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2 Fall from Innocence: The Body STEPHEN KING Level 5 Retold by Robin Waterfield Series Editors: Andy Hopkins and Jocelyn Potter

3 Pearson Education Limited Edinburgh Gate, Harlow, Essex CM20 2JE, England and Associated Companies throughout the world. ISBN Fall from Innocence: The Body from DIFFERENT SEASONS by Stephen King Copyright Stephen King Published by arrangement with Viking Penguin, a division of Penguin Books USA, Inc. This adaptation first published by Penguin Books Published by Addison Wesley Longman Limited and Penguin Books Ltd New edition first published Text copyright Robin Waterfield Illustrations copyright Ian Andrew All rights reserved The moral right of the adapter and of the illustrator has been asserted Typeset by RefineCatch Limited, Bungay, Suffolk Set in 11/14pt Monotype Bembo Printed in Spain by Mateu Cromo, S.A. Pinto (Madrid) All rights reserved; no part of this publication may he reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the Publishers. Published by Pearson Education Limited in association with Penguin Books Ltd., both companies being subsidiaries of Pearson Plc For a complete list of titles available in the Penguin Readers series please write to your local Pearson Education office or contact: Penguin Readers Marketing Department, Pearson Education, Edinburgh Gate, Harlow, Essex, CM20 2JE.

4 Contents Introduction Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Activities The Hardest Things to Say The Tree House Gang The Forests of Maine A Jar of Pennies Making Plans Brother Denny The Gun The Railway The Dump Milo and Chopper Night-Sweats The Bridge The Loser's Life Darkness in the Forest A Dream of Deep Water The Deer Leeches Short Shadows, Dusty Shoes A Serious Matter The Body Ace Merrill Hailstones A Twenty-Year-Old Dream Love Has Teeth Empty Kitchen Some People Drown Tears for a Friend page iv

5 Introduction 'So what's this all about, Vern?' Teddy asked. He and Chris were still playing cards; I was reaching for a detective magazine. Vern Tessio said: 'You guys want to go and see a dead body?' Everybody stopped. Gordie Lachance and his three friends are always ready for an adventure. So when a boy dies out in the forest, it's a chance to see something they have never seen in their lives: a dead body. But for the four boys, their journey will teach them as much about life as about death. As they face the dangers on their way, they begin to learn what it is to grow up and nothing will ever be the same for them again. With the enormous success of books such as The Shining, Salem's Lot and Misery, Stephen King is one of the world's highest-earning writers. There are over million copies of his novels in print and he makes two million dollars a month from his books and the films made of his books. He grew up in a poor family in Portland, Maine in the USA, but he went to university and became a teacher. However, he gave up teaching and became a full-time writer in after his first novel, Carrie. The Body is different from most of King's work. It is not a horror story, although there are a few unpleasant moments. It is based on his own childhood in Maine, and shows a softer side of his' imagination. It was filmed in as Stand by Me, with River Phoenix as Chris Chambers. You can also read Stephen King's The Breathing Method and Misery in Penguin Readers. IV

6 Chapter 1 The Hardest Things to Say The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words make them smaller. When they were in your head they were limitless; but when they come out they seem to be no bigger than normal things. But that's not all. The most important things he too close to wherever your secret heart is buried; they are clues that could guide your enemies to a prize they would love to steal. It's hard and painful for you to talk about these things and then people just look at you strangely. They haven't understood what you've said at all, or why you almost cried while you were saying it. I was twelve, nearly thirteen, when I first saw a dead person. It happened in , a long time ago although sometimes it doesn't seem very long to me. Especially on the nights when I wake up from dreams in which the hail falls into his open eyes. Chapter 2 The Tree House Gang We had a tree house in a big tree which hung over some empty ground in Castle Rock. It was a kind of club, although it had no name. There were five or six regulars and some other pussies who came and went. We'd let them come up when we were playing cards for money and we needed some fresh blood. The sides of the tree house were made out of wood, and the roof was metal we had taken from the dump, looking over our shoulders all the time because the manager of the dump had a dog which ate children for breakfast, or so people said. We found a screen door out there on the same day. It stopped the flies getting in, but it was really 1

7 rusty. It didn't matter what time of day you looked out through that screen door: it always looked like sunset. Besides playing cards, the club was a good place to go and smoke cigarettes and look at girlie books. We built a secret space under the floor to hide magazines and cigarette packets when somebody's father decided to do the Me And My Son Are Best Friends routine and visit us. That summer had been the driest and hottest since , the newspapers said, and on that Friday in September, a few days before school started again, the grass was dry and brown. Teddy and Chris and I were up in the club in the morning, complaining about school being so near and playing cards and telling the same jokes we'd told each other a hundred times before. Teddy was laughing his peculiar laugh at the jokes Eeee-eee-eee, like a fingernail scratching on a board. He was strange; we all knew it. Close to being thirteen like the rest of us, the thick glasses and his deafness made him seem like an old man sometimes. In spite of the glasses Teddy couldn't see very well, and he often misunderstood the things people said to him. His eyesight was just naturally bad, but there was nothing natural about what had happened to his ears. Back in those days, when it was the fashion to get your hair cut really short, Teddy had Castle Rock's first Beatle haircut four years before anyone in America had even heard of the Beatles. He kept his ears covered because they looked like two lumps of warm wax. One day when Teddy was eight, his father had got angry with him for breaking a plate. His mother was out at work. Teddy's dad took him over to the big oven at the back of the kitchen and pushed the side of Teddy's head down against one of the burner plates. He held it down for about ten seconds. Then he pulled Teddy up by the hair and did the other side. Then he called the hospital and told them to come and fetch his boy. Then he sat down in front of the TV with his gun across his knees. When Mrs Burroughs from next 2

8 The club was a good place to go and smoke cigarettes.

9 door came to ask if Teddy was OK - she had heard the screaming- Teddy's dad pointed the gun at her. Mrs Burroughs left the Duchamp house at roughly the speed of light and called the police. When the ambulance came for Teddy, his dad explained to the ambulancemen that although the captain said the area was clear, he knew there were still German soldiers around. Before long, Teddy's dad was in Togus, which was a special hospital where they sent soldiers who were mad from the war. He had been on the beaches in Normandy and had just got worse and worse ever since. In spite of what his dad had done to him, Teddy was proud of him and visited him in Togus every week. Teddy was the stupidest boy in our gang, I suppose, and he was crazy. He used to take the craziest chances, like running out in front of lorries on the road and jumping out of the way at the very last moment. This made him laugh, but it frightened us because his eyesight was so bad. You had to be careful what you dared him because he liked to do anything for a dare. In the middle of a game of cards we heard someone coming fast up the ladder which was fixed to the side of the tree. It was Vern Tessio, one of the other regulars. He was sweating hard. 'Wait till you hear this, guys,' he said. 'Hear what?' I asked. 'I've got to get my breath. I ran all the way from my house.' 'All the way?' Chris asked unbelievingly. 'Man, you're crazy.' Vern's house was two miles away. 'It's too hot for that.' 'This is worth it,' Vern said. 'You won't believe this.' 'What?' 'Can you all camp out tonight?' Vern was looking at us in excitement. His eyes were dark and hard in his sweaty face. 'I mean, if you tell your families we're going to camp in my back field?' 'Yeah, I think so,' Chris said, picking up his cards and looking at them. 'But my dad's in an awful mood. Drinking you know.' 4

10 'You've got to, man,' Vern said. 'Sincerely. You won't believe this. Can you, Gordie?' 'Probably.' I usually could do things like that; in fact, I had hardly been at home all summer. In April my older brother, Dennis, had died in a Jeep* accident. He had just started training in the army. An army lorry hit the jeep he was in and he died immediately. He was a few days short of being twenty. My parents 'So what's this all about, Vern?' Teddy asked. He and Chris were still playing cards; I was reaching for a detective magazine. Vern Tessio said: 'You guys want to go and see a dead body?' Everybody stopped. Chapter 3 The Forests of Maine We'd all heard about it on the radio, of course. We had our old radio on all the time, listening to pop music Elvis Presley, Roy Orbison and the rest. When the news came on we usually stopped listening, but the Ray Brower story was different: he was our age and from Chamberlain, a town about forty miles away from Castle Rock. Three days before Vern burst into the clubhouse, Ray Brower had gone out with one of his mother's buckets to pick wild fruit. When night fell and he still hadn't returned, his mother called the police and the search started. But three days later no one had found him. We knew, from listening to the story on the radio, that they were never going to find him alive. Sooner or later they would just stop searching. They were already sending divers down into the pools and lakes. Nothing like that could happen in south-west Maine today. * Jeep: an army vehicle which is especially good at travelling off the roads. 5

11 Suburbs have spread over most of the land. The forest is still there in places, but if you walk steadily in a single direction you'll find a road sooner or later. But in those days it was possible to walk into the forest and lose your direction there and die. Chapter 4 A Jar of Pennies Vern Tessio had been under the front of his house digging. Before I go any further I'd better tell you why he was digging there. And even before I tell you that, I'd better tell you that Vern and Teddy were about equal in intelligence - in not having very much intelligence, that is. Vern's brother Billy was even more stupid, as you'll see. Four years ago, when he was eight, Vern buried a jar of pennies under the front of the house, in the dark space he called his cave. He was playing a game about robbers, and they were hiding the pennies from the police. He drew a map which showed where the jar was, put it in his room and forgot about it for nearly a month. Then, one day when he wanted to go and see a film and he didn't have enough money, he remembered about the pennies and went to find the map. But his mother had tidied his room and taken away the map, along with old magazines and other rubbish. She had used them to start a fire in the kitchen the next morning, so Vern's map went up the kitchen chimney. Ever since then Vern had looked for the jar of pennies. They added up to only about three dollars, but as the years passed, and Vern became more and more desperate about these pennies of his, the jar held sometimes as much as ten dollars. He never found the place where he had buried them. Sometimes we tried to tell him what was obvious to us that 6

12 his big brother Billy had known about the jar and had dug it up himself. But Vern refused to believe this, although he hated Billy. He also refused to ask Billy about it. Probably he was afraid that Billy would laugh and say, 'Of course I took them, you stupid pussy, and there were twenty dollars in the jar and I spent it all.' Anyway, he was digging there early that Friday morning when he heard the screen door open and shut above him. He kept very quiet. He heard Billy's friend Charlie Hogan say, 'Jesus Christ, Billy, what are we going to do?' Now, Charlie was one of the hardest guys in town. He was in the same gang as Ace Merrill and Eyeball Chambers, so he had to be hard. So as soon as Vern heard him talk like that, he was very interested. Something big was happening. 'Nothing,' Billy said. 'That's what we're going to do. Nothing.' 'But didn't you see him?' Charlie said. 'It must be that boy in the news on the radio, the one called Brower or something. Christ, Billy, the train must have hit him.' 'Yeah, right,' Billy agreed. 'And you puked. It was lucky the girls didn't see him. They would tell everyone. Do you think they guessed something was wrong?' 'No,' said Charlie. 'Marie doesn't like to go down that Back Harlow Road, anyway. She thinks it's frightening out there. But it's a pity we stole that car, Billy. Now we can't tell the police, because they would ask us how we got to Harlow district without a car of our own. And I puked on my new shoes. The guy was just lying there did you see him, man?' They finished their cigarettes and went off to find Ace. 'Are we going to tell Ace, Billy?' Charlie asked as they walked away. 'Man, we aren't ever going to tell anyone,'' said Billy. As soon as Vern was sure that they were really gone, he ran all the way to our tree house with the news. 7

13 Chapter 5 Making Plans 'You're really lucky,' I said. 'They'd kill you if they knew you had listened' Teddy said, 'I know the Back Harlow Road. It ends at the river. I used to go fishing there.' 'Could he have walked all the way from Chamberlain to Harlow?' I asked. 'That's twenty or thirty miles.' 'I think so,' Chris said, 'if he was following the railway tracks. It's easy to walk on them, and he probably thought they would lead him out of the forest. And then in the dark along comes a train and bang.' 'Anyway, do you want to go and see. it?' Vern asked. He was so excited that he could hardly keep still. 'Yes,' said Chris, throwing his cards on to the table. 'And you know what? I bet we get our pictures in the paper. We'll be famous.' 'What?' said Vern. Teddy grinned. 'Yeah,' Chris explained. 'We can find the body and report it.' 'I don't know,' said Vern. 'Billy would guess that I heard him and Charlie talking, and he'll beat me.' 'No, he won't,' I said. 'He won't have to worry any more about the stolen car and everything.' 'But what about our parents?' Teddy said. 'If we find the body, they'll know we weren't camping in Vern's back field.' 'We'll just tell them we got bored in the field,' I said, 'and decided to camp in the forest instead. And then everyone will be too excited about us finding the body to beat us.' 'OK,' Teddy said. 'Let's all meet here after lunch. What can we tell them about supper?' Chris said, 'You and me and Gordie can say we're eating at Vern's.' 'And I'll tell my mother I'm eating over at Chris's,' Vern said. 8

14 That would work unless there was some emergency or unless any of the parents contacted each other. None of us came from rich families, and neither Vern's nor Chris's house had a telephone. A lot of people didn't in those days. My dad had retired from work, Vern's dad worked at a factory in town. Teddy's mum hired out a room in her house when she could find someone to take it. Chris's dad was nearly always drunk and didn't have a job. Chris didn't talk about his dad much, but we all knew he hated him like poison. His dad beat him often. Once, the year before, some milk-money had disappeared from school. Chris was accused of taking it. He swore he didn't steal it, but because he was one of those no-good Chambers he wasn't allowed back in school for two weeks. His father put him in the hospital that time, with a broken nose and wrist. It's true that he came from a bad family: his eldest brother Dave was in prison, and Richard (called Eyeball because he had a bad eye) went round with Ace Merrill and the other local hard men. 'I think that'll work,' I said. 'What about John and Marty?' John and Marty DeSpain were two other regular members of our gang. 'They're still away,' Chris said. 'They won't be back till Monday.' We were too excited now to play cards. We all left the clubhouse and went home to get ready. Chapter 6 Brother Denny When I got home, my mum was out. My dad was in the garden, hopelessly watering the dry plants. 'Hi, Dad,' I said brightly. 'Will it be all right if I camp out in Vern Tessio's back field tonight with some of the guys?' 9

15 'What guys?' 'Vern, Teddy Duchamp, Chris.' ' Sometimes he took the opportunity to complain about the friends I chose, but today he didn't care. 'I suppose it's OK,' he said. There was no argument in him that morning; he just looked sad and tired. He was sixty-three, old enough to be my grandfather. My mother was fifty-five. When she and Dad got married they tried to start a family straight away, but with no luck. A few years later a doctor told them they would never have a baby. But five years after that, Dennis was born. The doctor said it was amazing, and that my parents should thank God and be happy with Denny because he would be the only child. Seven years later, I was born. For my parents, one gift from God was enough. I won't say they were cruel to me or anything like that, but I certainly came as a surprise, and I guess when you're in your forties you don't enjoy surprises as much as you used to. They just acted as if I didn't exist most of the time. I was the invisible man, like in the book. At the supper table it was 'Denny, how did you do today at school?' and 'Denny, who are you taking to the dance?' and 'Denny, we'd better talk man to man about that car we saw'. If I said, 'Pass the butter,' Dad would say, 'Denny, are you sure the army is what you want?' If I repeated my request for the butter, Mum would say, 'Denny, do you want me to buy you one of those Pendleton shirts tomorrow?' One night when I was nine, I said, 'Jesus, these potatoes taste like garbage.' I wanted to see what would happen. And Mum said, 'Denny, Auntie Grace called today and asked about you and Gordon.' I didn't hate Denny or think he was the greatest person in the world either. We rarely did things together. He was seven years older than me, and lived in a different world. So how could I have 10

16 strong feelings about him? It was great when he took me to the park to watch him play ball with his friends, or when he read a story-book to me, but there weren't many times like that. Most of the time I was alone. I guess that's why I started reading a lot, and why I'm a writer now. Like all writers I sometimes try to put the places and people I knew when I was young into my stories. After his death, my parents just went to pieces. Now it was five months, and I didn't know if they would ever be whole again. They left Denny's room exactly the same; they didn't touch a thing. That room frightened me. I expected dead Denny to be there, waiting for me in the clothes cupboard, with his brains spilling out of his head from the accident. I imagined his arms coming up, and him whispering: Why wasn't it you, Gordie? Why wasn't it you who died? Chapter 7 The Gun My room was on the second floor, and it was really hot up there. I was glad I wasn't sleeping there that night, and the thought of where we were going made me excited again. I rolled up two blankets and tied an old belt around them. I collected all my money, which was less than a dollar. Then I was ready to go. I went down the back stairs to avoid meeting my dad. I was walking up Carbine Street towards the clubhouse when Chris caught up with me. His eyes were shining. 'Gordie! You want to see something?' 'Sure. What?' 'Come down here first.' He pointed down an alley between two shops. 'What is it, Chris?' 11

17 'Come on, I said!' He ran down the alley and I ran after him. At the bottom, the smell from the rubbish was terrible. 'Chris, sincerely, I'm going to puke, I'm -' But I forgot about the smell when Chris put his hand into his backpack and pulled out an enormous handgun. 'Do you want to be the Lone Ranger or the Cisco Kid?' Chris asked with a grin, naming our two favourite TV heroes. 'Jesus, Chris, where did you get that?' 'From my dad's desk.' 'Man, your dad's going to beat you when he finds out.' Chris's eyes just went on dancing. 'He isn't going to find out. He and his friends have got enough wine to keep them drunk for a week. I'll put it back before then.' Chris hated alcohol - he'd already seen too much of what it can do. He was the only one in our gang who didn't have a drink when the DeSpain twins brought some beer they'd stolen from their father. 'Have you got bullets for it?' 'Nine of them all that was left in the box. He'll think he used them himself, shooting at bottles when he was drunk.' 'Any in it at the moment?' 'No, of course not. What do you think I am?' I finally took the gun. I liked the heavy way it sat in my hand. I could see myself as someone out of an Ed McBain story or a John D. MacDonald novel. I pointed the gun at a large tin with smelly rubbish spilling out of it and squeezed. KA - BLAM! The gun jumped in my hand. Fire shot from the end. It felt as if my wrist was broken. My heart was in my mouth. A big hole appeared in the surface of the tin it was the work of an evil magician. Jesus!' I screamed. 12

18 I finally took the gun. I liked the heavy way it sat in my hand.

19 Chris was laughing wildly; I couldn't tell if he was amused or frightened. 'You did it, you did it! Gordie Lachance is shooting Castle Rock to pieces. Be careful, everyone! Here comes Gordie!' 'Shut up! Let's go!' I screamed, and grabbed him by the shirt. I gave the gun to Chris and he pushed it into his backpack as we ran up the alley. When we reached Carbine Street we slowed to a walk, so that no one would notice us if they had heard the noise of the gun. Chris was still laughing. 'Man, it's a pity you couldn't see your face. Oh, man, that was really great.' 'You knew there was a bullet in it, didn't you? That was a rotten trick, Chris, really.' 'I didn't know, Gordie, honestly. I just took it out of my dad's desk. He always takes the bullets out of it. I suppose he was too drunk to remember last time.' Chris looked as innocent as a baby, but when we got to the clubhouse we found Vern and Teddy waiting, and he started to laugh again. He told them the whole story, and after everyone had had a good laugh Teddy asked Chris what he thought they needed a gun for. 'Nothing, really,' Chris said. 'Except we might see a wild animal. Besides, it's frightening out in the forest at night.' Everyone nodded at that. Chris was the strongest and bravest guy in our gang, and he could say things like that. If Teddy had said it, we'd all have laughed at him. 'Did you put your tent up in the field?' Teddy asked Vern. 'Yeah, and I put two lamps in it and turned them on, so it'll look as if we're there after dark.' 'Hey, man, great!' I said, and slapped Vern on the back. For him, that was real thinking. He grinned. 'So let's go,' Teddy said. 'It's nearly twelve already.' Chris stood up and we gathered round him. 14

20 'We'll walk across Beeman's field,' he said, 'and then we'll meet the railway tracks by the dump and just walk across the bridge into Harlow.' 'How far is it, do you think?' Teddy asked. 'I don't know,' said Chris. 'Harlow's big. We're going to have to walk at least twenty miles. Does that sound right to you, Gordie?' 'Yeah. Maybe more thirty miles.' 'Even if it's thirty we should be there by tomorrow afternoon, if no one turns into a pussy,' said Chris. 'No pussies here,' Teddy said straight away. 'Miaoww,' Vern said, and we all laughed. 'Come on, you guys,' Chris said, and picked up his backpack, blankets and water bottle. Chapter 8 The Railway By the time we got across Beeman's field and had reached the tracks, we had all taken our shirts off and tied them around our waists. We were sweating like pigs. We climbed the bank up to the railway, and there we stood and looked down the tracks. I'll never forget that moment, however old I get. The hands on my watch stood at twelve o'clock and the sun shone down with cruel heat. Behind us was Castle Rock, where we had all grown up, with its houses and its factories sending smoke into the sky and waste into the river. In front of us were the railway tracks, and the sun seemed to send us messages off the metal. The Castle River was to our left, and to our right some empty land, covered in small bushes. We stood there for that one midday moment, and then Chris said, 'Come on, let's go.' We walked beside the tracks and our feet sent up clouds of black 15

21 dust at every step. Vern started singing, but soon stopped, which was better for our ears. Only Teddy and Chris had brought water bottles and we were all drinking from them a lot. 'We can fill the bottles again at the dump,' I said. 'There's a tap there with good water, my dad told me.' 'OK,' Chris said. 'That will be a good place to rest, anyway.' 'What about food?' Teddy asked suddenly. 'I bet nobody remembered to bring something to eat. I know I didn't.' Chris stopped. 'God! I didn't either. Gordie?' I shook my head, feeling really stupid. 'Vern?' 'Nothing,' Vern said. 'Sorry.' 'Let's see how much money we've got,' I said. I untied my shirt and laid it on the ground. We all put our money into it. We had about two and a half dollars. 'Not bad,' I said. 'There's a shop at the end of that little road that goes to the dump. One of us can get some hamburger meat and some Cokes there.' 'Who?' Vern asked. 'We'll, spin coins for it when we get to the dump. Come on.' I put all the money into my pocket and was just tying my shirt around my waist again when Chris shouted, 'Train!' I put my hand on to one of the tracks to feel it, although I could already hear it. The track was shaking like a living thing. Vern and Chris jumped down the bank. The train was really loud now. Instead of jumping, Teddy turned towards the train. The sun flashed off his thick glasses. 'Come on, Teddy,' I said. 'No, I'm going to wait till it's close and then jump.' He looked at me in excitement. 'Lorries are nothing, man. This is a train.' 'You're crazy, man. Do you want to get killed?' 'Just like on the beaches at Normandy!' Teddy shouted, and walked out into the middle of the tracks. 16

22 For a moment I was too surprised to move, unable to believe such amazing stupidity. Then I grabbed him, pulled him to the top of the bank and pushed him over the edge. I jumped after him and he hit me in the stomach as I landed. I got a knee into his chest at the same time and he fell down. Then we were locked together, rolling over and over, hitting and scratching each other. 'You little worm!' Teddy was screaming. 'Don't you act big with me! I'll kill you!' 'Teddy!' I shouted back. 'No one must know we're here. Don't you understand, you stupid pussy?' Eventually Chris and Vern separated us. Chris held Teddy until he became calm and just stood there, his glasses bent and hanging off one ear. 'You're a pussy, Lachance,' Teddy said. 'He was just trying to do the right thing, man,' Chris said 'Come on, you guys,' Vern said. 'Let's go.' Chapter 9 The Dump We reached the dump around half past one and slid down the bank. The dump was surrounded by a high wire fence, and there were signs saying that the dump was open between four and eight in the afternoon no entry at any other time under any circumstances. We climbed over the fence and jumped down to the ground. We went straight to the tap. While Vern and Teddy argued about who would go next, I looked round. There was always so much stuff in the dump that my eyes hurt just looking at it. All of America was there all the stuff for which America had no further use. There were plenty of wild animals too, but not the kinds you see in Disney films or in children's zoos where they let you stroke 17

23 the animals. The town dogs came here too. They used to attack each other over a piece of rotten meat, but they never attacked Milo Pressman, the manager of the dump, because Milo always had Chopper with him. Chopper was the most feared and the least seen dog in Castle Rock. Rumours and stories had made him enormous, cruel and ugly. It was said that Milo had trained him to go for particular parts of the body. He could take an ear, an eye, a foot, a leg or any part of the body. Even Teddy was afraid of Chopper. There was no sign of Milo or Chopper today. Chris and I watched Vern and Teddy at the tap. 'Teddy's crazy,' I said softly. 'I know it,' Chris said. 'He won't live to be twice the age he is now.' 'You remember that time in the tree?' 'Of course.' The year before, Teddy and Chris had climbed a tall tree behind my house. Chris had stopped near the top because the rest of the branches looked dry and rotten. Teddy wanted to go on, and nothing Chris said made any difference. Teddy did it, though - he reached the top. But then the branch he was on broke and Teddy fell. Chris just managed to grab hold of Teddy's hair as he went past. Although his wrist hurt for a week afterwards, he held him until his feet found a branch to stand on. When they got down Chris was grey-faced and almost puking from fear. And Teddy was angry with him for pulling his hair! 'I dream about it sometimes,' Chris said. 'Except in the dream I miss him. I just grab a couple of hairs and Teddy goes screaming down through the branches to the ground. Strange, eh?' 'Right,' I said, and for a moment we looked in each other's eyes and saw some of the true things that made us friends. After we had all had enough to drink and had thrown water at 18

24 one another for a while, we sat in the shadow of the dump's onlytree. 'This is really a good time,' Vern said simply. He didn't mean just being here in the dump or going for a walk up the tracks. All that was only part of it. Everything was there and around us. We knew exactly who we were and exactly where we were going in life. It was great. We sat under the tree until the shadows grew longer, and then we realized someone had to go and get some food. 'The dump opens at four,' Vern said. 'I don't want to be here when Milo and Chopper arrive.' 'OK,' I said. 'Odd man goes?' 'That's you, Gordie,' Chris said. 'You're odd all right.' I grinned and gave them each a coin. 'Spin,' I said. Four coins shone brightly as they turned in the sun. Four hands grabbed them from the air. Four flat slaps on four dirty wrists. We uncovered. Two heads and two tails. We spun again and this time all four of us had tails. 'Oh, Jesus, that's bad luck,' Vern said, not telling us anything we didn't know. Four heads meant really good luck, four tails the opposite. 'Nobody believes that garbage,' Teddy said. 'It's baby stuff. Come on, spin.' This time the other three all had tails and I had heads. And I was suddenly frightened. They still had the bad luck. Then Teddy was laughing his crazy laugh and pointing at me, and the feeling disappeared. 'Go and get the food,' Teddy cried. 'Go on, Gordie,' said Chris. 'We'll wait by the tracks.' 'You guys had better not go on without me,' I said. And away I went. I never had any friends later like the ones I had when I was twelve. Did you? 19

25 Chapter 10 Milo and Chopper Words mean different things to different people. To me summer is always going to mean running down the road to the Florida Market with coins jumping in my pocket and the sun flying my brains. The word brings a picture to my mind of railway tracks running off into the distance. There were also favourite songs and films, games to play, grass to cut, sports to play and teams to support. And now I sit here trying to look through an IBM screen and see that time, and I can almost feel the thin, brown boy buried in this year-old body, and I can almost hear the sounds I heard then. But all of that summer is contained in the picture of Gordon Lachance running down the road to the Florida Market with the coins in his pocket and the sweat running down his back. After I had bought the food I walked fast back to the dump. I put the bag of food inside my shirt and climbed over the gate. I was halfway through the dump, towards the back where I had left the others, when I saw something I didn't like: Milo Pressman's car was parked beside his office building. If Milo saw me, I was going to be in a world of pain. Suddenly the other side of the dump seemed very far away. Why hadn't I gone round the outside of the fence? But I was too far into the dump now to want to turn round and go back. I kept putting one foot in front of the other, trying to look calm, trying to look as if I belonged here, with a paper bag down the front of my shirt, walking towards the fence between the dump and the railway tracks. I was about fifty feet from the fence and just beginning to think that everything was going to be all right when I heard Milo shout, 'Hey, you! Get away from that fence! Get out of here!' 20

26 I started running for the fence with a wild shout. Vern, Teddy and Chris appeared on the other side of the fence and stared through it. 'You come back here!' Milo screamed. 'Come back here or I'll send my dog after you!' That only made me run even faster for the fence. Teddy started to laugh his crazy laugh eee-eee-eee. 'Go, Gordie! Go!' Vern shouted. And Milo screamed: 'Get him, Chopper! Go and get him!' I threw the bag over the fence and Vern caught it. Behind me, I could hear Chopper coming, shaking the earth, breathing fire and ice from his nose. I threw myself halfway up the fence with one jump, screaming. I reached the top in about three seconds and simply leapt off, without looking down to see what I might land on. What I almost landed on was Teddy, who was bent over with laughter. His glasses had fallen off and tears were streaming from his eyes. I turned round and got my first look at the famous Chopper. Instead of some enormous creature from hell with red eyes and cruel teeth, I was looking at an ordinary, black and white, middlesized dog. He was jumping up at the fence and trying to reach us. Teddy was walking up and down outside the fence, making Chopper even more angry. 'Kiss my ass, Chopper!' Teddy invited, and turned round to hit the fence with his ass. Chopper went crazy and leapt at the fence to accept Teddy's invitation, but Teddy moved away and all Chopper got was a hurt nose. Chris and Vern were lying on the bank, laughing so hard they could scarcely move. And here came Milo Pressman. 'You boys stop being horrible to my dog! Stop it this second!' 'Bite it, Chopper! Bite it! Come and get me!' Teddy continued from the other side of the fence. Chopper went mad. He ran around in a big circle three times 21

27 perhaps giving himself courage and then threw himself with full force at the fence. He was doing maybe thirty miles an hour when he hit the fence. The fence seemed to stretch, and then Chopper fell back to the ground in a cloud of dust. He lay there for a moment before walking away with his tongue hanging out of one side of his mouth. Milo was now really angry. His face turned dark red. 'I know you!' he shouted. 'You're Teddy Duchamp! I know all of you! I'll beat your ass for being cruel to my dog!' 'I'd like to see you try!' Teddy shouted back. 'Let's see you climb over this fence and get me, fat-ass!' 'WHAT? WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?' 'FAT-ASS!' Teddy screamed happily. 'You and your stupid dog!' 'You little madman's son! I'll talk to your mother!' 'What did you call me?' It was Teddy's turn now. He had stopped jumping up and down and was looking at Milo strangely. Milo realized that he had found the right button and he pushed hard down on it. 'Your dad is crazy,' he said, grinning. 'Mad and up in Togus, that's what. Crazier than a rat in a pile of garbage. Crazy. It's not surprising you're behaving the way you are, with a madman for a father.' Teddy and Milo were nose to nose at the fence now. Vern and Chris had almost stopped laughing and begun to see the seriousness of the situation. 'Don't you say anything else about my dad. My dad was on the beaches at Normandy, you fat pussy.' 'Yes, but where is he now, you ugly little four-eyed lump of puke. Up in Togus, isn't he?' 'OK, that's enough,' said Teddy. 'Now I'm going to kill you.' He started to climb the fence. 'Come on and try, you dirty little rat.' Milo stepped back and stood there, waiting and grinning. 22

28 Teddy and Milo were nose to nose at the fence now.

29 'No!' I shouted. I got to my feet, grabbed Teddy by his jeans and pulled him off the fence. 'Let me go!' Teddy shouted. 'Let me get him!' 'No, that's just what he wants,' I shouted in his ear. 'He wants to get you over there and beat you and take you to the police.' 'What?' Teddy turned his head round to look at me. 'You think you're so clever,' Milo said, approaching the fence again with his hands curled. 'Why don't you let him fight his own battles?' 'Sure,' I said. 'A grown man against a boy!' 'I know you' Milo said. 'Your name's Lachance. And those guys are Chris Chambers and one of those stupid Tessio boys. I'm going to talk to your fathers.' He stood and waited for us to cry and say we were sorry or something. Chris made an O with his thumb and finger and pushed his tongue through it. Vern looked up at the sky. Teddy said, 'Come on, Gordie. Let's go before this guy makes me puke.' 'I'll get you, you dirty-mouthed little rat. Wait till I get you to the police.' 'We heard what you said about his father,' I told him. 'We're all witnesses. And you sent your dog after me. That's against the law.' Milo looked uncertain. Before he could see how weak my argument was, I said, 'Come on, you guys. Let's go. Something smells bad around here.' 'I can't wait to tell the police how you called a war hero a madman,' Chris called back over his shoulder as we left. 'What did you do in the war, Mr Pressman?' 'That's none of your business,' Milo shouted back. 'You hurt my dog! Come back here!' But his voice was lower now and he seemed to be losing interest. I looked back when we reached the top of the bank. Milo was 24

30 standing there behind the fence, a big man with a dog sitting beside him. His fingers were holding the fence and I suddenly felt sorry for him. He looked exactly like a schoolboy locked in the school playground by mistake, calling for someone to let him out. Chapter 11 Night-Sweats 'We showed old Milo that we're no pussies,' Vern said. 'Right,' agreed Teddy 'You bet we did.' Although I enjoyed the victory too, I was worried. Perhaps Milo would go to the police. Perhaps those four tails on the coins were a sign of bad luck. What were we doing anyway, going to look at the broken body of some poor guy that a train had hit? But we were doing it, and none of us wanted to stop. We had almost reached the bridge which carried the tracks across the river when Teddy suddenly burst into tears. He fell to the ground, shaking with the violence of the storm that had come on him. None of us knew what to do. This wasn't the kind of crying we were used to, when you fell off your bike or something. 'Hey, man' Vern said in a very thin voice. Chris and I looked at Vern hopefully. 'Hey, man' was always a good start. But Vern couldn't go on. At last, when the force of his crying had lessened a bit, it was Chris who went to him. Chris was the hardest guy in our gang, but he was also the guy who made the best peace. He was good at it. I've seen him sit down on the pavement next to a small boy he didn't even know, who had hurt his knee, and get him talking about something until the boy forgot his pain. 'Listen, Teddy, does it matter what a fat old bag of puke like him 25

31 said about your father? It doesn't change anything, does it? Does it?' Teddy shook his head. No, it didn't change anything. But this was something he had thought about on those long, lonely nights when he couldn't sleep, and hearing it spoken aloud in the daytime realizing in the clear light of day that everyone else in the world considers your father a madman that had shaken him. 'He still fought on the beaches at Normandy, didn't he?' Chris went on. He took one of Teddy's hands. Teddy nodded fiercely. 'Do you think that pile of garbage was at Normandy?' Teddy shook his head violently. 'No!' 'Do you think that guy knows your father?' 'No.' 'Talk is cheap.' Teddy nodded but still didn't look up. 'And whatever there is between you and your father, talk can't change that. He was just trying to get you to climb back over the fence, man. He doesn't know anything about your father. He's only heard stuff from people he drinks with, that's all'. Teddy had nearly stopped crying now. He wiped his eyes and sat up. 'I'm OK,' he said, and the sound of his own voice seemed to persuade him he was right. 'Yes, I'm OK.' He stood up and put his glasses back on. He laughed thinly and wiped his bare arm across his nose. 'I'm a cry-baby, right?' 'No, man,' Vern said uncomfortably. 'If anyone said those kinds of things about my father ' 'Then you have to kill them,' Teddy said. 'Right, Chris?' 'Right,' said Chris, and slapped Teddy on the back. 'Right, Gordie?' 'Yeah, right,' I said wondering how Teddy could care so much 26

32 for his dad, who had almost killed him, and how I didn't either love or hate my father, who had never even beaten me, as far as I could remember. We walked on down the tracks for another two hundred yards and then Teddy said in a quieter voice, 'If I spoiled your good time, I'm sorry.' 'I'm not sure I want it to be a good time,' Vern said suddenly. Chris looked at him. 'Are you saying you want to go back?' 'No.' Vern's face showed that he was trying to work out how to say what he was thinking. 'But we're going to see a dead guy. That shouldn't be like going to a party. I mean, I could even get a little frightened, if you know what I mean.' Nobody said anything and Vern went on. 'I mean, sometimes I'm in bed at night, and maybe I've been reading a frightening magazine or something, and I start wondering whether there's anything under my bed, you know? Something with a green face and blood on its hands, which might reach up and grab me' We all began to nod. We all knew about the night-sweats. I certainly didn't imagine then that in about a dozen years I'd turn a simple example of the night-sweats into about a million dollars. 'So you see, if this body we're going to see is really bad, maybe I'll start dreaming and imagining him under my bed. But I feel as if we still have to see him but maybe it shouldn't be a good time.' 'Right,' Chris said softly. 'Maybe it shouldn't.' 'You won't tell anyone else what I said, will you?' Vern said. 'The other guys wouldn't understand.' We all said we wouldn't. We walked on in thoughtful silence. It wasn't yet three o'clock, but it seemed much later. We hadn't even reached Harlow yet. We were going to have to move faster. Around half past three we arrived at the Castle River and the bridge which crossed it. 27

33 Chapter 12 The Bridge The bridge was made of wood and had spaces all the way across, through which you could look straight down into the river. There was a narrow walkway on either side of the tracks wide enough so that you wouldn't actually get hit by any train, but so narrow that the wind of a passing train would blow you off the bridge. And it was a long way down to the river, and the river was shallow and fast. In fact, this bridge wasn't for walking across. Looking at the bridge, we all felt fear start to move in our stomachs, but mixing with the fear was the excitement of a really big dare, something you could be proud to tell your friends about after you got home if you got home. Teddy's eyes were shining: this was better than lorries. 'Man,' Chris said softly. 'Come on,' Teddy said. 'Let's go.' He was already at the start of the bridge, where the wooden supports were built out over the land. 'Does anybody know when the next train's due?' Vern asked uneasily.' Nobody knew. I said, 'There's the Route bridge ' 'No, man!' Teddy cried. 'That means walking five miles down the river on this side and then five miles back on the other side. It'll take hours. We can cross the bridge and get to the same place in ten minutes.' 'But if a train comes, there's nowhere to go,' Vern said. He wasn't looking at Teddy; he was looking down at the river. 'Of course there is,' Teddy said. He climbed over the edge of the bridge and held on to one of the wooden supports between the tracks. He was still hanging over the land, but the thought of doing that in the middle of the bridge, with the river fifty 28

34 feet below and a train thundering by overhead, made me feel sick. 'See how easy it is?' Teddy said. He dropped to the ground, wiped his hands and climbed back up beside us. 'What if it's a car train?' Chris asked. 'Are you going to hang there for five or ten minutes?' 'Are you afraid?' Teddy asked. 'You can go the long way round if you want to, but I'm going across the bridge. I'll wait for you on the other side!' 'There are probably only one or two trains a day here,' I said, 'and one has passed us already. Look at all the grass growing in the middle of the tracks.' 'See?' Teddy was delighted at his victory. 'There's still a chance of a train,' I added. 'Yes,' Chris said. He was looking only at me, his eyes shining. 'I dare you, Lachance.' 'Darers go first.' 'All right,' Chris said. He looked at the others as well. 'Any pussies here?' 'NO!' Teddy shouted. Vern cleared his throat and said 'no' in a small voice. He smiled a weak, sickly smile. 'OK,' Chris said but we hesitated for a moment and looked up and down the tracks. I knelt down and touched the steel. Nothing. 'OK,' I said. We went out on to the bridge one by one: Chris first, then Teddy, then Vern, and me last because I was the one who said that darers go first. You had to walk looking down, to make sure you put your feet down on wood rather than thin air. When I saw river instead of rocks below me, I stopped to look up. Chris and Teddy were a long way in front, almost halfway across the bridge. Vern was 29

35 between them and me. I had to go on. If I turned back, I'd be a pussy for life. When I was nearly halfway across I stopped again and looked up. I had almost caught up with Vern, who was being very cautious. Chris and Teddy had nearly reached the other side. And although I've written seven books about people who can do strange things like read other people's minds and see into the future, that was when I had my first and last experience of it myself. I bent down and touched the track. It was shaking hard, although it hadn't made a sound. I have never been as frightened as I was at that moment, holding that live track. My whole body just stopped working. My legs felt like water. My mouth opened I didn't open it, it opened by itself. I couldn't move, but I could hear and see and sense everything inside me and for miles around me. I thought of Ray Brower, and I thought that Vern and I would soon be joining him. That thought unlocked my body. I jumped to my feet. At least, I suppose I jumped; to me it felt as if I was moving slowly up through five hundred feet of water. I screamed, 'TRAIN!' and began to run. Vern looked back over his shoulder. He saw my attempt at running and knew straight away that I wasn't joking. He began to run himself. Far in front I could see Chris stepping off the bridge and on to solid ground. He was safe. I was glad for him, but I was also jealous as hell. I watched him drop to his knees and touch a track. My left foot almost slipped, but I recovered and ran on. Now I was just behind Vern. We were more than halfway across, and for the first time I heard the train. It was coming from behind us, from the Castle Rock side of the river. 'Ooooooh,Jesus!' Vern screamed. 30

36 'Run, you pussy!' I shouted, and hit him on his back with my hand. 'I can't! I'll fall!' 'Run faster!' 'Gordie! I can't!' 'YOU CAN! RUN FASTER, PUKE-FACE!' I shouted at the top of my voice and was I enjoying this? The train was very loud now. I kept expecting the bridge to start shaking under my feet. When that happened the train would be right behind us. 'GO FASTER, VERN! FAAASTER!' 'Oh God Gordie oh Gordie God ooooooh, heeeell!' The noise of the train filled the air now. There was no other sound in the world. It tore the air and it was the sound of death. I could see Chris below us and to the right, and Teddy behind him. They were both mouthing a single word and the word was jump!, but the train had taken all the blood out of the word, leaving only its shape in their mouths. The bridge began to shake as the train charged across it. We jumped. Vern landed in the dust and the stones, and I landed beside him, almost on top of him. I never saw the train and I don't know if the engineer saw us. I clapped my hands over my ears and dug my face into the hot dirt as the train went by, metal screaming against metal, the air blowing over us. I had no wish to look at it. Before it had passed completely I felt a warm hand on my neck and I knew it was Chris's- When it was gone when I was sure it was gone I lifted my head. Vern was still lying face down in the dirt. Chris was sitting between us, one hand on Vern's sweaty neck, the other still on mine. When Vern finally sat up, shaking all over and wetting his lips. 31