sk.thewastelands-第51部分
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A FISTFUL OF PLUS GOOD BAD & UGLY！
99 Cents ALL SHOWS
A gum…chewing cutie with rollers in her blonde hair sat in the box office listening to Led Zep on her transistor and reading one of the tabloids of which Mrs。 Shaw was so fond。 To her left； in the theater's remaining display case； there was a poster showing Glint Eastwood。
Jake knew he should get moving…three o'clock was almost here…but he paused a moment anyway； staring at the poster behind the dirty； cracked glass。 Eastwood was wearing a Mexican serape。 A cigar was clamped in his teeth。 He had thrown one side of the serape back over his shoulder to free his gun。 His eyes were a pale； faded blue。 Bombar…dier's eyes。
It's not him； Jake thought； but it's almost him。 It's the eyes； mostly 。。 。 the eyes are almost the same。
〃You let me drop；〃 he said to the man in the old poster； the man who was not Roland。 〃You let me die。 What happens this time？〃
〃Hey； kid；〃 the blonde ticket…seller called； making Jake start。 〃You gonna e in or just stand there and talk to yourself？〃
〃Not me；〃 Jake said。 〃I've already seen those two。〃
He got moving again； turning left on Markey Avenue。
Once again he waited for the feeling of remembering forward to seize him； but it didn't e。 This was just a hot； sunny street lined with sandstone…colored apartment buildings that looked like prison cellblocks to Jake。 A few young women were walking along； pushing baby…carriages in pairs and talking desultorily； but the street was otherwise deserted。 It was unseasonably hot for May…too hot to stroll。
What am I looking for？ What？
From behind him came a burst of raucous male laughter。 It was followed by an outraged female shriek： 〃You give that back〃
Jake jumped； thinking the owner of the voice must mean him。
〃Give it back； Henry！ I'm not kidding！〃
Jake turned and saw two boys； one at least eighteen and the other a lot younger 。 。 。 twelve or thirteen。 At the sight of this second boy； Jake's heart did something that felt like a loop…the…loop in his chest。 The lad was wearing green corduroys instead of madras shorts； but the yellow T…shirt was the same； and he had a battered old basketball under one arm。 Although his back was to Jake； Jake knew he had found the boy from last night's dream。
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THE GIRL WAS THE gum…chewing cutie from the ticket…booth。 The older of the two boys…who looked almost old enough to be called a man…had her newspaper in his hands。 She grabbed for it。 The newspaper…grabber…he was wearing denims and a black T…shirt with the sleeves rolled up…held it over his head and grinned。
〃Jump for it； Maryanne！ Jump； girl； jump！〃
She stared at him with angry eyes； her cheeks flushed。 〃Give it to me！〃 she said。 〃Quit fooling around and give it back！ Bastard！〃
〃Oooo wisten to dat； Eddie！〃 the old kid said。 〃Bad wang…gwidge！ Naughty； naughty！〃 He waved the newspaper just out of the blonde tick…et…seller's grasp； grinning； and Jake suddenly understood。 These two were walking home from school together…although they probably didn't go to the same one； if he was right about the difference in their ages…and the bigger boy had gone over to the box office； pretending he had something interesting to tell the blonde。 Then he had reached through the slot at the bottom and snatched her paper。
The big boy's face was one that Jake had seen before； it was the face of a kid who would think it the height of hilarity to douse a cat's tail with lighter fluid or feed a bread…ball with a fishhook planted in the middle to a hungry dog。 The sort of lad who sat in the back of the room and snapped bra…straps and then said 〃Who me？〃 with a big； dumb look of surprise on his face when someone finally plained。 There weren't many lads like him at Piper； but there were a few。 Jake supposed there were a few in every school。 They dressed better at Piper； but the face was the same。 He guessed that in the old days； people would have said it was the face of a boy who was born to be hung。
Maryanne jumped for her newspaper； which the old boy in the black pants had rolled into a tube。 He pulled it out of her reach just before she could grab it； then whacked her on the head with it； the way you might whack a dog for piddling on the carpet。 She was beginning to cry now…mostly from humiliation； Jake guessed。 Her face was now so red it was almost glowing。 〃Keep it； then！〃 she yelled at him。 〃I know you can't read； but you can look at the pictures； at least！〃
She began to turn away。
〃Give it back； why don't you？〃 the younger boy…Jake's boy…said softly。
The old boy held out the newspaper tube。 The girl snatched it from him； and even from his place thirty feet farther down the street； Jake heard it rip。 〃You're a turd； Henry Dean！〃 she cried。 〃A real turd！〃
〃Hey； what's the big deal？〃 Henry sounded genuinely injured。 〃It was just a joke。 Besides； it only ripped in one place…you can still read it； for Chrissake。 Lighten up a little； why don'tcha？〃
And that was right； too； Jake thought。 Guys like this Henry always pushed even the most unfunny joke two steps too far 。。。 then looked wounded and misunderstood when someone yelled at them。 And it was always Wassa matter？ and it was Can'tcha take a joke？ and it was Why don'tcha lighten up a little？
What are you doing with him； kid？ Jake wondered。 If you're on my side； what are you doing with a jerk like that？
But as the younger lad turned around and they started to walk down the street again； Jake knew。 The old boy's features were heavier； and his plexion was badly pitted with acne； but otherwise the resemblance was striking。 The two boys were brothers。
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JAKE TURNED AWAY AND began to idle up the sidewalk ahead of the two boys。 He reached into his breast pocket with a shaky hand； pulled out his father's sunglasses； and managed to fumble them onto his face。
Voices swelled behind him； as if someone was gradually turning up the volume on a radio。
〃You shouldn't have ranked on her that bad； Henry。 It was mean。〃
〃She loves it； Eddie。〃 Henry's voice was placent； worldly…wise。 〃When you get a little older； you'll understand。〃
〃She was cryin。〃
〃Prob'ly got the rag on；〃 Henry said in a philosophical tone。
They were very close now。 Jake shrank against the side of the build…ing。 His head was down； his hands stuffed deep into the pockets of his jeans。 He didn't know why it seemed so vitally important that he not be noticed； but it did。 Henry didn't matter； one way or the other； but…
The younger one； isn't supposed to remember me； he thought。 I don't know why； exactly； but he's not。
They passed him without so much as a glance； the one Henry had called Eddie walking on the outside； dribbling the basketball along the gutter。
〃You gotta admit she looked funny；〃 Henry was saying。 〃Ole Be…Bop Maryanne； jumpin for her newspaper。 Woof！ Woof！〃
Eddie looked up at his brother with an expression that wanted to be reproachful 。 。 。 and then he gave up and dissolved into laughter。 Jake saw the unconditional love in that upturned face and guessed that Eddie would forgive a lot in his big brother before giving it up as a bad job。
〃So are we going？〃 Eddie asked now。 〃You said we could。 After school。〃
〃I said maybe。 I dunno if I wanna walk all the way over there。 Mom'll be home； by now； too。 Maybe we just oughtta forget it。 Go upstairs and watch some tube。〃
They were now ten feet ahead of Jake and pulling away。
〃Ah； e on！ You said！〃
Beyond the building the two boys were currently passing was a chainlink fence with an open gate in it。 Beyond it； Jake saw； was the playground of which he had dreamed last night 。。。 a version of it； any…way。 It wasn't surrounded by trees； and there was no odd subway kiosk with diagonal slashes of yellow and black across the front； but the cracked concrete was the same。 So were the faded yellow foul lines。
〃Well 。 。 。 maybe。 I dunno。〃 Jake realized Henry was teasing again。 Eddie didn't； though； he was too anxious about wherever it was he wanted to go。 〃Let's shoot some hoops while I think it over。〃
He stole the ball from his younger brother； dribbled clumsily onto the pla
