time. Important things await.'
'This is important too,' Obie said. Obit had a thin sharp face with a permanent worried look. That's why he was such an obvious stooge, an errand boy. The kind of kid you couldn't help kicking when he was down. And you also knew this — that he would get up again and vow revenge and never have the nerve or the know-how to take that revenge. 'Remember that kid Renault? The chocolate assignment?'
'What about him?'
'He's still not selling the chocolates.'
'So?'
'So — remember? His orders were not to sell them for ten school days. Okay. So the ten days came and went and he's still saying no.'
'So what?'
This is what infuriated Obie — the way Archie tried so hard not to be impressed, to always play it cool. You could tell him that The Bomb was going to be dropped and he'd probably say 'So what?' It got under Obie's skin, mostly because he suspected that it was an act, that Archie wasn't as cool as he pretended to be. And Obie was awaiting his chance to find out.
'Well, there's all kinds of rumors around the school. First of all, a lot of kids think that The Vigils are in on the deal, that Renault still isn't selling them because he's still carrying out the assignment. Then there are some kids who know the assignment is over and think that Renault is leading some kind of revolt against the sale. They say Brother Leon is climbing the wall every day…'
'Beautiful,' Archie said, showing reaction to Obie's news at last.
'Every morning Leon calls the roll and every day this kid, a freshman, sits there, and won't sell the goddam chocolates.'
'Beautiful.'
'You said that.'
'Continue,' Archie said, ignoring Obie's sarcasm.
'Well, I understand that the sale is going lousy. Nobody wants to sell the chocolates in the first place and it's turned into a kind of farce in some classes.'
Obie sat down on the bleacher seat beside Archie, pausing to let the report sink in.
Archie sniffed the air and said, 'This gymnasium stinks.' Pretending indifference to Obie's report but his thoughts racing, pondering the possibilities.
Obie poured it on. 'The eager beavers, the brown nosers are out selling chocolates like madmen. So are Leon's pets, his special boys. So are the kids who still believe in school spirit.' He sighed. 'Anyway, there's a lot going on.'
Archie was busy contemplating the far side of the gym, as if something interesting was going on over there. Obie followed his gaze — nothing. 'Well, what do you think, Archie?' he asked.
'What do you mean — what do I think?'
'The situation. Renault. Brother Leon. The chocolates. The kids out there taking sides.'
'We'll see, we'll see,' Archie said. 'I don't know whether The Vigils should get involved or not.' He yawned.
That phony yawn irritated Obie. 'Hey, look, Archie. The Vigils are involved whether you know it or not.'
'What are you talking about?'
'Look, you told the kid to refuse the chocolates in the first place. That's what started all this stuff. But the kid went beyond that. He was supposed to start selling after the assignment was over. So, now he's defying The Vigils. And a lot of guys know that. We are involved, Archie, whether we want to be or not.'
Obie could see that he had scored. He saw something flash in Archie's eyes, like looking at a blank window and observing a ghost peeking out.
'Nobody defies The Vigils, Obie…'
'That's what Renault's doing.'
'…and gets away with it.'
Archie had that dreamy look again and his lower lip drooped. 'Here's what to do. Arrange to have Renault appear before The Vigils. Check up on the sale — get the totals, facts and figures.'
'Right,' Obie said, writing in his notebook. As much as he hated Archie, he loved to see him when he was swinging into action. Obie decided to add more fuel to the flames. 'Another thing, Archie. Didn't The Vigils promise Leon way back they'd back him in the chocolate sale?'
Obie had scored again. Archie turned to him, surprise scrawled on his face. But he recovered quickly. 'Let me worry about Leon. You just run your errands, Obie.'
God, how Obie hated the son of a bitch. He snapped his notebook shut and left Archie sitting there in the polluted atmosphere of the gymnasium.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Brian Cochran couldn't believe his eyes. He went through the totals again, double- checking, making sure he hadn't screwed up. Frowning, biting the pencil, he pondered the results of his arithmetic — sales were dropping at an alarming rate. For a week now, they'd been going steadily downward. But yesterday, the sharpest drop of all.
What would Brother Leon say? That was Brian's main concern. Brian hated the job of treasurer because it was such a drag but mostly because it brought him into personal contact with Brother Leon. Leon gave Brian the chills. The teacher was unpredictable, moody. He was never satisfied. Complaints, complaints — your sevens look like nines, Cochran. Or, you spelled Sulkey's name wrong — it's Sulkey with an
Brian had been lucky recently. Brother Leon had stopped checking the totals on a daily basis, almost as if he anticipated the bad news the figures contained and wanted to avoid finding out about it definitely. Today was zero hour, however. He had told Brian to prepare the totals. Now Brian waited for the teacher to show up. He'd go ape when he saw the figures. Brian shivered, actually shivered! He'd read how in historic times they killed the bearer of bad news. He had the feeling that Brother Leon was that kind of character, that he would need a scapegoat and Brian would be closest at hand. Brian sighed, tired of it all, wishing he were outside on this beautiful October day, gunning around in the old Chevy his father had bought him when school started. He loved the car. 'Me and my Chevy,' Brian hummed to the tune of a song he'd heard on the radio.
'Well, Brian.'
Brother Leon had a way of sneaking up on you. Brian leaped and almost came to attention. That's the kind of lousy effect the teacher had on him.
'Yes, Brother Leon.'
'Sit, sit,' Leon said, and took his place behind the desk. Leon was sweating, as usual. He had removed his black jacket and his shirt was stained with wetness at the armpits. A faint smell of perspiration reached Brian.
'The totals are bad,' Brian said, plunging, wanting to get it over with, wanting to get out of the school, this office, Leon's suffocating presence. And feeling simultaneously a twist of triumph — Leon was such a rat, let him have some bad news for a change.
'Bad?'
'The sales are down. Below last year's. And last year, the quota was half of what has to be sold this year.'
'I know, I know,' Leon said sharply, swiveling away in his desk chair as if Brian weren't important enough to be addressed directly. 'Are you sure of your figures? You're not exactly a whiz at adding and subtracting, Cochran.'
Brian flushed with anger. He was tempted to throw the master sheet at the Brother but held back. Nobody defied Brother Leon. Not Brian Cochran, anyway, who only wanted to get out of here.
'I double-checked everything,' Brian said, keeping his voice even.
Silence.
