Someone Comes to Town, Someone Leaves Town Part 41
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"It's okay," Alan said. "We can celebrate at home. Don't let them get to you."
"We can't go?" Ed suddenly looked a little panicked.
"You're invited?" He blurted it out and then wished he hadn't.
"Of course we're invited," Fred said from inside Ed's throat. "There's going to be dancing."
"You can dance?" Alan asked.
"We can!" Ed said.
"We learned in gym," Greg said, with the softest, proudest voice, deep within them.
"Well," Alan said. He didn't know what to say. High school. Dancing. Invited to parties. No one had invited him to parties when he'd graduated from elementary school, and he'd been too busy with the little ones to go in any event. He felt a little jealous, but mostly proud. "Want a milkshake?" he asked, mentally totting up the cash in his pocket and thinking that he should probably send Brad to d.i.c.ker with the a.s.sayer again soon.
"No, thank you," Ed said. "We're watching our weight."
Alan laughed, then saw they weren't joking and tried to turn it into a cough, but it was too late. Their shy, chocolate smile turned into a rubber-lipped pout.
The game started bang on time at six p.m., just as the sun was setting. The diamond lights flicked on with an audible click and made a spot of glare that cast out the twilight.
Benny was already on the mound, he'd been warming up with the catcher, tossing them in fast and exuberant and confident and controlled. He looked good on the mound. The ump called the start, and the batter stepped up to the plate, and Benny struck him out in three pitches, and the little ones went nuts, cheering their brother on along with the other fans in the bleachers, a crowd as big as any you'd ever see outside of school, thirty or forty people.
The second batter stepped up and Benny pitched a strike, another strike, and then a wild pitch that nearly beaned the batter in the head. The catcher c.o.c.ked his mask quizzically, and Benny kicked the dirt and windmilled his arm a little and shook his head.
He tossed another wild one, this one coming in so low that it practically rolled across the plate. His teammates were standing up in their box now, watching him carefully.
"Stop kidding around," Alan heard one of them say. "Just strike him out."
Benny smiled, spat, caught the ball, and shrugged his shoulders. He wound up, made ready to pitch, and then dropped the ball and fell to his knees, crying out as though he'd been struck.
Alan grabbed the little ones' hand and pushed onto the diamond before Benny's knees. .h.i.t the ground. He caught up with Benny as he keeled over sideways, bringing his knees up to his chest, eyes open and staring and empty.
Alan caught his head and cradled it on his lap and was dimly aware that a crowd had formed round them. He felt Barry's heart thundering in his chest, and his arms were stuck straight out to his sides, one hand in his pitcher's glove, the other clenched tightly around the ball.
"It's a seizure," someone said from the crowd. "Is he an epileptic? It's a seizure."
Someone tried to prize Alan's fingers from around Barry's head and he grunted and hissed at them, and they withdrew.
"Barry?" Alan said, looking into Barry's face. That faraway look in his eyes, a million miles away. Alan knew he'd seen it before, but not in years.
The eyes came back into focus, closed, opened. "Davey's back," Barry said.
Alan's skin went cold and he realized that he was squeezing Barry's head like a melon. He relaxed his grip and helped him to his feet, got Barry's arm around his shoulders, and helped him off the diamond.
"You okay?" one of the players asked as they walked past him, but Barry didn't answer. The little ones were walking beside them now, clutching Barry's hand, and they turned their back on the town as a family and walked toward the mountain.
George had come to visit him once before, not long after Alan'd moved to Toronto. He couldn't come without bringing down Elliot and Ferdinand, of course, but it was George's idea to visit, that was clear from the moment they rang the bell of the slightly grotty apartment he'd moved into in the Annex, near the students who were barely older than him but seemed to belong to a different species.
They were about 16 by then, and fat as housecats, with the same sense of grace and inertia in their swinging bellies and wobbling chins.
Alan welcomed them in. Edward was wearing a pair of wool trousers pulled nearly up to his nipples and short suspenders that were taut over his sweat-stained white s.h.i.+rt. He was grinning fles.h.i.+ly, his hair damp with sweat and curled with the humidity.
He opened his mouth, and George's voice emerged. "This place is..." He stood with his mouth open, while inside him, George thought. "*Incredible.* I'd never..." He closed his mouth, then opened it again. "*Dreamed*. What a..."
Now Ed spoke. "Jesus, figure out what you're going to say before you say it, w.i.l.l.ya? This is just plain --"
"Rude," came Fede's voice from his mouth.
"I'm sorry," came George's voice.
Ed was working on his suspenders, then unb.u.t.toning his s.h.i.+rt and dropping his pants, so that he stood in grimy jockeys with his slick, tight, hairy belly before Alan. He tipped himself over, and then Alan was face-to-face with Freddy, who was wearing a T-s.h.i.+rt and a pair of boxer shorts with blue and white stripes. Freddy was scowling comically, and Alan hid a grin behind his hand.
Freddy tipped to one side and there was George, short and delicately formed and pale as a frozen french fry. He grabbed Freddy's hips like handles and scrambled out of him, springing into the air and coming down on the b.a.l.l.s of his feet, holding his soccer-ball-sized gut over his Hulk Underoos.
"It's incredible," he hooted, dancing from one foot to the other. "It's brilliant! G.o.d! I'm never, ever going home!"
"Oh, yes?" Alan said, not bothering to hide his smile as Frederick and George separated and righted themselves. "And where will you sleep, then?"
"Here!" he said, running around the tiny apartment, opening the fridge and the stove and the toaster oven, flus.h.i.+ng the toilet, turning on the shower faucets.
"Sorry," Alan called as he ran by. "No vacancies at the Hotel Anders!"
"Then I won't sleep!" he cried on his next pa.s.s. "I'll play all night and all day in the streets. I'll knock on every door on every street and introduce myself to every person and learn their stories and read their books and meet their kids and pet their dogs!"
"You're bonkers," Alan said, using the word that the lunch lady back at school had used when chastising them for tearing around the cafeteria.
"Easy for you to say," Greg said, skidding to a stop in front of him. "Easy for you -- you're *here*, you got *away*, you don't have to deal with *Davey* --" He closed his mouth and his hand went to his lips.
Alan was still young and had a penchant for the dramatic, so he went around to the kitchen and pulled a bottle of vodka out of the freezer and banged it down on the counter, pouring out four shots. He tossed back his shot and returned the bottle to the freezer.
George followed suit and choked and turned purple, but managed to keep his expression neutral. Fred and Ed each took a sip, then set the drinks down with a sour face.
"How's home?" Alan said quietly, sliding back to sit on the minuscule counter surface in his kitchenette.
"It's okay," Ed mumbled, perching on the arm of the Goodwill sofa that came with the apartment. Without his brothers within him, he moved sprightly and lightly.
"It's fine," Fred said, looking out the window at the street below, craning his neck to see Bloor Street and the kids smoking out front of the Brunswick House.
"It's awful," Greg said, and pulled himself back up on the counter with them. "And I'm not going back."
The two older brothers looked balefully at him, then mutely appealed to Alan. This was new -- since infancy, Earl-Frank-Geoff had acted with complete unity of will. When they were in the first grade, Alan had wondered if they were really just one person in three parts -- that was how close their agreements were.
"Brian left last week," Greg said, and drummed his heels on the grease-streaked cabinet doors. "Didn't say a word to any of us, just left. He comes and goes like that all the time. Sometimes for weeks."
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