It"s the bottom eye, grotesquely, that rolls up at Gately. "Don."
"Doon."
"Don Doon the witch is dead."
"Doon, I need to let Green move your car."
"Vehicle"s black, Don."
"Brucie Green needs your keys so"s we can switch your car over, brother, it"s midnight." needs your keys so"s we can switch your car over, brother, it"s midnight."
"My Black Bug. My baby. The Roachmobile. The Doonulater"s wheels. His mobility. His exposed baby. His slice of the American Pie. Simonize my baby when I"m gone, Don Doon."
"Keys, Doony."
"Take them. Take it. Want you to have it. One true friend. Brought me Ritz crackers and a Fizz. Treat it like a roachlady. Shiny, black, hard, mobile. Needs Premium and a weekly wax."
"Doon. You got to show me where"s the keys, brother."
"And the bowel. Gotta weekly shine the pipes in the bowel. Exposed to view. With a soft cloth. The mobile roach. The bowelmobile."
The heat coming off Glynn is face-tightening.
"You feel like you got a fever, Doon?" At one point elements of Staff thought Glynn might be playing sick to get out of looking for a job after losing his menial job at Brighton Fence & Wire. All Gately knows about diverticulitis is that Pat said it"s intestinal and alcoholics can get it in recovery from impurities in bottom-shelf blends that the body"s trying to expel. Glynn"s had physical complaints all through his residency, but nothing like this here. His face is gray and waxy with pain and there"s a yellowish crust on his lips. Glynn"s got a real severe adtorsion, and the bottom eye is rolled up at Gately with a terrible delirious glitter, the top eye rolling around like a cow"s eye. Gately still cannot bring himself to feel another man"s forehead. He settles for punching Glynn very lightly on the shoulder.
"You think we need to take you over to St. E."s to get your intestine looked at, Doon, do you think?"
"Hoits, Don."
"You think you -?"
Because he"s worrying about what if a resident comas or dies on his shift, and then feeling shame that this is his worry, the squeal of brakes and raised voices" noises down out front hasn"t registered on Gately right away, but Hester Thrale"s unmistakable high-B# scream does - i.e. register - and now serious feet running up the stairs: Green"s face in the doorway, red in round patches high on his cheeks: "Come out."
"The f.u.c.k"s the problem out -"
Green: "Come now now Gately." Gately."
Glynn sotto: "Mother."
Gately doesn"t get to even ask Green what the f.u.c.k again on the stairs because Green is down ahead out the door so fast; the d.a.m.n front door"s been open all this time. A watercolor of a retrieverish dog cants and then falls from the wall on the staircase from the vibrations of Gately taking two stairs down at a time. He doesn"t take time to grab his coat off Pat"s couch. All he"s got on is a donated orange bowling shirt with the name Moose Moose cursive-st.i.tched on the breast and SHUCO-MIST M.P.S. in ghastly aqua blocks across the back, cursive-st.i.tched on the breast and SHUCO-MIST M.P.S. in ghastly aqua blocks across the back, 253 253 and he feels every follicle on his body hump up again as the cold encases him on the front porch and the wheelchair-ramp down to the little walkway. The night is cold and glycerine-clear and quite still. Very distant sounds of car horns and raised voices down on Comm. Green"s receding at a run off up the little streetlet into a glare of highbeams that diffracts in the clouds of Gately"s breath, so even as Gately walks briskly and he feels every follicle on his body hump up again as the cold encases him on the front porch and the wheelchair-ramp down to the little walkway. The night is cold and glycerine-clear and quite still. Very distant sounds of car horns and raised voices down on Comm. Green"s receding at a run off up the little streetlet into a glare of highbeams that diffracts in the clouds of Gately"s breath, so even as Gately walks briskly 254 254 in Green"s leather-smelling backwash toward a rising hubbub of curses and Lenz"s high-speed voice and Thrale"s gla.s.s-shattering cries and Henderson and Willis talking s.h.i.t angrily to somebody and the sound of Joelle v.D."s veiled head in an upstairs window that isn"t the 5-Women room"s shouting something down to Gately as he appears in the street, even as he closes in it takes a while for the scene to decoct out of the fog of his breath and its shifting spears of color against the headlights. He pa.s.ses Glynn"s disembowelled and illegally parked Bug. Several of the residents" cars are idling at haphazard angles of mid-U-turn in the middle of the street, and in front of them is a modified dark Montego with highbeams and jacked rear wheels and a turbo"s carnivorous idle. Two almost Gately-sized bearded guys in loose like bowling-wear shirts with flowers or suns on them and what look like big f.a.ggy necklaces of flowers around what would be their necks if they had necks turn out to be chasing Randy Lenz around this Montego car. Yet another guy with a necklace and a plaid Donegal is holding the rest of the residents at bay on the lawn of #4 with a nasty-looking Item in Green"s leather-smelling backwash toward a rising hubbub of curses and Lenz"s high-speed voice and Thrale"s gla.s.s-shattering cries and Henderson and Willis talking s.h.i.t angrily to somebody and the sound of Joelle v.D."s veiled head in an upstairs window that isn"t the 5-Women room"s shouting something down to Gately as he appears in the street, even as he closes in it takes a while for the scene to decoct out of the fog of his breath and its shifting spears of color against the headlights. He pa.s.ses Glynn"s disembowelled and illegally parked Bug. Several of the residents" cars are idling at haphazard angles of mid-U-turn in the middle of the street, and in front of them is a modified dark Montego with highbeams and jacked rear wheels and a turbo"s carnivorous idle. Two almost Gately-sized bearded guys in loose like bowling-wear shirts with flowers or suns on them and what look like big f.a.ggy necklaces of flowers around what would be their necks if they had necks turn out to be chasing Randy Lenz around this Montego car. Yet another guy with a necklace and a plaid Donegal is holding the rest of the residents at bay on the lawn of #4 with a nasty-looking Item 255 255 expertly held. Everything now slightly slows down; at the sight of an Item held on his residents there"s almost a kind of mechanistic click as Gately"s mind shifts into a different kind of drive. He gets very cool and clear and his headache recedes and his breathing slows. It"s not so much that things slow as break into frames. expertly held. Everything now slightly slows down; at the sight of an Item held on his residents there"s almost a kind of mechanistic click as Gately"s mind shifts into a different kind of drive. He gets very cool and clear and his headache recedes and his breathing slows. It"s not so much that things slow as break into frames.
The ruckus has aroused the old nurse in #4 who Asks For Help, and her spectral figure is splayed in a nightie against an upstairs #4 window yelling "Eeeeeeeyelp "Eeeeeeeyelp!" Hester Thrale now has her pink-nailed hands over her eyes and is screaming over and over for n.o.body to hurt n.o.body especially her. It"s the Bulldog Item that holds the attention. The two guys chasing Lenz around the Montego are unarmed but look coldly determined in a way Gately recognizes. They"re not wearing coats either but they don"t look cold. All this appraisal"s taking only seconds; it only takes time to list it. They have vaguely non-U.S. beards and are each about [[frac43]] Gately"s size. They take turns coming around the car and running past the headlights" glare and Gately can see they have similar froggy lippy pale foreign faces. Lenz is talking at the guys nonstop, mostly imprecating. They"re all three going around and around the car like a cartoon. Gately"s still walking up as he sees all this. It"s obvious to appraisal the foreignish guys aren"t real bright because of they"re chasing Lenz in tandem instead of heading around the car in opposite directions to trap him in like a pincer. They all three stop and start, Lenz across the car from them. Some of the at-bay residents are yelling to Lenz. Like most c.o.ke-dealers Lenz is quick on his feet, his topcoat billowing and then settling whenever he stops. Lenz"s voice is nonstop - he"s alternately inviting the guy to perform impossible acts and advancing baroque arguments for how whatever they think he did there"s no way he was even in the same area code as whatever happened that they think he did. The guys keep speeding up like they want to catch Lenz just to shut him up. Ken Erdedy has his hands up and his car keys in his hand; his legs look like he"s about to wet himself. Clenette and the new black girl, clearly veterans at gunpoint-etiquette, are p.r.o.ne on the lawn with their fingers laced behind their heads. Nell Gunther"s a.s.sumed Lenz"s old martial-arts Crane stance, hands twisted into flat claws, eyeing the guy"s .44, which pans coolly back and forth over the residents. This smaller guy gets the most frames the slowest. He"s got on a plaid hunting cap that keeps Gately from seeing if he"s foreign also. But the guy"s holding the weapon in the cla.s.sic Weaver stance of somebody that can really shoot - left foot slightly forward, slightly hunched, a two-handed grip with the right arm c.o.c.ked elbow-out so the Item"s held high up in front of the guy"s face, up to his sighting eye. This is how policemen and Made Guys from the North End shoot. Gately knows weapons way better than sobriety, still. And the Item - if the guy trig-pulls on some resident that resident"s going down - the Item"s some customized version of a U.S. .44 Bulldog Special, or maybe a Nuck or Brazilian clone, blunt and ugly and with a bore like the mouth of a cave. The stout alcoholic kid Tingley has both hands to his cheeks and is 100% at bay. The piece"s been modified, Gately can appraise. The barrel"s been vented out near the muzzle to cut your Bulldog"s infamous recoil, the hammer"s bobbed, and the thing"s got a fat Mag Na Port or -clone grip like the metro Finest favor. This is not a weekend-warrior or liquor-store-holdup type Item; it"s one that"s made real specifically for putting projectiles into people. It"s not a semiauto but is throated for a f.u.c.king speed-loader, which Gately can"t see if the guy"s got a speed-loader under the loose floral shirt but needs to a.s.sume the guy"s got near-unlimited shots with a speed-loader. The North Sh.o.r.e Finest on the other hand wrap their grips in this like colored gauze that wicks sweat. Gately tries to recall a past a.s.sociate"s insufferable ammo-lectures when under the influence - your Bulldog and clones can take anything from light target loads and wadcutter to Colt SofTip dum-dums and worse. He"s pretty sure this thing could put him down with one round; he"s not sure. Gately"s never been shot but he"s seen guys shot. He feels something that is neither fear nor excitement. Joelle van D. is shouting stuff you can"t make out, and Erdedy at bay on the lawn"s calling out to her to get her head out of the whole picture. Gately"s been bearing down this whole brief time, both seeing his breath and hearing it, beating his arms across his chest to keep some feeling in his hands. You could almost call what he feels a kind of jolly calm. The unAmerican guys chase Lenz and then stop across the car facing him for a second and then get furious again and chase him. Gately guesses he ought to be grateful the third guy doesn"t come over and just shoot him. Lenz puts both hands on whatever part of the car he stops at and sends language out across the car at the two guys. Lenz"s white wig is askew and he"s got no mustache, you can see. E.M. Security, normally so scrupulous with their f.u.c.king trucks at 0005h., is nowhere around, lending weight to yet another cliche. If you asked Gately what he was feeling right this second he"d have no idea. He"s got a hand up shading his eyes and closes on the Montego as things further clarify. One of the guys now you can see has Lenz"s disguise"s mustache in two fingers and keeps holding it up and brandishing it at Lenz. The other guy issues stilted but colorful threats in a Canadian accent, so it emerges on Gately it"s Nucks, the trio Lenz has managed to somehow enrage is Nucks. Gately cops a black surge of Remember-Whenning, the babbling little football-head Quebecer he"d killed by gagging a man with a bad cold. This line of thinking is intolerable. Joelle"s overhead shout to for Christ"s sake somebody call Pat mixes in and out of the Help lady"s cries. It occurs to Gately that the Help lady has cried Wolf for so many years that real shouts for real help are all going to be ignored. The residents all look to Gately as he crosses the street directly into the Montego"s wash of light. Hester Thrale screams out Look out there"s a Item. The plaid-hat Nuck pans stiffly to sight at Gately, his elbow up around his ear. It occurs to Gately if you fire with an Item right up to your sighting-eye like that won"t you get a face full of cordite. There"s a break in the circular action around the throbbing car as Lenz shouts Don Don with great gusto just as the Help lady shouts for Help. The Nuck with the Item has backed up several steps to keep the residents in his peripheral vision while he sights square on Gately as the ma.s.sive Nuck holding the mustache across the car tells Gately if he was him he"d return to whence he came, him, to avoid the trouble. Gately nods and beams. Nucks really do p.r.o.nounce with great gusto just as the Help lady shouts for Help. The Nuck with the Item has backed up several steps to keep the residents in his peripheral vision while he sights square on Gately as the ma.s.sive Nuck holding the mustache across the car tells Gately if he was him he"d return to whence he came, him, to avoid the trouble. Gately nods and beams. Nucks really do p.r.o.nounce the the with a with a z. z. Both the car and Lenz are between Gately and the large Nucks, Lenz"s back to Gately. Gately stands quietly, wishing he felt different about potential trouble, less almost jolly. Late in Gately"s Substance and burglary careers, when he"d felt so low about himself, he"d had sick little fantasies of saving somebody from harm, some innocent party, and getting killed in the process and getting eulogized at great length in bold-faced Both the car and Lenz are between Gately and the large Nucks, Lenz"s back to Gately. Gately stands quietly, wishing he felt different about potential trouble, less almost jolly. Late in Gately"s Substance and burglary careers, when he"d felt so low about himself, he"d had sick little fantasies of saving somebody from harm, some innocent party, and getting killed in the process and getting eulogized at great length in bold-faced Globe Globe print. Now Lenz breaks away from the hood of the car and dashes Gately"s way and around behind him to stand behind him, spreading his arms wide to put a hand on each of Gately"s shoulders, using Don Gately like a shield. Gately"s stance has the kind of weary resolution of like You"ll Have to Go Through Me. The only anxious part of him can see the Log entry he"ll have to make if residents come to physical grief on his shift. For a moment he can almost smell the smells of the penitentiary, armpits and Pomade and sour food and cribbage-board-wood and reefer and mopwater, the rich p.i.s.s stink of a zoo"s lion house, the smell of the bars you lace your hands through and stand there, looking out. This line of thinking is intolerable. He"s neither goosepimpled nor sweating. His senses haven"t been this keen in over a year. The stars in their jelly and dirty sodium lamplight and stark white steer-horns of headlights splayed at residents" different angles. Star-chocked sky, his breath, faraway horns, low trill of ATHSCMEs way to the north. Thin keen cold air in his wide-open nose. Motionless heads at #5"s windows. print. Now Lenz breaks away from the hood of the car and dashes Gately"s way and around behind him to stand behind him, spreading his arms wide to put a hand on each of Gately"s shoulders, using Don Gately like a shield. Gately"s stance has the kind of weary resolution of like You"ll Have to Go Through Me. The only anxious part of him can see the Log entry he"ll have to make if residents come to physical grief on his shift. For a moment he can almost smell the smells of the penitentiary, armpits and Pomade and sour food and cribbage-board-wood and reefer and mopwater, the rich p.i.s.s stink of a zoo"s lion house, the smell of the bars you lace your hands through and stand there, looking out. This line of thinking is intolerable. He"s neither goosepimpled nor sweating. His senses haven"t been this keen in over a year. The stars in their jelly and dirty sodium lamplight and stark white steer-horns of headlights splayed at residents" different angles. Star-chocked sky, his breath, faraway horns, low trill of ATHSCMEs way to the north. Thin keen cold air in his wide-open nose. Motionless heads at #5"s windows.
The Nuck duo with flowers chasing Lenz come around this side and now break away from the car toward them. Now Hester Thrale at Gately"s right periphery breaks away from the cl.u.s.ter and runs for it off into the night across the lawn and behind #4, waving her arms and screaming, and Minty and McDade and Parias-Carbo and Charlotte Treat appear out of Ennet House"s back door across the hedge and mill and jostle amid the mops and old furniture on Ennet"s back porch, watching, and a couple of the more mobile catatonics appear on the porch of the Shed across the little street, staring at the spect-op, all this flummoxing the smaller one so he keeps swinging the Item stiffly this way and that way, trying to keep way more people at potential bay. The two alien foreigners that want Lenz"s map bear down slowly across the Montego"s headlights toward where Lenz is holding Gately like a shield. The larger one that"s so large his luauish shirt won"t even b.u.t.ton all the way holding out the mustache adopts the overly reasonable tone that always precedes a serious-type beef. He reads Gately"s bowling shirt in the headlight and says reasonably that Moose still has a chance to keep out of what they"ve got no beef with him, them. Lenz is pouring a diarrheatic spatter of disclaimers and exhortations into Gately"s right ear. Gately shrugs at the Nucks like he"s got no choice but to be here. Green"s just looking at them. It occurs to Gately by White Flag suggestion that who gives a f.u.c.k how it"d look, he ought to hit his knees right here on the headlit blacktop and ask for guidance on this from a Higher Power. But he stands there, Lenz chattering in his shadow. The fingernails of Lenz"s hand on Gately"s shoulder have horseshoes of dried blood in the creases between nail and finger, and there"s a coppery smell off Lenz that isn"t just fear. It occurs to Gately that if he"d pulled the instant spot-urine he"d wanted on Lenz this whole snafu wouldn"t maybe be happening. The one Nuck is holding Lenz"s disguise"s mustache out at them like a blade. Lenz hasn"t asked the time once, notice. Then the other Nuck"s got his hand down at his side and a real blade"s gleam appears in that hand with the familiar snick. snick. At the blade"s sound the situation becomes even more automatic and Gately feels adrenaline"s warmth spread through him as his subdural hardware clicks deeper into a worn familiar long-past track. Having no choice now not to fight and things simplify radically, divisions collapse. Gately"s just one part of something bigger he can"t control. His face in the left headlight has dropped into its fight-expression of ferocious good cheer. He says he"s responsible for these people on these private grounds tonight and is part of this whether he wants to be or not, and can they talk this out because he doesn"t want to have to fight them. He says twice very distinctly that he does not want to fight them. He"s no longer divided enough to think about whether this is true. His eyes are on the two men"s maple-leaf belt buckles, the part of the body where you can"t get suckered by a feint. The guys shake their manes and say they"re going to unembowel this craven At the blade"s sound the situation becomes even more automatic and Gately feels adrenaline"s warmth spread through him as his subdural hardware clicks deeper into a worn familiar long-past track. Having no choice now not to fight and things simplify radically, divisions collapse. Gately"s just one part of something bigger he can"t control. His face in the left headlight has dropped into its fight-expression of ferocious good cheer. He says he"s responsible for these people on these private grounds tonight and is part of this whether he wants to be or not, and can they talk this out because he doesn"t want to have to fight them. He says twice very distinctly that he does not want to fight them. He"s no longer divided enough to think about whether this is true. His eyes are on the two men"s maple-leaf belt buckles, the part of the body where you can"t get suckered by a feint. The guys shake their manes and say they"re going to unembowel this craven batard batard here like this here like this sans-Christe batard sans-Christe batard killed somebody they call either Pepe or Bebe, and if Moose has any self-interest he"ll backpedal away from there"s no way it is his duty to get frapped or fropped for this sick gutless U.S.A. killed somebody they call either Pepe or Bebe, and if Moose has any self-interest he"ll backpedal away from there"s no way it is his duty to get frapped or fropped for this sick gutless U.S.A. batard batard in his womanly wig. Lenz, apparently thinking they"re Brazilian, pops his head around Gately"s flank and calls them in his womanly wig. Lenz, apparently thinking they"re Brazilian, pops his head around Gately"s flank and calls them maricones maricones and tells them they can suck his and tells them they can suck his batard batard is what they can do. Gately has just division enough to almost wish he didn"t feel such a glow of familiar warmth, a surge of almost s.e.xual competence, as the two shriek at Lenz"s taunts and split and curve in at them an arm"s length apart, walking gradually faster, like unstoppable inertia, but stupidly too close together. At two meters off they charge, shedding petals and unisonly bellowing something in Canadian. is what they can do. Gately has just division enough to almost wish he didn"t feel such a glow of familiar warmth, a surge of almost s.e.xual competence, as the two shriek at Lenz"s taunts and split and curve in at them an arm"s length apart, walking gradually faster, like unstoppable inertia, but stupidly too close together. At two meters off they charge, shedding petals and unisonly bellowing something in Canadian.
It"s always that everything always speeds up and slows down both. Gately"s smile broadens as he"s shoved slightly forward by Lenz as Lenz recoils backward off him to run from the guys" shrieking charge. Gately takes the shove"s momentum and bodychecks the enormous Nuck holding the mustache into the Nuck holding the blade, who goes down with an euf euf of expelled air. The first Nuck has hold of Gately"s bowling shirt and rips it and punches Gately in the forehead and audibly breaks his hand, letting go of Gately to grab his hand. The punch makes Gately stop thinking in any sort of spiritual terms at all. Gately takes the man"s broken hand"s arm he"s holding out and with his eyes on the ground"s other Nuck breaks the arm over his knee, and as the guy goes down on one knee Gately takes the arm and pirouettes around twisting the broken arm behind the guy"s back and plants his sneaker on the guy"s floral back and forces him forward so there"s a sick crack and he feels the arm come out of the socket, and there"s a high foreign scream. The Nuck with the blade who was down slashes Gately"s calf through his jeans as the guy rolls gracefully left and starts to rise, up on one knee, knife out front, a guy that knows his knives and can"t be closed with while he"s got the blade up. Gately feints and takes one giant step and gets all his weight into a Rockette kick that lands high up under the Nuck"s beard"s chin and audibly breaks Gately"s big toe in the sneaker and sends the man curving out back into the dazzle of the highbeams, and there"s a metallic boom of him landing on the Montego"s hood and the click and skitter of the blade landing somewhere on the street beyond the car. Gately on one foot, holding his toe, and his slashed calf feels hot. His smile is broad but impersonal. It"s impossible, outside ch.o.r.eographed entertainment, to fight two guys together at once; they"ll kill you; the trick to fighting two is to make sure and put one down for long enough that he"s out of the picture long enough to put the other guy down. And this first larger one with the extreme arm-trouble is clutching himself as he rolls, trying to rise, still perversely holding the white mustache. You can tell this is a real beef because n.o.body"s saying anything and the sounds from everybody else have receded to the sounds stands" crowds make and Gately hops over and uses the good foot to kick the Nuck twice in the side of the big head and then without a thought in his head moves down the guy and lines it up and drops to one knee with all his weight on the guy"s groin, resulting in an indescribable sound from the guy and a shout from J.v.D. overhead and a flat crack from the lawn and Gately"s punched so hard in the shoulder he"s spun around on one knee and almost goes over backwards and the shoulder goes hotly numb, which tells Gately he"s gotten shot instead of punched in the shoulder. He never got shot before. of expelled air. The first Nuck has hold of Gately"s bowling shirt and rips it and punches Gately in the forehead and audibly breaks his hand, letting go of Gately to grab his hand. The punch makes Gately stop thinking in any sort of spiritual terms at all. Gately takes the man"s broken hand"s arm he"s holding out and with his eyes on the ground"s other Nuck breaks the arm over his knee, and as the guy goes down on one knee Gately takes the arm and pirouettes around twisting the broken arm behind the guy"s back and plants his sneaker on the guy"s floral back and forces him forward so there"s a sick crack and he feels the arm come out of the socket, and there"s a high foreign scream. The Nuck with the blade who was down slashes Gately"s calf through his jeans as the guy rolls gracefully left and starts to rise, up on one knee, knife out front, a guy that knows his knives and can"t be closed with while he"s got the blade up. Gately feints and takes one giant step and gets all his weight into a Rockette kick that lands high up under the Nuck"s beard"s chin and audibly breaks Gately"s big toe in the sneaker and sends the man curving out back into the dazzle of the highbeams, and there"s a metallic boom of him landing on the Montego"s hood and the click and skitter of the blade landing somewhere on the street beyond the car. Gately on one foot, holding his toe, and his slashed calf feels hot. His smile is broad but impersonal. It"s impossible, outside ch.o.r.eographed entertainment, to fight two guys together at once; they"ll kill you; the trick to fighting two is to make sure and put one down for long enough that he"s out of the picture long enough to put the other guy down. And this first larger one with the extreme arm-trouble is clutching himself as he rolls, trying to rise, still perversely holding the white mustache. You can tell this is a real beef because n.o.body"s saying anything and the sounds from everybody else have receded to the sounds stands" crowds make and Gately hops over and uses the good foot to kick the Nuck twice in the side of the big head and then without a thought in his head moves down the guy and lines it up and drops to one knee with all his weight on the guy"s groin, resulting in an indescribable sound from the guy and a shout from J.v.D. overhead and a flat crack from the lawn and Gately"s punched so hard in the shoulder he"s spun around on one knee and almost goes over backwards and the shoulder goes hotly numb, which tells Gately he"s gotten shot instead of punched in the shoulder. He never got shot before. SHOT IN SOBRIETY SHOT IN SOBRIETY in bold headline caps goes across his mind"s eye like a slow train as he sees the third Nuck with his cap pushed back and Nuck face contorted with cordite in his good stance with elbow back up drawing a second bead on Don"s big head from #4"s lawn with the bore"s lightless eye and a little pubic curl of smoke coming up from the vented muzzle, and Gately can"t move and forgets to pray, and then the bore zagging up and away as it blooms orange as good old Bruce Green"s got the Nuck from behind in a half-nelson with his hand in the necklace of flowers and with the other hand is forcing the c.o.c.ked elbow down and the Item skyward away from Gately"s head as it blooms with that flat crack of a vented muzzle. The first thing somebody"s who"s shot wants to do is throw up, which by the way the larger Nuck with the breezeblocked crotch under Gately"s doing all over his beard and flower necklace and Gately"s leg"s thigh as Gately weaves on one knee on the guy"s groin still. The lady yells for Help. Now a meaty thwack as Nell Gunther on the lawn leaps several twirling meters and kicks the Nuck Green"s half-nelsoning in the face with her paratrooper-boot"s heel, and the guy"s hat flies off and his head snaps back and hits Green"s face, and there"s the pop of Green"s nose breaking but he doesn"t let go, and the guy"s slumped forward in the Parkinsonian half-bow of a guy in a quality half-nelson, with the guy"s Item-hand"s arm still up in the air with Green"s arm like they"re dancing, and good old Green doesn"t even let go to hold his spurting nose, and now that the Nuck"s restrained, notice, here comes Lenz barrelling in howling from the hedge"s shadows and leaping and he tackles the Nuck and Green both, and they"re a roil of clothes and legs on the lawn, the Item not in sight. Ken Erdedy still has his hands up. Gately, still kneeling shot on the Nuck"s sickeningly softened groin, Gately hears the second Nuck trying to slide himself off the hood of the Montego and hops and wobbles over. Joelle v.D. keeps yelling something monosyllabic from what can"t be her window. Don goes to the Montego"s front b.u.mper and punches the large man carefully in the kidneys with his good arm and takes him by the thick foreign hair and slides him back up the hood and begins banging his head off the Montego"s wind-shield. He remembers how he"d stay in luxury furnished North Sh.o.r.e apts. with G. Fackelmann and T. Kite and they"d gradually strip the place and sell the appointments off until they were sleeping in a totally bare apartment. Green has risen b.l.o.o.d.y-faced, and Lenz is on the lawn with his heaving topcoat covering him and the third Nuck, and Clenette H. and Yolanda W. are now up and not at bay and circling them and getting solid high-heel kicks into the Nuck"s and sometimes hopefully Lenz"s ribs, reciting "Motha- in bold headline caps goes across his mind"s eye like a slow train as he sees the third Nuck with his cap pushed back and Nuck face contorted with cordite in his good stance with elbow back up drawing a second bead on Don"s big head from #4"s lawn with the bore"s lightless eye and a little pubic curl of smoke coming up from the vented muzzle, and Gately can"t move and forgets to pray, and then the bore zagging up and away as it blooms orange as good old Bruce Green"s got the Nuck from behind in a half-nelson with his hand in the necklace of flowers and with the other hand is forcing the c.o.c.ked elbow down and the Item skyward away from Gately"s head as it blooms with that flat crack of a vented muzzle. The first thing somebody"s who"s shot wants to do is throw up, which by the way the larger Nuck with the breezeblocked crotch under Gately"s doing all over his beard and flower necklace and Gately"s leg"s thigh as Gately weaves on one knee on the guy"s groin still. The lady yells for Help. Now a meaty thwack as Nell Gunther on the lawn leaps several twirling meters and kicks the Nuck Green"s half-nelsoning in the face with her paratrooper-boot"s heel, and the guy"s hat flies off and his head snaps back and hits Green"s face, and there"s the pop of Green"s nose breaking but he doesn"t let go, and the guy"s slumped forward in the Parkinsonian half-bow of a guy in a quality half-nelson, with the guy"s Item-hand"s arm still up in the air with Green"s arm like they"re dancing, and good old Green doesn"t even let go to hold his spurting nose, and now that the Nuck"s restrained, notice, here comes Lenz barrelling in howling from the hedge"s shadows and leaping and he tackles the Nuck and Green both, and they"re a roil of clothes and legs on the lawn, the Item not in sight. Ken Erdedy still has his hands up. Gately, still kneeling shot on the Nuck"s sickeningly softened groin, Gately hears the second Nuck trying to slide himself off the hood of the Montego and hops and wobbles over. Joelle v.D. keeps yelling something monosyllabic from what can"t be her window. Don goes to the Montego"s front b.u.mper and punches the large man carefully in the kidneys with his good arm and takes him by the thick foreign hair and slides him back up the hood and begins banging his head off the Montego"s wind-shield. He remembers how he"d stay in luxury furnished North Sh.o.r.e apts. with G. Fackelmann and T. Kite and they"d gradually strip the place and sell the appointments off until they were sleeping in a totally bare apartment. Green has risen b.l.o.o.d.y-faced, and Lenz is on the lawn with his heaving topcoat covering him and the third Nuck, and Clenette H. and Yolanda W. are now up and not at bay and circling them and getting solid high-heel kicks into the Nuck"s and sometimes hopefully Lenz"s ribs, reciting "Motha-f.u.c.ka" and landing a kick each time they get to fu. fu. Gately, canted way over to the side, methodically beats his Nuck"s s.h.a.ggy head against the wind-shield so hard that spidered stars are appearing in the shatterproof gla.s.s until something in the head gives with a sort of liquid crunch. Petals from the guy"s necklace are all over the hood and Gately"s torn shirt. Joelle v.D. in her terry robe and gauze veil and still clutching a toothbrush has climbed out onto the little balcony outside the 5-Woman"s window and into a skinny ailanthus beside it and is coming down, showing about two meters of spectacularly undeformed thigh, shouting Gately"s name by the first name, which he likes. Gately leaves the largest Nuck p.r.o.ne on the idling hood, his head resting in a shatter-frosted head-shaped recession in the windshield. It occurs to Ken Erdedy, looking up into the oak past his upraised hands, that this deformed veiled girl likes Don Gately in an extracurricular way, it would seem. Gately, toe and shoulder or no, has looked strictly all-business this whole time. He"s projected a sort of white-collar att.i.tude of cheery competence and sangfroid. Erdedy"s found he rather likes standing there with his hands up in a gesture of noncombatant status while the Afro-American girls curse and kick and Lenz continues to roll around with the unconscious man hitting him and going "There, Gately, canted way over to the side, methodically beats his Nuck"s s.h.a.ggy head against the wind-shield so hard that spidered stars are appearing in the shatterproof gla.s.s until something in the head gives with a sort of liquid crunch. Petals from the guy"s necklace are all over the hood and Gately"s torn shirt. Joelle v.D. in her terry robe and gauze veil and still clutching a toothbrush has climbed out onto the little balcony outside the 5-Woman"s window and into a skinny ailanthus beside it and is coming down, showing about two meters of spectacularly undeformed thigh, shouting Gately"s name by the first name, which he likes. Gately leaves the largest Nuck p.r.o.ne on the idling hood, his head resting in a shatter-frosted head-shaped recession in the windshield. It occurs to Ken Erdedy, looking up into the oak past his upraised hands, that this deformed veiled girl likes Don Gately in an extracurricular way, it would seem. Gately, toe and shoulder or no, has looked strictly all-business this whole time. He"s projected a sort of white-collar att.i.tude of cheery competence and sangfroid. Erdedy"s found he rather likes standing there with his hands up in a gesture of noncombatant status while the Afro-American girls curse and kick and Lenz continues to roll around with the unconscious man hitting him and going "There, there, there," and Gately moves backward between the second fellow in the windshield and the first fellow he"d originally disarmed, his smile now as empty as a pumpkin"s grin. Chandler Foss is trying on the third fellow"s plaid hunting cap. There"s a sound in #4 of somebody trying to force a warped window. An Empire W.D.V. is launched with a kind of sp.r.o.nging thud and whistles overhead, climbing, its warning-light wrap of like Xmas lights winking red and green as Don Gately starts to come over in the direction of the lawn and the fellow who appears to have winged him and then veers drunkenly and changes direction and in three one-foot hops is over to the vomit-covered first Nuck, the one who"d called Gately Moose and punched him in the forehead. There"s the slow trundle of the Green T and exhortations from Minty as Gately begins stomping on the supine face of the Nuck with the heel of his good foot as if he were killing c.o.c.kroaches. The guy"s movable arm is waggling pathetically in the air around Gately"s shoe as it rises and falls. Gately"s hideous torn orange shirt"s whole right side is dark and his right arm drips blackly and seems weirdly set in its socket. Lenz is up and adjusting his wig and brushing off. The veiled girl has. .h.i.t a rough part some three meters up and is hanging from a limb and kicking, Erdedy staring Copernicanly up her flapping robe. The new Tingley kid sits cross-legged in the gra.s.s and rocks as the black ladies continue stomping the inert Nuck. You can hear Emil Minty and Wade McDade exhorting Yolanda W. to use the spike heel. Charlotte Treat is reciting the Serenity Prayer over and over. Bruce Green has his head back and his finger held like a mustache under his nostrils. Hester Thrale can still be heard way off down Warren Street, receding, as Gately wobbles back from the Nuck"s map and sits heavily down in the little street, in shadow except for his huge head in the Nucks" car"s lights, sitting there with his head on his knees. Lenz and Green move in toward him the cautious way you approach a big animal that"s hurt. Joelle van Dyne lands on her feet. The lady at the high warped window shouts for Helphelphelphelphelp. Minty and McDade come down off the back porch, finally, McDade for some reason wielding a mop. Everybody except Lenz and Minty looks unwell. Minty and McDade come down off the back porch, finally, McDade for some reason wielding a mop. Everybody except Lenz and Minty looks unwell.
Joelle runs just like a girl, Erdedy notes. 256 256 She gets out through the many-angled cars into the street just as Gately decides to lie down. She gets out through the many-angled cars into the street just as Gately decides to lie down.
It"s not like pa.s.sing out. It"s just a decision Gately makes to like lie back with his knees bent and pointing up into the sky"s depth, which seems to bulge and recede with the pulse in his right shoulder, which has now gone dead cold, which means there will very soon be pain, he predicts.
He waves off concern with the left hand and goes "Flesh-wound" the second Joelle"s bare feet and robe"s hem are in view.
"Son of a f.u.c.king b.i.t.c.h. b.i.t.c.h."
"Flesh-wound."
"Are you ever bleeding. bleeding."
"Thanks for the feedback."
You can hear Henderson and Willis off in the background still going "fu."
"I think you can tell them he"s probably subdued," Gately pointing off in what he thinks is #4"s lawn"s direction. His lying flat gives him a double-chin, he can feel, and pulls his big face into a smile. His big present fear is throwing up in front of and maybe partly on Joelle v.D., whose calves he"s noted.
Now Lenz"s lizard-skin loafers with gra.s.s stains at the toes. "Don what can I say."
Gately struggles to sit back up. "You got f.u.c.king armed Nucks Nucks wanting your a.s.s too?" wanting your a.s.s too?"
Revealing a kind of blackly kimonoish thing under, Joelle has taken off the terry robe and folds the robe into a kind of trapezoidal pad and is kneeling over Gately"s shoulder, straddling his arm, pressing down on the pad with the heels of her hands.
"Owie."
"Lenz he"s really bleeding bad here."
"I"m groping to even know what to begin to say, Don."
"You owe me urine, Lenz."
"I think there"s two of them, like, desisted." Wade McD."s unlaced high-tops, his voice breathy with awe.
"He"s bleeding really bad I said."
"You mean deceased."
"There"s one of their shoes in one of them"s f.u.c.king eye."
"Tell Ken to put his hands down for Christ"s sake."
"Oh f.u.c.king G.o.d G.o.d."
Gately can feel his eyes crossing and uncrossing by themselves.
"He soaking right through it man look at that s.h.i.t."
"This man needs an ambulance."
Somebody else female says G.o.d again and Gately"s hearing warbles a bit as Joelle snaps at her to shut up. She leans down and in, so Gately can see up at what looks like a regular human female chin and makeupless lower lip under the veil"s billowing hem. "Whom should we call?" she asks him.
"Call Pat"s machine and Calvin. You have to dial 9. Tell them to come down."
"I"m going to be sick."
"Airdaddy!" Minty is shouting at Ken E.
"Tell her to call Annie and the E.M. office down there and do some like strategic thing."
"Where the f.u.c.k is Security when it isn"t just innocent recovering cars to get towed?"
"And call Pat," Gately says.
A forest of footwear and bare feet and shins all around him, and heads too high to see. Lenz screaming back to somebody in the House: "Call a f.u.c.king am ambulance already."
"Regulate the voice, man."
"f.u.c.king call about five five ambulances is more like it." ambulances is more like it."
"Mothaf.u.c.ka."
"Ssshh."
"I just never saw anything like like that." that."
"Nuh-uh," Gately gasps, trying to rise and deciding he just likes it better lying down. "Don"t call one for me."
"This is the straight and narrow?"
"By doze is fide."
"He doesn"t want want one he said." one he said."
Green"s and Minty"s boots, Treat"s purple plastic shower-thongs. Somebody has on Clearasil, he can smell.
"Seen some righteous a.s.s-kickings in my past, brother, but -"
Somebody male screams back off to the right.
"Just don"t try and walk me around," Gately grins up.
"Dips.h.i.t."
"He can"t go in no E.R. with a gunshot," Minty says to Lenz, whose shoes keep moving to get himself north of everybody.
"Somebody turn off the car will you?"
"I wouldn"t touch nothing."
Gately focuses at where the Joelle girl"s eyes would be. Her thighs are forked way wide to straddle his arm, which is numb and doesn"t feel like his. She"s bearing down on him. She smells strange but good. She"s got all her weight on her bathrobe"s pad. She weighs roughly nothing. The first threads of pain are starting to radiate out of the shoulder and down the side and into the neck. Gately hasn"t looked down at the shoulder, on purpose, and he tries to wedge his left hand"s finger under the shoulder to see if anything went through. The night"s so clear the stars shine right through people"s heads.
"Green."
"I"b dot touchig dothig, dud worry."
"Look at his head head."
Her kimono"s shoulders are humped and gla.s.sy black in the Montego"s light. Gately"s brain keeps wanting to go away inside himself. When you start to feel deeply cold that"s shock and blood-loss. Gately sort of wills himself to stay right here, looks over past Joelle"s hand at Lenz"s fine shoes. "Lenz. You and Green. Get me inside."
"Green!"
The circle of stars" heads" faces above are all faceless from the headlights" shadows. Some car engines have shut off and some haven"t. One of the cars has a twittering fan-belt. Somebody"s suggesting to call the genuine Finest - Erdedy - which everybody greets with scorn at his naivete. Gately"s figuring Staff from the Shed or #4 has called them or at least dialed down to Security. By the time he was ten only his pinkie-finger would fit in the dialer"s holes of his mother"s old princess phone; he exerts will to un-cross his eyes and stay right here; he in the worst way does not want to be lying here with a gunshot in shock trying to deal with the Finest.
"I think one of these guys is, like, expired."
"No s.h.i.t Shylock."
"n.o.body call." Gately yells it up and out. He"s afraid he"s going to vomit when they stand him up. "n.o.body call n.o.body til you get me in." He can smell Green"s leather jacket overhead. Bits of gra.s.s and whatnot drifting down onto him from where Lenz is still brushing off his clothes, and coins of blood on the street from Green"s nose. Joelle tells Lenz if he doesn"t cut something out she"s going to hand him his a.s.s. Gately"s whole right side had gone deadly cold. To Joelle he says, "I"m Supervised. I"ll go to jail sure."
"You got f.u.c.king eyewitnesses out the a.s.s behind you Don man," either McDade or Glynn says, but it can"t be Glynn, for some reason he tries to bring up inside him. And it seems like Charlotte T."s voice saying Ewell"s trying to get in Pat"s office to call but Gately locked Pat"s door.
"n.o.body call anyone! anyone!" Joelle shouts up and out. She smells good.
"They"re calling!"
"Get him off the phone! Say prank for Christ"s sake! You hear me?" Her kimono smells good. Her voice has a Staff-like authority. The scene out here has changed: Gately"s down, Madame Psychosis is in charge.
"We"re going to get him up and we"re going to get him inside," she says to the circle. "Lenz."
There"s impending static-crackle and the sound of a serious set of keys. Her voice is that one Madame lady"s voice on no-subscription radio, from out of nowhere he"s all of a sudden sure, is where he heard that odd empty half-accented voice before.
"Secyotty! Hold it right right thaah." It"s at least luckily one of the ex-football E.M. Security guys, that spends half his shift down at the Life and then goes up and down the streetlet all night playing with his service baton and singing sea chanties off-key, that"s just impressively qualified to Come In to AA with them. thaah." It"s at least luckily one of the ex-football E.M. Security guys, that spends half his shift down at the Life and then goes up and down the streetlet all night playing with his service baton and singing sea chanties off-key, that"s just impressively qualified to Come In to AA with them.
Joelle: "Erdedy - deal with him."
"Pardon me?"
"It"s the drunk," Gately gets out.
Joelle"s looking up at presumably Ken E. "Go over and look high-income and respectable at him. Verbalize at him. Distract him while we get him inside before the real ones come."
"How am I supposed to explain all these p.r.o.ne figures draped over cars?"
"For Christ"s sake Ken he"s not a mental t.i.tan - distract him with something shiny or something. Get your thumb out of your a.s.s and move."
Gately"s smile has reached his eyes. "You"re Madame on the FM, is how I knew you."
Erdedy"s squeaky shoe and the obese guy"s radio and keys. "Who hold it? As in desist?"