按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
particularly rough bump。
Billy Nolan was at the pink fuzz…covered wheel。 Jackie Talbot； Henry Blake； Steve Deighan； and the Garson brothers； Kenny and Lou； were also squeezed in。 Three joints were going； passing through the inner dark like the lambent eyes of some rotating Cerberus。
'You sure Henty ain't around？' Henry asked。 'I got no urge to go back up； ole Sweet William。 They feed you shit。'
Kenny Garson； who was wrecked to the fifth power found this unutterably funny and emitted a slipstream of high…pitched giggles。
'He aint around；' Billy said。 Even those few words seemed to slip out grudgingly； against his win。 'Funeral。'
Chris had found this out accidentally。 Old man Henty ran one of the few successful independent farms in the Chamberlain area。 Unlike the crotchety old farmer with a heart of gold that is one of the staples of pastoral literature； old man Henty was as mean as cat dirt。 He did not load his shotgun with rock salt at apple time； but with birdshot。 He had also prosecuted several fellows for pilferage。 One of them had been a friend of these boys； a luckless bastard named Freddy Overlock。 Freddy had been caught red…handed in old man Henty's henhouse； and had received a double dose of number…six bird where the good Lord had split him。 Good ole Fred had spent four raving； cursing hours on his belly in an Emergency Wing examining room while a jovial interne picked tiny pellets off his butt and dropped them into a steel pan。 To add insult to injury； he had been fined two hundred dollars for larceny and trespass。 There was no love lost between Irwin Henty and the Chamberlain greaser squad。
'What about Red？' Steve asked。
'He's trying to get into some new waitress at The Cavalier；' Billy said； swinging the wheel and puffing the Biscayne through a juddering racing drift and on to the Henty Road。 Red Trelawney was old man Henty's hired hand。 He was a heavy drinker and just as handy with the bird…shot as his employer。 'He won't be back until they close up。'
'Hell of a risk for a joke；' Jackie Talbot grumbled。
Billy stiffened。 'You want out？'
'No； uh…uh；' Jackie said hastily。 Billy had produced an ounce of good grass to split among the five of them … and besides； it was nine miles back to town。 'It's a good joke； Billy。'
Kenny opened the glove partment； took out an ornate scrolled roach clip （Chris's）； and fixed the smouldering butt…end of a joint in it This operation struck him as highly amusing； and he let out his highpitched giggle again。
Now they were flashing past No Tresspassing signs on either side of the road； barbed wire； newly turned fields。 The smell of fresh earth was heavy and gravid and sweet on the warm May air。
Billy popped the headlights off as they breasted the next hill； dropped the gearshift into neutral and killed the ignition。 They rolled； a silent hulk of metal； toward the Henty driveway。
Billy negotiated the turn with no trouble； and most of their speed bled away as they breasted another small rise and passed the dark and empty house。 Now they could see the huge bulk of barn and beyond it； moonlight glittering dreamily on the cow pond and the apple orchard。
In the pigpen； two sows poked their flat snouts through the bars。 In the bar； one cow lowed softly； perhaps in sleep。
Billy stopped the car with the emergency brake … not really necessary since the ignition was off； but it was a nice mando touch … and they got out。
Lou Garson reached past Kenny and got something out of the glove partment。 Billy and Henry went around to the trunk and opened it。
'The bastard is going to shit where he stands when he es back and gets a look；' Steve said with soft glee。
'For Freddy；' Henry said； taking the hammer out of the trunk。
Billy said nothing； but of course it was not for Freddy Overlock； who was an asshole。 It was for Chris Hargensen； just as everything was for Chris； and had been since the day she swept down from her lofty collegecourse Olympus and made herself vulnerable to him He would have done murder for her； and more。
Henry was swinging the nine…pound sledge experimentally in one hand。 The heavy block of its business end made a portentous swishing noise in the night air； and the other boys gathered around as Billy opened the lid of the ice chest and took out the two galvanized steel pads。 They were numbingly cold to the touch； lightly traced with frost
'Okay；' he said。
The six of them walked quickly to the hogpen； their respiration shortening with excitement。 The two sows were both as tame as tabbies； and the old boar lay asleep on his side at the far end。 Henry swung the sledge once more through the air； but this time with no conviction。 He handed it to Billy。
'I can't；' he said sickly。 'You。'
Billy took it and looked questioningly at Lou； who held the broad butcher knife he had taken from the glove partment。
'Don't worry；' he said； and touched the ball of his thumb to the honed edge。
'The throat；' Billy reminded。
'I know。'
Kenny was crooning and grinning as he fed the remains of a crumpled bag of potato chips to the pigs。 'Doan worry； piggies； doan worry； big Bills gonna bash your fuckin heads in and you woan have to worry about the bomb any more。' He scratched their bristly chins； and the pigs grunted and munched contentedly。
'Here it es；' Billy remarked； and the sledge flashed down。
There was a sound that reminded him of the time he and Henry had dropped a pumpkin off Claridge Road overpass； which crossed 495 west of town。 One of the sows dropped dead with its tongue protruding； eyes still open； potato chip crumbs around its snout
Kenny giggled。 'She didn't even have time to burp。'
'Do it quick； Lou；' Billy said。
Kenny's brother slid between the slates； lifted the pig's head toward the moon…the glazing eyes regarded the crescent with rapt blackness … and slashed。
The flow of blood was immediate and startling。 Several of the boys were splattered and jumped back with little cries of disgust。
Billy leaned through and put one of the buckets under the main flow。 The pail filled up rapidly； and he set it aside。 The second was half full when the flow trickled and died。
'The other one；' he said。
'Jesus； Billy；' Jackie whined。 'Isn't that en…'
'The other one；' Billy repeated。
'Soo…ee； pig…pig…pig；' Kenny called； grinning and rattling the empty potato…chip bag。 After a pause； the sow returned to the fence； the sledge flashed； the second bucket was filled and the remainder of the blood allowed to flow into the ground。 A rank； coppery smell hung on the air。 Billy found he was slimed in pig blood to the forearms。
Carrying the pails back to the trunk； his mind made a dim； symbolic connection。 Pig blood。 That was good。 Chris was right。 It was really good。 It made everything solidify。
Pig blood for a pig。
He nestled the galvanized steel pails into the crushed ice and slammed the lid of the chest。 'Let's go；' he said。
Billy got behind the wheel and released the emergency brake。 The five boys got behind； put their shoulders into it； and the car turned in a tight； noiseless circle and trundled up past the barn to the crest of the hill across from Henty's house。
When the car began to roll on its own； they trotted up beside the doors and climbed in panting。
The car gained speed enough to slew a little as Billy whipped it out of the long driveway and on to the Henty Road。 At the bottom of the hill he dropped the transmission into third and popped the clutch。 The engine hitched and grunted into life。
Pig blood for a pig。 Yes； that was good； all right。 That was really good。 He smiled； and Lou Garson felt a start of surprise and fear。 He was not sure he could recall ever having seen Billy Nolan smile before。 There had not even been rumours。
'Whose funeral did ole man Henty go to？' Steve asked。
'His mother's；' Billy said。
'His mother？' Jackie Talbot said； stunned。 'Jesus Christ； she musta been older'n God。'
Kenny's high…pitched cackle drifted back on the redolent darkness that trembled at the edge of summer。
Part Two
Prom Night
She put the dress on for the first time on the morning of May 27； in her room。 She had bought a special brassiere to go with it； which gave her breasts the proper uplift （not that they actually needed it） but left their top halves uncovered。 Wearing it gave her a weird； dreamy feeling that was half shame and half defiant excitement。
The dress itself was nearly floor…length。 The skirt was loose； but the waist was snug； the material rich and unfamiliar against her skin； which was used only to cotton and wool。
The hang of it seemed to be right … or would be； with the new shoes。 She slipped them on； adjusted the neckline； and went to the window。 She could see only a maddening ghost image of herself； but everything seemed to be right。 Maybe later she could。。。
The door swung open behind her with only a soft snick of the latch； and Carrie turned to look at her mother。
She was dressed for work； wearing her white sweater and holding her black pocketbook in one hand。 In the other she was holding Daddy Ralph's Bible。
They looked at each other。
Hardly conscious of it； Carrie felt her back straighten until she stood straight in the patch of early spring sunshine that fell through the window。
'Red；' Momma murmured。 'I might have known it would be red。'
Carrie said