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  It was time to go home。
  He saw the two books he'd bought at The Manhattan Restaurant of the Mind lying nearby。 As he picked them up; a bright silver object slipped from the pages of Charlie the Choo…Choo and fell into a scruffy patch of weeds。 Jake bent; favoring his hurt ankle; and picked it up。 As he did so; the choir seemed to sigh and swell; then fell back to its almost inaudible hum。
  〃So that part was real; too;〃 he murmured。 He ran the ball of his thumb over the blunt protruding points of the key and into those primi…tive V…shaped notches。 He sent it skating over the mild s…curves at the end of the third notch。 Then he tucked it deep into the right front pocket of his pants and began to limp back toward the fence。
  He had reached it and was preparing to scramble over the top when a terrible thought suddenly seized his mind。
  The rose! What if somebody es in here and picks it?
  A little moan of horror escaped him。 He turned back and after a moment his eyes picked it out; although it was deep in the shadow of a neighboring building now…a tiny pink shape in the dimness; vulnerable; beautiful; and alone。
  I can't leave it…I have to guard it!
  But a voice spoke up in his mind; a voice that was surely that of the man he had met at the way station in that strange other life。 No one will pick it。 Nor will any vandal crush it beneath his heel because his dull eyes cannot abide the sight of its beauty。 That is not the danger。 It can protect itself from such things as those。
  A sense of deep relief swept through Jake。
  Can I e here again and look at it? he asked the phantom voice。
  When I'm low; or if the voices e hack and start their argument again? Can I e back and look at it and have some peace?
  The voice did not answer; and after a few moments of listening; Jake decided it was gone。 He tucked Charlie the Choo…Choo and Riddle…De…Dum! into the waistband of his pants…which; he saw; were streaked with dirt and dotted with clinging burdocks…and then grabbed the board fence。 He boosted himself up; swung over the top; and dropped onto the sidewalk of Second Avenue again; being careful to land on his good foot。
  Traffic on the Avenue…both pedestrian and vehicular…was much heavier now as people made their way home for the night。 A few passersby looked at the dirty boy in the torn blazer and untucked; flapping shirt as he jumped awkwardly down from the fence; but not many。 New Yorkers are used to the sight of people doing peculiar things。
  He stood there a moment; feeling a sense of loss and realizing some…thing else; as well…the arguing voices were still absent。 That; at least; was something。
  He glanced at the board fence; and the verse of spray…painted dog…gerel seemed to leap out at him; perhaps because the paint was the same color as the rose。
  〃See the TURTLE of enormous girth〃 Jake muttered。 〃On his shell he holds the earth。〃 He shivered。 〃What a day! Boy!〃
  He turned and began to limp slowly in the direction of home。
  
   19
  THE DOORMAN MUST HAVE buzzed up as soon as Jake entered the lobby; because his father was standing outside the elevator when it opened on the fifth floor。 Elmer Chambers was wearing faded jeans and cowboy boots that improved his five…ten to a rootin; tootin six feet。 His black; crewcut hair bolted up from his head; for as long as Jake could remem…ber; his father had looked like a man who had just suffered some tremen…dous; galvanizing shock。 As soon as Jake stepped out of the elevator; Chambers seized him by the arm。
  〃Look at you!〃 His father's eyes flicked up and down; taking in Jake's dirty face and hands; the blood drying on his cheek and temple; the dusty pants; the torn blazer; and the burdock that clung to his tie like some peculiar clip。 〃Get in here! Where the hell have you been? Your mother's just about off her fucking gourd!〃
  Without giving Jake a chance to answer; he dragged him through the apartment door。 Jake saw Greta Shaw standing in the archway between the dining room and the kitchen。 She gave him a look of guarded sympathy; then disappeared before the eyes of 〃the mister〃 could chance upon her。
  Jake's mother was sitting in her rocker。 She got to her feet when she saw Jake; but she did not leap to her feet; neither did she pelt across to the foyer so she could cover him with kisses and invective。 As she came toward him; Jake assessed her eyes and guessed she'd had at least three Valium since noon。 Maybe four。 Both of his parents were firm believers in better living through chemistry。
  〃You're bleeding! Where have you been?〃 She made this inquiry in her cultured Vassar voice; pronouncing been so it rhymed with seen。 She might have been greeting an acquaintance who had been involved in a minor traffic accident。
  〃Out;〃 he said。
  His father gave him a rough shake。 Jake wasn't prepared for it。 He stumbled and came down on his bad ankle。 The pain flared again; and he was suddenly furious。 Jake didn't think his father was pissed because he had disappeared from school; leaving only his mad position behind; his father was pissed because Jake had had the temerity to fuck up his own precious schedule。
  To this point in his life; Jake had been aware of only three feelings about his father: puzzlement; fear; and a species of weak; confused love。 Now a fourth and fifth surfaced。 One was anger; the other was disgust。 Mixed in with these unpleasant feelings was that sense of homesickness。 It was the largest thing inside him right now; weaving through everything else like smoke。 He looked at his father's flushed cheeks and screaming haircut and wished he was back in the vacant lot; looking at the rose and listening to the choir。 This is not my place; he thought。 Not anymore。 I have work to do。 If only I knew what it was。
  〃Let go of me;〃 he said。
  〃What did you say to me?〃 His father's blue eyes widened。 They were very bloodshot tonight。 Jake guessed he had been dipping heavily into his supply of magic powder; and that probably made this a bad time to cross him; but Jake realized he intended to cross him just the same。 He would not be shaken like a mouse in the jaws of a sadistic tomcat。 Not tonight。 Maybe not ever again。 He suddenly realized that a large part of his anger stemmed from one simple fact: he could not talk to them about what had happened…what was still happening。 They had closed all the doors。
  But I have a key; he thought; and touched its shape through the fabric of his pants。 And the rest of that strange verse occurred to him: If you want to run and play; /e along the BEAM today。
  〃I said let go of me;〃 he repeated。 〃I've got a sprained ankle and you're hurting it。〃
  〃I'll hurt more than your ankle if you don't…〃
  Sudden strength seemed to How into Jake。 He seized the hand clamped on his arm just below the shoulder and shoved it violently away。 His father's mouth dropped open。
  〃I don't work for you;〃 Jake said。 〃I'm your son; remember? If you forgot; check the picture on your desk。〃
  His father's upper lip pulled back from his perfectly capped teeth in a snarl that was two parts surprise and one part fury。 〃Don't you talk to me like that; mister…where in the hell is your respect?〃
  〃I don't know。 Maybe I lost it on the way home。〃
  〃You spend the whole goddamn day absent without leave and then you stand there running your fat; disrespectful mouth…〃
  〃Stop it! Stop it; both of you!〃 Jake's mother cried。 She sounded near tears in spite of the tranquilizers perking through her system。
  Jake's father reached for Jake's arm again; then changed his mind。 The surprising force with which his son had torn his hand away a moment ago might have had something to do with it。 Or perhaps it was only the look in Jake's eyes。 〃I want to know where you've been。〃
  〃Out。 I told you that。 And that's all I'm going to tell you。〃
  〃Fuck that! Your headmaster called; your French teacher actually came here; and they both had beaucoup questions for you! So do I; and I want some answers!〃
  〃Your clothes are dirty;〃 his mother observed; and then added tim…idly: 〃Were you mugged; Johnny? Did you play hookey and get mugged?〃
  〃Of course he wasn't mugged;〃 Elmer Chambers snarled。 〃Still wearing his watch; isn't he?〃
  〃But there's blood on his head。〃
  〃It's okay; Mom。 I just bumped it。〃
  〃But…〃
  〃I'm going to go to bed。 I'm very; very tired。 If you want to talk about this in the morning; okay。 Maybe we'll all be able to make some sense then。 But for now; I don't have a thing to say。〃
  His father took a step after him; reaching out。
  〃No; Elmer!〃 Jake's mother almost screamed。
  Chambers ignored her。 He grabbed Jake by the back of the blazer。 〃Don't you just walk away from me…〃 he began; and then Jake whirled; tearing the blazer out of his hand。 The seam under the right arm; already strained; let go with a rough purring sound。
  His father saw those blazing eyes and stepped away。 The rage on his face was doused by something that looked like terror。 That blaze was not metaphorical; Jake's eyes actually seemed to be on fire。 His mother gave voice to a strengthless little scream; clapped one hand to her mouth; took two large; stumbling ste

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