Rage

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my father said. "Go put something on."
        "What's the matter?" she cried. "Oh, Charlie, did you cut yourself? Where? Show me where!"
        "He isn't cut," Dad said disgustedly. "He's afraid he's going to get licked. And he damned well is."
        I ran to my mother and pressed my face into her belly, feeling the soft, comforting silk of her slip, smelling her sweet smell. My whole head felt swollen and pulpy, like a turnip. My voice had turned into a cracked donkey bray. I closed my eyes tightly.
        "What are you talking about, licking him? He's purple! If you've hurt him, Carl…"
        "He started to cry when he saw me coming, for Christ's sake."
        The voices were coming from high above me, like amplified declarations from mountaintops.
        "There's a car coming," he said. "Go inside, Rita."
        "Come on, love," my mother said. "Smile for mummy. Big smile." She pushed me away from her stomach and wiped tears from under my eyes. Have you ever had your mother wipe your tears away? About that the hack poets are right. It's one of life's great experiences, right up there with your first ball game and your first wet dream. "There, honey, there. Daddy didn't mean to be cross."
        "That was Sam Castinguay and his wife," my father said. "Now you've given that motor-mouth something to talk about. I hope-"
        "Come on, Charlie," she said, taking my hand. "We'll have chocolate. In my sewing room."
        "The hell you will," Dad said curtly. I looked back at him. His fists were clenched angrily as he stood in front of the one window he had saved. "He'll just puke it up when I whale the tar out of him."
        "You'll whale no tar out of anyone," she said. "You've scared him half to death already… "
        Then he was over to her, not minding her slip anymore, or Sam and his wife. He grabbed her shoulder and pointed to the jagged kitchen storm window. "Look! Look! He did that, and now you want to give him chocolate! He's no baby anymore, Rita, it's time for you to stop giving him the tit!"
        I cringed against her hip, and she wrenched her shoulder away. White fingermarks stood out on her flesh for a moment and then filled in red.
        "Go inside," she said calmly. "You're being quite foolish, Carl."
        "I'm going to-"
        "Don't tell me what you'll do!" she shouted suddenly, advancing on him. He flinched away instinctively. "Go inside! You've done enough damage! Go inside! Go find some of your friends and have drinks! Go anywhere! But… get out of my sight! "
        "Punishment," he said deliberately. "Did anyone teach you that word in college, or were they too busy filling you full of that liberal bullshit? Next time, he may break something more valuable than a few storm windows. A few times after that, he may break your heart. Wanton destruction-"
        "Get out!" she screamed.
        I began to cry again, and shrank away from them both. For a moment I stood between, tottering, and then my mother gathered me up. It's all right, honey, she was saying, but I was watching my father, who had turned and was stomping away like a surly little boy. It wasn't until then, until I had seen with what practiced and dreadful ease he had been banished, that I began to dare to hate him back.
        While my mother and I were having cocoa in her sewing room, I told her how Dad had thrown me on the ground. I told her Dad had lied.
        It made me feel quite wonderful and strong.

Chapter 17
        
        "What happened then?" Susan Brooks asked breathlessly.
        "Not much, " I said. "It blew over. " Now that it was out, I found myself mildly surprised that it had stuck in my throat so long. I once knew a kid, Herk Orville, who ate a mouse. I dared him, and he swallowed it. Raw. It was just a small fieldmouse, and it didn't look hurt at all when we found it; maybe it had just died of old age. Anyway, Herk's mom was out hanging clothes, and she just

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