669小说网

第21部分（第4页）

you　and　Garrett　making　fun　of　my　uncle　in　the　library；

and　I　dont　want　to　speak　to　you！　You　understand　me？　Not　now；　not　ever！”

My　mind　was　racing。　Where　had　she　been？　I　hadnt　seen　her　anywhere　near　me　in　the　library！

And　had　she　heard　it？　Or　had　she　heard　it　from

somebody　else。

I　tried　to　tell　her　it　wasnt　me；　that　it　was　Garrett；　all　Garrett。　But　she　shut　me　down　and　made

tracks　for　the　front　room　to　be　with　her　dad。

So　Im　standing　there；　wishing　Id　punched　Garrett　out　in　the　library　so　Juli　wouldnt　stick　me

in　the　same　class　as　someone　who　makes　retard

jokes；　when　my　dad　shows　up　and　claps　me　on　the　shoulder。　“So。　Hows　the　party；　son？”

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Speak　of　the　devil。　I　wanted　to　whack　his　hand　off　my　shoulder。

He　leans　out　so　he　can　see　into　the　front　room　and　says；　“Hey；　the　dad　cleans　up　pretty　good；

doesnt　he？”

I　shrug　away　from　him。　“Mr。　Bakers　name　is　Robert；　Dad。”

“Yeah；　you　know；　I　knew　that。”　He　rubs　his　hands　together　and　says；　“I　guess　I　ought　to　go　in

and　say　hello。　ing？”

“Nah。　Mom　probably　needs　my　help。”

I　didnt　run　off　to　the　kitchen；　though。　I　stood　there　and　watched　Mr。　Baker　shake　my　fathers

hand。　And　as　they　stood　there　pumping　and　smiling；

this　weird　feeling　started　ing　over　me　again。　Not　about　Juli　—　about　my　father。　Standing

next　to　Mr。　Baker；　he　looked　small。　Physically　small。

And　pared　to　the　cut　of　Mr。　Bakers　jaw；　my　dads　face　looked　kind　of　weaselly。

This　is　not　the　way　you　want　to　feel　about　your　father。　When　I　was　little；　Id　always　thought

that　my　dad　was　right　about　everything　and　that　there

wasnt　a　man　on　earth　he　couldnt　take。　But　standing　there　looking　in；　I　realized　that　Mr。

Baker　could　squash　him　like　a　bug。

Worse；　though；　was　the　way　he　was　acting。　Watching　my　dad　chum　it　up　with　Julis　dad—it

was　like　seeing　him　lie。　To　Mr。　Baker；　to　Juli；　to　my

grandfather—to　everybody。　Why　was　he　being　such　a　worm？　Why　couldnt　he　just　act　normal？

You　know；　civil？　Why　did　he　have　to　put　on　such　a

phony　show？　This　went　way　beyond　keeping　the　peace　with　my　mother。　This　was　disgusting。

And　people　said　I　was　the　spitting　image　of　my　father。　How　often　had　I　heard　that　one？　Id

never　thought　about　it　much；　but　now　it　was　turning　my

stomach。