Brenda sighed。 Fidgeted。
〃Tired of standing？〃 〃A little。〃
〃Are you bored？〃
〃Kind of。〃
〃Bitch。〃
She looked at the floor。
〃Get your clothes off。〃
The lovely power。 He was filled with it； brimming with it… but it had changed。 At first it had seemed to him like a steady； exhilarating current。 Part of the time it was still like that； a soft humming inside of him； perhaps imagined but nevertheless electrifying； a river of power on which he sailed in plete mand。 But occasionally now； for short periods； it felt not like a constant flow but like a continuous and endless series of short； sharp bursts。 The power like a submachine gun： tat…tat…tat…tat…tat…tat…tat 。 。 。 The rhythm of it affected him。 His mind spun。 Thoughts adance； no thought finished； leaping from one thing to another： Joey Duncan； Harvard； key…lock； Miriam； his mother； dark…eyed Sophia； breasts； sex； Emma Thorp； bitches； Dawson； Brenda； his growing erection； his mother； Klinger； Brenda； cunt； the power； jackboots； Emma's legs… 〃What now？〃
She was naked。
He said； 〃e here。〃 Little animal。
〃Get down。〃
〃On the floor？〃
〃On your knees。〃 She got down。
〃Beautiful animal。〃 〃You like me？〃
〃You'll do until。〃
〃Until what？〃
〃Until I get your sister…in…law。〃
〃Emma？〃
〃I'll make him watch。〃
〃Who？〃
〃That dumb cop。〃
〃He isn't dumb。〃
〃Lovely ass。 You're horny； Brenda。〃
〃I'm getting hot。 Like before。〃
〃Of course you are。 Hotter and hotter。〃
〃I'm shaking。〃
〃You want me more than you did before。〃
〃Do it to me。〃
〃Hotter and hotter。〃
〃I'm…embarrassed。〃
〃No。 You aren't。〃
〃Oh； God。〃
〃Feel good？〃
〃So good。〃
〃You don't look at all like Miriam。〃 〃Who's Miriam？〃
〃The old bastard should see me now。〃 〃Who？ Miriam？〃
〃He'd be outraged。 Quote the Bible。〃 〃Who would？〃
〃Dawson。 Probably can't even get it up。〃 〃I'm scared；〃 she said suddenly。 〃Of what？〃
〃I don't know。〃
〃Stop being scared。 You aren't scared。〃 〃Okay。〃
〃Are you scared？〃
She smiled。 〃No。 You going to screw me？〃 〃Batter the hell out of you。 Hot； aren't you？〃
〃Yes。 Burning up。 Do it。 Now。〃 〃Klinger and his damned chorus girls。〃 〃Klinger？〃
〃Probably queer anyway。〃
〃Are you going to do it？〃
〃Tear you up。 Big as a horse。〃 〃Yes。 I want it。 I'm hot。〃
〃I think maybe Miriam was queer。〃
Tat…tat…tat…tat…tat…tat…tat…tat 。
At five o'clock Monday afternoon； Buddy Pellineri； just out of bed with seven hours to pass before he had to report to work at the mill； went to Edison's store to see if any new magazines had been put on the racks。 His favorites were the ones that had a lot of pictures in them： People； Travel； Nevada； Arizona Highways； Vermont Life； a few of the photography journals。 He found two issues that he didn't have and took them to the counter to pay for them。
Jenny was at the cash register。 She was wearing a white blouse with yellow flowers on it。 Her long black hair looked freshly washed； thick and shiny。 〃You look so pretty； Miss Jenny。〃
〃Why； thank you； Buddy。〃
He blushed and wished he had said nothing。 She said； 〃Is the world treating you right？〃
〃No plaints。〃
〃I'm glad to hear it。〃
〃How much I owe you？〃
〃Do you have two dollars？〃
He thrust a hand into his pocket； came out with some change and rumpled bills。 〃Sure。 Here。〃
〃You get three quarters in change；〃 she said。
〃I thought they cost more。〃
〃Now； you know you get a discount here。〃
〃I'll pay。 Don't want special treatment。〃
〃You're a close friend of the family；〃 she said； shaking a finger at him。 〃We give discounts to all close friends of the family。 Sam would be angry if you didn't accept that。 You put those quarters in your pocket。〃
〃Well 。 。 。 thanks。〃
〃You're wele； Buddy。〃
〃Is Sam here？〃
'She pointed to the curtained doorway。 〃Upstairs。 He's getting dinner。
〃I ought to tell him。〃
〃Tell him what？〃 she asked。
〃About this thing I saw。〃
〃Can't you tell me？〃
〃Well 。 。 。 Better him。〃
〃You may go up and see him； if you like。〃
The invitation frightened him。 He was never fortable in other people's houses。 〃You have cats up there？〃
〃Cats？ No。 No pets at all。〃
He knew she wouldn't lie to him…but then； cats turned up in the most unexpected places。 Two weeks after his mother died； he was asked to visit the parsonage。 Reverend Potter and Mrs。 Potter had taken him straight to the parlor where she had served homemade cakes and cookies。 He sat on the divan； knees together； hands in his lap。 Mrs。 Potter made hot chocolate。 Reverend Potter poured for everyone。 The two of them sat opposite Buddy in a pair of wing…backed chairs。 For a while everything was so nice。 He ate the gingerbread and the little cookies with red and green sugar on them and he drank the cocoa and smiled a lot and talked a little…and then a big white furry cat leaped over his shoulder； onto his lap； claws digging in for an instant； from his lap to the floor。 He didn't even know they had a cat。 Was that fair？ Not to tell him？ It had crept onto the window sill behind the divan。 How long had it been there？ All the while he ate？ Paralyzed with fear； unable to speak； wanting to scream； he spilled his chocolate on the carpet and wet himself。 Peed in his pants right on the preacher's brocade divan。 What a stain。 It was awful。 An awful day。 He never went back there again； and he stopped going to church as well； even if he might go to hell for that。
〃Buddy？〃
She startled him。 〃What？〃
〃Do you want to go upstairs and see Sam？〃
Picking up his magazines； he said； 〃No。 No。 I'll tell him some time。 Some other time。 Not now。〃 He started toward the door。
〃Buddy？〃
He glanced back。
〃Is something wrong？〃 she asked。
〃No。〃 He forced a laugh。 〃No。 Nothing。 World's treating me okay。〃 He hurried out of the store。
On the other side of Main Street； back in his two…room apartment； he went to the bathroom and peed； opened a bottle of Coca…Cola； and sat down at the kitchen table to look at his magazines。 First thing； he paged through both of them； search。 ing for articles about cats and pictures of cats and advertisements for cat food。 He found two pages in each magazine that offended him； and he tore them out at once； regardless of what was on the backs of them。 Methodically； he ripped each page。 into hundreds of tiny pieces and threw the resultant heap of confetti into the wastebasket。 Only then was he prepared to relax and look at the pictures。
Halfway through the first magazine； he came across an article about a team of skin divers who were； it seemed to him； trying to uncover an ancient treasure ship。 He couldn't read more than two words out of five； but he studied the pictures with great interest…and suddenly was reminded of what he had seen in the woods that night。 Near the mill。 When he was taking a pee。 At a quarter of five in the morning； on the day he'd so carefully marked on his calendar。 Skin divers。 ing down from the reservoir。 Carrying flashlights。 And guns。 It was such a silly thing； he couldn't forget it。 Such a funny。 。 。 such a scary thing。 They didn't belong where he had seen them。 They hadn't been hunting for treasure； not at night； not up in the reservoir。
What had they been doing？
He'd thought about that for ever so long； but he simply couldn't figure it out。 He wanted to ask someone to explain it； but he knew they'd laugh at him。
Last week； however； he realized that there was someone in Black River who would listen to him； who would believe him and wouldn't laugh no matter how silly the story was。 Sam。 Sam always had time for him； even before his mother died。 Sam never made fun of him or talked down to him or hurt his feel…
ings。 Furthermore； so far as Buddy was concerned； Sam Edison was easily the smartest person in town。 He knew just about everything； or Buddy thought he did。 If there was anyone who could explain to him what he had seen； it was Sam。
On the other hand； he didn't want to look like a fool in Sam's eyes。 He was determined to give himself every chance to work out the answer first。 That was why he had delayed going to Sam since he had remembered him last Wednesday。
A while ago in the store； he finally was ready to let Sam take over his thinking for him。 But Sam was upstai