Carrie (Page 17)
‘I don’t intend,’ Hargensen said, ‘to sit here and listen to a tissue of half-truths or your standard schoolmaster lecture, Mr Grayle, I know my daughter well enough to-‘
‘Here,’ Grayle reached into the wire IN basket beside the blotter and tossed a sheaf of pink cards across the desk, ‘I doubt very much if you know the daughter represented in these cards half so well as you think you do. If you did, you might realize that it was about time for a trip to the woodshed. It’s time you snubbed her close before she does someone a major damage.’
‘You aren’t-‘
Chapter Six
‘Ewen, four years,’ Grayle overrode him. ‘Graduation slated June seventy-nine; next month. Tested I.Q. of a hundred and forty. Eighty-three average. Nonetheless, I see she’s been accepted at Oberlin. I’d guess someone – probably you, Mr Hargensen – has been yanking some pretty long strings. Seventy-four assigned detentions. Twenty of those have been for harassment of misfit pupils, I might add. Fifth wheels, I understand that Chris’s clique calls them Mortimer Snurds. They find it all quite hilarious. She skipped out on fifty-one of those assigned detentions. At Chamberlain Junior High, one suspension for putting a firecracker in a girl’s shoe … the note on the card says that little prank almost cost a little girl named Irma Swope two toes. The Swope girl has a harelip, I understand. I’m talking about your daughter, Mr Hargensen. Does that tell you anything?’
‘Yes,’ Hargensen said, rising. A thin flush had suffused his features, ‘It tells me I’ll see you in court. And when I’m done with you, you’ll be lucky to get a job selling encyclopedias door to door.’
Grayle also rose, angrily, and the two men faced each other across the desk
‘Let it be court, then,’ Grayle said.
He noted a faint flick of surprise on Hargensen’s face, crossed his fingers, and went in for what he hoped would be a knockout – or at least a TKO that would save Desjardin’s job and take this silk-ass son of a bitch down a notch.
‘You apparently haven’t realized all the implications of in loco parentis in this matter, Mr Hargensen. The same umbrella that covers your daughter also covers Carrie White. And the minute you file for damages on the grounds of physical and verbal abuse, we will cross-file against your daughter on those same grounds for Carrie White.’
Hargensen’s mouth dropped open, then closed, ‘You can’t get away with a cheap gimmick like that, you-‘
‘Shyster lawyer? Is that the phrase you were looking for?’ Grayle smiled grimly. ‘I believe you know your way out, Mr Hargensen. The sanctions against your daughter stand. If you care to take the matter further, that is your right.’
Hargensen crossed the room stiffly, paused as if to add something, then left, barely restraining himself from the satisfaction of a hard doorslam.
Grayle blew out breath. It wasn’t hard to see where Chris Hargensen came by her self-willed stubbornness.
A. P. Morton entered a minute later. ‘How did it go?’
‘Time’ll tell, Morty,’ Grayle said. Grimacing, he looked at the twisted pile of paper clips. ‘He was good for seven clips, anyway. That’s some kind of record.’
‘Is he going to make it a civil matter?’
‘Don’t know. It rocked him when I said we’d counter sue.’
‘I bet it did.’ Morton glanced at the phone on Grayle’s desk. ‘It’s time we let the superintendent in on this bag of garbage, isn’t it?’
‘Yes,’ Grayle said, picking up the phone. ‘Thank God my unemployment insurance is paid up.’
‘Me too,’ Morton said loyally.
From The Shadow Exploded (appendix Ill):
Carrie White passed in the following short verse as a poetry assignment in the seventh grade. Mr Edwin King, who had Carrie for grade seven English, says: ‘I don’t know why I saved it. She certainly doesn’t stick out in my mind as a superior pupil, and this isn’t a superior verse. She was very quiet and I can’t remember her ever raising her hand even once in class. But something in this seemed to cry out.’
Jesus watches from the wall. But his face is cold as stone. And if he loves me – As she tells me Why do I feel so all alone?
The border of the paper on which this little verse is written is decorated with a great many cruciform figures which almost seem to dance …
Tommy was at baseball practice Monday afternoon, and Sue went down to the Kelly Fruit Company in The Centre to wait for him.
Kelly’s was the closest thing to a high school hangout the loosely sprawled community of Chamberlain could boast since Sheriff Doyle had closed the rec centre following a large drug bust. It was run by a morose fat man named Hubert Kelly who dyed his hair black and complained constantly that his electronic pacemaker was on the verge of electrocuting him.
The place was a combination grocery, soda fountain and gas station-there Was a rusted Jenny pump out front that Hubie had never bothered to change when the company merged. He also sold beer, cheap wine, dirty books, and a wide selection of obscure cigarettes such as Mirads, King Sano, and Marvel Straights.
The soda fountain was a slab of real marble, and there were four or five booths for kids unlucky enough or friendless enough to have no place to go and get drunk or stoned. An ancient pinball machine that always tilted on the third ball stuttered lights on and off in the back beside the rack of dirty books.
When Sue walked in she saw Chris Hargensen immediately. She was sitting in one of the back booths. Her current amour, Billy Nolan, was looking through the latest issue of Popular Mechanix at the magazine rack. Sue didn’t know what a rich, Popular girl like Chris saw in Nolan, who was like some strange time traveller from the 1950s with his greased hair, zipper-bejewelled leather jacket, and manifold-bubbling Chevrolet road machine.
‘Sue!’ Chris hailed, ‘come on over!’
Sue nodded and raised a hand, although dislike rose in her throat like a paper snake. Looking at Chris was like looking through a slanted doorway to a place where Carrie White crouched with hands over her head. Predictably she found her own hypocrisy (inherent in the wave and the nod) incomprehensible and sickening. Why couldn’t she just cut her dead?