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Show 11 * * * He was standing in left field where he wouldn't be in the way, wearing a borrowed glove and hoping the ball wouldn't be hit to him. Two other boys were also playing left field and they had already yelled at him once for miss ing a pop fly. Actually the sun had been in his eyes. He had decided to let one of them catch it this time even if it came to him. Maybe they would run into each other and then they would know what it meant to have the sun in your eyes. Everybody at school was angry that day anyway, and if he had to he could pretend he was brooding like everyone else and didn't feel like trying to catch a Softball. His father had sworn during the news last night while his mother sat tight-lipped, and it had been the topic of class discussion in the morning, Mrs. Ferguson reminding the class that there were two sides to every question and then calling on various students who had their hands up. Lorin had beeen interested in which people thought the president was right because he wanted to see what kind of company he was keeping. The Markley twins, two beak-nosed black-haired boys that everyone called Heckle and Jeckle, were on the president's side, but they couldn't do math problems right either. Fredericka Knight thought the president was correct because he was commander-in-chief and had information nobody else had, and just because somebody went to West Point didn't mean he knew everything but nobody wanted to sit next to Fredericka, not even the other girls, and no one wanted to use the drinking fountain after her. Jimmy Vialpando didn't know who MacArthur was so he didn't have an opinion, but everyone left him alone. Jimmy wore taps on his shoes and rolled up the sleeves of his T-shirts and wore his hair in a ducktail and smoked in the lavatory. It was his pop fly, incidentally, that Lorin had not caught, and Jimmy had slouched his way easily to second base, where he now stood, |
