sk.dreamcatcher-第27部分

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　　　　And　pussy　is　interesting。
　　　　'Schlossinger；'　Jonesy　says；　laughing。　'Schlossinger；　Petesky。　The　Schlossingers　live　two　blocks　over　from　me；　and…'　He　stops　suddenly；　struck　by　an　important　question　which　must　be　answered　immediately。　He　turns　to　Henry。　'Are　the　Schlossingers　Jews　or　Republicans？'
　　　　Now　it's　Henry　laughing　at　Jonesy；　but　without　any　malice。　'Technically；　I　think　it's　possible　to　be　both　at　the　same　time　。　。　。　or　neither　one。'　Henry　pronounces　the　word　nyther　instead　of　neether；　which　impresses　Pete。　It　sounds　smart　as　a　motherfucker；　and　he　reminds　himself　to　say　it　that　way　from　now　on　…　nyther；　nyther；　nyther；　he　tells　himself　。　。　。　but　knows　somehow　that　he　win　forget；　that　he　is　one　of　those　people　condemned　to　say　neether　all　his　life。
　　　　'Never　mind　religion　and　politics；'　Henry　says；　still　laughing。　'If　you've　got　a　picture　of　Tina　Jean　Schlossinger　showing　her　pussy；　I　want　to　see　it。'
　　　　The　Beav；　meanwhile；　has　bee　visibly　excited　…　cheeks　flushed；　eyes　bright；　and　he　goes　to　stick　a　fresh　toothpick　in　his　mouth　before　the　old　one　is　even　half　finished。　The　zippers　on　his　jacket；　the　one　Beaver's　older　brother　wore　during　his　four　or　five　years　of　Fonzie…worship；　jingle　faster。
　　　　'Is　she　blonde？'　the　Beav　asks。　'Blonde；　and　in　high　school？　Super　good…looking？　Got…'　He　holds　his　hands　out　in　front　of　his　chest；　and　when　Jonesy　nods；　grinning；　Beaver　turns　to　Pete　and　blurts：　'This　year's　Homeing　Queen　up　at　the　high　school；　ringmeat！　Her　picture　was　in　the　fuckin　paper！　Up　on　that　float　with　Richie　Grenadeau？'
　　　　'Yes；　but　the　fucking　Tigers　lost　the　Homeing　game　and　Grenadeau　ended　up　with　a　broken　nose；'　Henry　says。　'First　Derry　High　team　ever　to　play　a　Class…A　team　from　southern　Maine　and　those　fools…'
　　　　'Fuck　the　Tigers；'　Pete　breaks　in。　He　has　more　interest　in　high　school　football　than　he　does　in　the　dreaded　x；　but　not　much。　Anyway；　he's　got　the　girl　placed　now；　remembers　the　newspaper　photo　of　her　standing　on　the　flower…decked　bed　of　a　pulp　truck　next　to　the　Tiger　quarterback；　both　of　them　wearing　tinfoil　crowns；　smiling；　and　waving　to　the　crowd。　The　girl's　hair　fell　around　her　face　in　big　blowy　Farrah　Fawcett　waves；　and　her　gown　was　strapless；　showing　the　tops　of　her　breasts。
　　　　For　the　first　time　in　his　life；　Pete　feels　real　lust　…　it　is　a　meaty　feeling；　red　and　heavy；　that　stiffens　his　prick；　dries　up　the　spit　in　his　mouth；　and　makes　it　hard　for　him　to　think。　Pussy　is　interesting；　the　idea　of　seeing　local　pussy；　Homeing　Queen　pussy　。　。　。　that　is　a　lot　more　than　exciting。　That　is；　as　the　Derry　News's　film　critic　sometimes　says　about　movies　she　especially　likes；　'a　must…see。'
　　　　'Where？'　he　asks　Jonesy　breathlessly。　He　is　imagining　seeing　this　girl；　this　Tina　Jean　Schlossinger；　waiting　on　the　corner　for　the　school　bus；　just　standing　there　giggling　with　her　girlfriends；　not　having　the　slightest　idea　that　the　boy　walking　past　has　seen　what　is　under　her　skirt　or　her　jeans；　that　he　knows　if　the　hair　on　her　pussy　is　the　same　color　as　the　hair　on　her　head。　Pete　is　on　fire。　'Where　is　it？'
　　　　'There；'　Jonesy　says；　and　points　at　the　red　brick　box　that　is　Tracker　Brothers　old　freight　and　storage　depot。　There　is　ivy　crawling　up　the　sides；　but　this　has　been　a　cold　fall　and　most　of　the　leaves　have　already　died　and　turned　black。　Some　of　the　windows　are　broken　and　the　rest　are　bleary。　Looking　at　the　place　gives　Pete　a　little　chin。　Partly　because　the　big　kids；　the　high…school　kids　and　even　some　that　are　beyond　high　school；　play　baseball　in　the　vacant　lot　behind　the　building；　and　big　kids　like　to　beat　up　little　kids；　who　knows　why；　it　relieved　the　monotony　or　something。　But　this　isn't　the　big　deal；　because　baseball　is　over　for　the　year　and　the　big　kids　have　probably　moved　on　to　Strawford　Park；　where　they　will　play　two…hand　touch　football　until　the　snow　flies。　（Once　the　snow　flies；　they　will　beat　each　others'　brains　in　playing　hockey　with　old　friction…taped　sticks。）　No；　the　big　deal　is　that　kids　sometimes　disappear　in　Derry；　Derry　is　funny　that　way；　and　when　they　do　disappear；　they　are　often　last　seen　in　out…of…the…way　places　like　the　deserted　Tracker　Brothers　depot。　No　one　talks　about　this　unpleasant　fact；　but　everyone　knows　about　it。
　　　　Yet　a　pussy　。　。　。　not　some　fictional　Penthouse　pussy　but　the　actual　muff　of　an　actual　girl　from　town　。　。　。　that　would　be　something　to　see；　all　right。　That　would　be　a　fuckin　pisser。
　　　　'Tracker　Brothers？'　Henry　says　with　frank　disbelief　They　have　stopped　now；　are　standing　together　in　a　little　clump　not　far　from　the　building　while　the　last　of　the　retards　go　moaning　and　goggling　by　on　the　other　side　of　the　street。　'I　think　the　world　of　you；　Jonesy；　don't　get　me　wrong　…　the　fucking　world　…　but　why　would　there　be　a　picture　of　Tina　Jean's　pussy　in　there？'
　　　　'I　don't　know；'　Jonesy　said；　'but　Davey　Trask　saw　it　and　said　it　was　her。'
　　　　'I　dunno　about　goin　in　there；　man；'　Beaver　says。　'I　mean；　I'd　love　to　see　Tina　Jean　Slophanger's　pussy…'
　　　　'Schlossinger…'
　　　　'…but　that　place　has　been　empty　at　least　since　we　were　in　the　fifth　grade…'
　　　　'Beav…'
　　　　'…and　I　bet　it's　full　of　rats。'
　　　　'Beav…'
　　　　But　Beav　intends　to　have　his　entire　say。　'Rats　get　rabies；'　he　says。　'They　get　rabies　up　the　old　wazoo。'
　　　　'We　don't　have　to　go　in；'　Jonesy　says；　and　all　three　look　at　him　with　renewed　interest。　This　is；　as　the　fellow　said　when　he　saw　the　black…haired　Swede；　a　Norse　of　a　different　color。
　　　　Jonesy　sees　he　has　their　full　attention；　nods；　goes　on。　'Davey　says　all　you　have　to　do　is　go　around　on　the　driveway　side　and　look　in　the　third　or　fourth　window。　It　used　to　be　Phil　and　Tony　Tracker's　office。　There's　still　a　bulletin　board　on　the　wall。　And　Davey　said　the　only　two　things　on　the　bulletin　board　are　a　map　of　New　England　showing　all　the　truck　routes；　and　a　picture　of　Tina　jean　Schlossinger　showing　all　of　her　pussy。'
　　　　They　look　at　him　with　breathless　interest；　and　Pete　asks　the　question　which　has　occurred　to　all　of　them。　'Is　she　bollocky？'
　　　　'No；'　Jonesy　admits。　'Davey　says　you　can't　even　see　her　tits；　but　she's　holding　her　skirt　up　and　she　isn't　wearing　pants　and　you　can　see　it；　just　as　clear　as　day。'
　　　　Pete　is　disappointed　that　this　year's　Tiger　Homeing　Queen　isn't　bollocky　bare…ass；　but　the　thing　about　how　she's　holding　her　skirt　up　inflames　them　all；　feeding　some　primal；　semi…secret　notion　of　how　sex　really　works。　A　girl　could　hold　her　skirt　up；　after　all；　any　girl　could。
　　　　Not　even　Henry　asks　any　more　questions。　The　only　question　es　from　the　Beav；　who　asks　if　Jonesy　is　sure　they　won't　have　to　go　inside　in　order　to　see。　And　they　are　already　moving　in　the　direction　of　the　driveway　running　down　the　far　side　of　the　building　toward　the　vacant　lot；　powerful　as　a　spring　tide　in　their　nearly　mindless　motion。


5

Pete　finished　the　second　beer　and　heaved　the　bottle　deep　into　the　woods。　Feeling　better　now；　he　got　cautiously　to　his　feet　and　dusted　the　snow　from　his　ass。　And　was　his　knee　a　little　bit　looser？　He　thought　maybe　it　was。　Looked　awful；　of　course　…　looked　like　he　had　a　little　model　of　the　Minnesota　goddam　Metrodome　under　there　…　but　felt　a　bit　better。　Still；　he　walked　carefully；　swinging　his　plastic　sack　of　beer　in　short　arcs　beside　him。　Now　that　the　small　but　powerful　voice　insisting　that　he　had　to　have　a　beer；　just　goddam　had　to；　had　been　silenced；　he　thought　of　the　woman　with　new　solicitude；　hoping　she　hadn't　noticed　he　was　gone。　He　would　walk　slowly；　he　would　stop　to　massage　his　knee　every　five　minutes　or　so　（and　maybe　talk　to　it；　encourage　it；　a　crazy　idea；　but　he　was　out　here　on　his　own　and　it　couldn't　hurt）；　and　he　would　get　back　to　the　woman。　Then　he　would　have　another　beer。　He　did　not　look　back　at　the　overturned　Scout；　did　not　see　that　he　had　written　DUDDITS　in　the　snow；　over　and　over　again；　as　he　sat　thinking　of　that　day　back　in　1978。　　　　
　　　　Only　Henry　had　asked　why　the　Schlossinger　girl's　picture　would　be　there　in　the　empty　office　of　an　empty　freight　depot；　and　Pete　thought　now　that　Henry　had　only　asked　because　he　had　to　fulfill　his　role　as　Group　Skeptic。　Certainly　he'd　only　asked　once；　as　for　the　rest　of　them；　they　had　simply　believed；　and　why　not？　At　thirteen；　Pete　had　still　spent　half　his　life　believing　in　Santa　Claus。　And　besides…
　　　　Pete　stopped　near　the　top　of　the　big　hill；　not　because　he　was　out　of　breath　or　because　his　leg　was　cramping　up；　but　because　he　could　suddenly　feel　a　low　humming　sound　in　his　head；　sort　of　like　an　electrical　transformer；　only　with　a　kind　of　cycling　quality　to　it；　a　low　thud…thud…thud。　And　no；　it　wasn't　'suddenly'　as　in　'suddenly　started　up'；　he　had　an　idea　the　sound　had　been　there　for　awhile　and　he　was　just　being　aware　of　it。　And　he　had　started　to　think　some　funny　stuff。　All　that　about　Henry's　cologne；　for　instance　。　。　。　and　Marcy。　Someone　named　Marcy。　He　didn't　think　he　knew　anyone　named　Marcy　but　the　name　was　suddenly　in　his　head；　as　in　Marcy　I　need　you　or　Marcy　I　want　you　or　maybe　Zounds；　Marcy；　bring　the　gasogene。
　　　　He　stood　where　he　was；　licking　his　dry　lips；　the　bag　of　beer　hanging　straight　down　from　his　hand　now；　its　pendulum　motion　stilled。　He　looked　up　in　the　sky；　suddenly　sure　the　lights　would　be　there　。　。　。　and　they　were　there；　only　just　two　of　them　now；　and　very　faint。
　　　　'Tell