building Richie pauses and gives them a final look。 'Gonna see you fellas again；' he says。 'One by one or all together。'
'Yeah；' Duncan agrees。
'You're gonna be lookin at the world through a oxygen tent！' Scott adds； and Henry es perilously close to laughing again。 He prays that none of his friends will say anything … let done be done … and none of them do。 It's almost a miracle。
One final menacing look from Richie and they are gone around the er。 Henry； Jonesy； Beaver； and Pete are left alone with the kid； who is roc
