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Sunday, November 15, 2015
"You heard Barnes! They saw us! They recognized
us! We're gonna be expelled!"
"Chill out, Jim. They gave us the option of coming
forward on our own. If we do that we'll just get into a little
trouble." Eddie assured him.
"A little trouble?" Jim interjected.
"Suspended? Detention? A visit to the Cobra? You
call that a little trouble?!"
"Hey, they only said they recognized a bunch of us.
It's probably just a scare tactic! I bet ya they didn't see nothin'.“
Charlie said, uncertainly.
"No way, man. The Cobra was lookin' right at me when
Barnes gave his speech. They know! We're dead meat! And when
Barnes and Cobrane get done with me, the 'rents'll gimme what for once I'm
home. If I'm expelled... man, I'll never see the light of day til I'm
thirty!" Jim griped.
"Barnes said we'll be suspended if we don't come forward on
our own. We'll be expelled if we don't tell them what we saw. And
after we all just stood there and let that kid get beat on like that...
well, we deserve whatever Cobrane dishes out." Charlie said with a
sad look. He'd been feeling guilty ever since that morning and he
stood with his arms crossed, and his shoulders hunched.
Eddie looked at him with amazement. "Have you ever been
in Cobranes' office?"
Charlie nodded warily. "Yeah, once. For cuttin'
up in Garcia's class."
"How many'd you get?" Eddie asked.
Charlie blushed slightly. "Three."
"Well I can guarantee you that we'll get more than that for
standing around and watching that kid get pounded into the dirt!"
"Yeah, well I know for sure that if Brice and Freddie hear we
dropped the dime on them we'll be next! Not only that but we'll get reps
as rat finks. That is, if we live after those two greasers or their
friends get done with us. I don't know about you guys but I don't want to
be labeled 'Rat' or get the chill for the next two years." Jim
"I get the feeling that if we're gonna get the chill it's
gonna be because we didn’t help, not because we ratted out Brice and
Freddie." Dennis said quietly. "There was enough of
us we coulda taken 'em on! Least we can do is stand up and tell em what
happened even if it means a paddling and detentions."
"Guys, what it comes down to is this. If we don't tell,
then Brice and Freddie get away with it again, cuz you know one of em'll lie
and the other one'll swear to it.
They've been doin' it since the first grade and getting away with
it cuz everyone is afraid to say anything against em." Charlie said.
An argument broke out then between the four boys, each shouting to
be heard over the other, each listing their reasons why they should or
shouldn't go to Barnes's office and say their piece.
"Guys! Guys! Cool your chops a minute! Cool
it! Listen to me!" Dennis shouted.
The other boys were red faced and breathing heavily but they
quieted down and looked at their friend.
"Ok, look, there's a pay phone down at Grammarcy's, we can go
down there and call Barnes, right? Then we can ask him to meet us
somewhere safe. Wait!" He said, when he saw Eddie and Jim
open their mouths to argue. "We ask him to meet us somewhere safe, one of
our houses, or... I dunno... a church maybe..."
"What the heck you thinkin', Clyde! If he meets us at
one of our houses our 'rent's 'll know! And I can tell you right now if
any of us walk into church before Sunday everyone in town is gonna notice
it! Not only that but five'll getcha ten that Father Kelly'll say
somethin' to my folks. Uh uh, man. Count me out. I
don't really believe they saw me. They have no proof. I'll
just deny it was me they saw." Jim maintained, trying to look braver than
he felt. He failed miserably.
"That's up to you I guess. Me, I'm all for calling and
asking if we can meet somewhere, cuz sure as dogs bark if we're seen walking
into Barnes's office people'll know what it's about." Charlie
said, looking for support from Eddie and Dennis, putting his arm straight out,
"I'm with you, man." Eddie said, placing his hand
Dennis sighed and added his hand to the pile, “Me too. Last
chance, Jim. All for one and one for all."
Jim gritted his teeth and nodded curtly before slapping his hand
down on top of the others. "I friggin' hate you guys. Let's go
if we're gonna go."
They arrived at Grammarcy's in record time, and they all fumbled
around in their pockets for the right change. Dennis finally found a dime
and Charlie dialed the number. Despite the gravity of the situation,
it was all the other three boys could do not to bust out laughing as they heard
Charlie's voice go unnaturally deep as he asked to speak to Mr. Barnes.
Eddie, who had his ear pressed close to Charlie's was sure he
heard amusement in Mrs. Jenning's voice as she asked him to please hold.
Charlie covered the mouthpiece quickly. "Chit!
It's Cobrane! Whuddo I say?!"
Eddie made a shooing motion. "Just talk,
Charlie cleared his throat and tried to deepen his voice again,
but it came out nearer a squeak. "M-Mr. Co-Cob-brane..." he
tried to clear his throat again, but that too came out sounding strangled
and Charlie began coughing uncontrollably.
Eddie grabbed the phone. "M-Mr. Cobrane..." he
hated the quaver he heard in his own voice. "We... we want to... I
mean... we'd like to... that is..." he took a deep breath and spoke
on the exhale. We'reafraidsirweknowyousawsomeofusandwewannacomestraightbutwereafraid see?"
"Hush," Cobrane said in a strangely gentle voice.
"Take a slow, deep breath and let it out slowly, do it now, young
Eddie took a deep breath and let it out as directed.
Eddie took another measured breath and let it out.
"One more time now." He said, pausing as he
listened to the upset young man do as he'd been told. "Better now?"
He asked, still in that same gentle voice.
"Yes sir." Eddie said, faintly.
"May I know who I am speaking with?"
"Eddie, sir. Eddie Parker."
"Very well, Mr. Parker. Start from the beginning, if
"We know you saw some of us, sir. And we want to tell
you what happened, but we're afraid, see?"
"I understand, Mr. Parker."
"If we go into the office, the other kids'll, you know,
they'll know why we're there, you know? And if word gets out that we
dropped the dime on them..."
"Um, finked. Told on them?" Eddie clarified.
"Ah, I understand, continue."
"If word gets around that we finked on Brice and Freddie then
them or some of their friends'll come after us next. That's why we were
afraid to jump in when that kid was gettin' demolished. And then,
even if they don't come after us, the other students'll see us and they'll know
we're ratting them out and they'll give us the chill and..."
"I understand, Mr. Parker. What do you propose?"
"Is there... like, somewhere... I dunno, safe we can meet up?
Somewhere no one knows us? Then we can tell you everything."
"Hold on, please, Mr. Parker. I'll be back
Cobrane was gone for only a few minutes before he picked the phone
back up. "Very well, Mr. Parker. I'm not sure who else is with
you but I'd like you to meet us; myself and Mr. Barnes as well as Officer
"Officer! You didn't say nothin' bout talkin' to the
fu... cops!" Eddie said, alarmed.
"Oh that's it, I'm outta here!" Jim said as he
turned on his heel.
"Don't be dense!" Charlie grated, grabbing the
other boy by the sleeve. "What did you think was gonna happen?
You can't chicken out now! Hang tough!"
"Mr. Parker... Eddie, don't be afraid. How many others
are with you?"
"There's four of us, sir."
"All right then, there's nothing to be afraid of.
Officers Delaney and Shelton informed us that the identities of anyone
who came forward would be protected. No one will know who you are.
Tell your friends that, please. I'll wait."
Eddie repeated Cobrane's words.
Jim grabbed the phone. "Promise, man... I mean, Mr.
Cobrane. Promise us. No one knows, okay? Our names never get
"Your names will be in the official police records, and Mr.
Crighton's and Mr. Argus's attorneys will have your sworn statements on file,
but they will not be allowed to tell anyone your names. It's already
been arranged that if you and your friends are required to give statements in
person, it will be done in the judge’s chambers, away from Mr’s Crighton
and Argus, with your attorneys and the attorneys for the defense present."
"Will Brice and Freddie ever be able to get the
"No, they'll be sealed. I assure you, Mr..."
"Barkis." Jim said reluctantly.
"I assure you, Mr. Barkis, you will be completely safe.
Now, if you and the others are still willing to come forward then I'd
like you to meet with myself, Mr. Barnes and Officer Delaney at 325 Astrid
Circle, it's at the outskirts of town and should be quite safe. Do you
Jim repeated the address to the others who all nodded.
"Very well then, we'll expect you after dark, say, 7:00?
Bring your parents also."
"Oh, God," Jim breathed, "This just keeps getting
worse and worse! He wants us to bring our folks."
Charlie and Dennis looked close to tears. Eddie, already
pale, went a shade whiter.
Again, in that gentle voice, Cobrane said, "If you'd like,
I'll call your parents ahead of time and explain the situation to them, and let
them know that their presence is only requested as support and security
for you boys. Understood?"
"Yes sir." Jim said weakly before turning to the
others and repeating Cobrane's message.
"Very well then, Mr. Barkis, we'll expect you and your
parents at 7:00 this evening. And tomorrow morning we'll discuss why the
four of you are off campus during school hours."
Jim could have sworn he heard a hint of amusement in the man's
voice before he hung up.
Later that afternoon when Charlie arrived home his mother rushed
to him, gave him a hug and then turned him to the side and gave him several
sharp swats, after which she turned him back and hugged him again.
His father stood silently by, leaning against the doorjamb watching the
interchange with a look of combined amusement and disapproval.
Blushing partly from the display of affection and partly from the
smacks, Charlie hugged his mother back with one arm and reached back to rub the
sting with the other hand. He looked up apprehensively at his
father. "Co... Mr. Cobrane called then?"
"Yep." His father answered shortly, the look of
amusement being overridden by the disapproval.
His mother took him by the shoulders, even though he was taller
than her by several inches and shook him a little. "You just stood
by and watched, Charlie? You just stood by and watched!?" she
asked, dismay and disappointment clear on her face.
Charlie, who was only a couple of inches taller than Angelo and only
weighed a few pounds more, felt like crying when he saw the disapproval on his
father's face and the disappointment on his mothers. He would never
had stood a chance against the two older boys but he knew he could have at
least run for help.
"I'm sorry, ma! I was scared. We all were.
I know now that that's no excuse but... at least for me, I was scared.
If they'd seen me leave they'da thought it was me that ratted em out
and then they'da come after me next and they'da pulverized me." He
was near tears. "I'm sorry, ma, pop. I'm sorry I didn't do nothin’
to stop it but I was scared!" Despite his efforts, his feelings
of guilt and shame, and the stress and shock of the day caught up with him
and he began to cry. He covered his face. Big boys weren't
supposed to cry. Only babies cried, he berated himself.
The next thing he knew he was sandwiched between his parents.
His father held his son's head against his chest while his mother rubbed
Jim got a slightly different reception when he arrived at his
house. His father immediately began to yell at his son while his mother
stood between them, worriedly trying to keep things from escalating.
The boy stood silently, taking the berating with his head hanging in
shame. He'd known his father would have something to say about what had
happened and he knew that whatever happened, he deserved it.
"What I don't get is you're just about the same size as the
guy who jumped in to help... what's his name again? David?"
" 'Deo, Amadeo."
Mr. Barkis' eyebrows raised slightly at that, who on earth would
saddle their kid with a moniker like that? "He's that kid from the
wrestling team, right?" Jim nodded and his father continued,
"You're nearly as tall as him and you probably outweigh him by ten,
fifteen pounds. Why didn't you help him?"
Keeping his gaze on the floor, Jim shook his head slightly.
He took a breath to answer but only exhaled and shook his head again.
"Do you have anything to say for yourself?" His
"No sir." Jim answered quietly. He knew what
came next and was mentally prepared for it.
Mr. Barkis, Mule to his friends, slipped his belt out of the loops
and doubled it. "Hands on the wall."
Jim swallowed nervously, turned toward the wall and got into
position. He closed his eyes and tried to steel himself for what was
Mule laid six stripes across the backs of his son's thighs and
stopped. "Go on upstairs, now. Do your homework. We'll
call you down for dinner. After that you go back upstairs, finish your
homework and take a shower. Your mother laid out some clean clothes for
you for tonight, we'll call you when it's time to leave."
"Yes, sir." Jim whispered. He turned toward
the stairs and felt a firm but gentle grip on his shoulder. The hand
squeezed slightly before letting go, and Jim continued his journey toward
Mule stood at the bottom of the stairs and watched his son till
the boy reached his room and softly closed the door, before he slipped his belt
back into the loops of his pants.
He turned to see Caroline, his wife, looking at him with approval.
"What?" He asked.
"You went real easy on him. I'm glad." She
Mule cleared his throat and shrugged. "He did wrong, he
came forward, he owned up to what he did, he didn't make excuses, he didn't try
to beg out of his punishment.
I'm proud of him."
Caroline approached her husband and slipped her arms around his waist.
"Make sure you tell him that." She said, looking up at
her husband with a hint of a smile in her eyes before giving him a light
kiss on the cheek and returning to tend to that night's dinner.