Dodgers by Bill Beverly

Author:Bill Beverly [Beverly, Bill]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Crown/Archetype
Published: 2016-04-04T22:00:00+00:00

12.

Once at the house in The Boxes a boy named Hosea was going to fight a boy they called Cancer. Everyone knew it would happen, and no one wanted it to, because Hosea was well liked while Cancer was not, and Cancer was going to whup Hosea’s ass. None of that was a question. The boys knew, too, that it would happen, because Hosea had asked for it. He told Cancer that nobody liked him, then went on and explained it. He insulted Cancer and then insulted him again. Everyone knew Hosea was telling the truth. Hosea was a good kid.

But stronger than their feelings for Hosea or telling the truth was a principle: Know when you’re fucking with someone. Know who you’re fucking with. Know that things have their cost. The boys knew the fight was on, because Hosea could not say what he’d said and not pay.

And then the fight didn’t happen. It was a windy, blast-furnace day. First Cancer was there, waiting for Hosea. When he left, Hosea showed up. Then they were both there, and ready, but Sidney called out from inside with some work: a U had stopped breathing on the kitchen floor. He had to be taken out. He was all quaky and blue. You did not have people dying in the house. It was best to save their lives, or have them die somewhere else. Either way, you took them out. Cancer and Hosea were both called into that, and they helped carry the U out and put him in a car. In the car, the U went ahead and died, so the event became less a drop-off and more a dropping-the-body. You could not just drop a body anywhere or at any time. Bodies were complicated. And the dead body dissipated the charge between Cancer and Hosea.

But not the other boys. That tension had not been released. And the rest of the day, East had to settle them, to separate them, to keep the electricity that had stabbed the air like a knife from cutting into them, from sending them honed at each other. No matter that Hosea and Cancer stood together and let it drop; no matter that a dead man lay in temporary storage, waiting to be cast aside when darkness came. A knife had been thrown up into the air, and the boys would not settle to their work until they saw it land.

There was a gas station. The lights in the cold made the cars gleam like licked suckers. East pumped and paid, and Walter tried calling the number again. Nothing. Nothing had changed. Nobody knew anything more.

They bought hot dogs out of a steamer and drove off.

It seemed they were reaching the end of the world of people. No towns on this road to speak of, only points where the trees peeled away, the road bent, and suddenly there’d be a house on the land, a single light atop a garage; it blazed, filled the yard as they passed, then the trees snapped shut like a curtain behind them.

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