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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Monkey</strong><br />
grinning down at him. But of course the soft weight had only been his pillow, clutched with panicky<br />
tightness. His mother came in to soothe him with a drink of water and two chalky-orange baby aspirin,<br />
those Valium of childhood's troubled times. She thought it was the fact of Beulah's death that had caused<br />
the nightmare. So it was, but not in the way she thought.<br />
He barely remembered any of this now, but the monkey still scared him, particularly its cymbals. And its<br />
teeth.<br />
"I know that," Bill said, and tossed the monkey aside. "It's stupid." It landed on Bill's bed, staring up at<br />
the ceiling, cymbals poised. Hal did not like to see it there. "You want to go down to Teddy's and get<br />
Popsicles?"<br />
"I spent my allowance already," Hal said. "Besides, Mom says you got to clean up your side of the<br />
room."<br />
"I can do that later." Bill said. "And I'll loan you a nickel, if you want." Bill was not above giving Hal an<br />
Indian rope burn sometimes, and would occasionally trip him up or punch him for no particular reason,<br />
but mostly he was okay.<br />
"Sure," Hal said gratefully. "I'll just put the busted monkey back in the closet first, okay?"<br />
"Nah," Bill said, getting up. "Let's go-go-go."<br />
Hal went. Bill's moods were changeable, and if he paused to put the monkey away, he might lose his<br />
Popsicle. <strong>The</strong>y went down to Teddy's and got them, and not just any Popsicles, either, but the rare<br />
blueberry ones. <strong>The</strong>n they went down to the Rec where some kids were getting up a baseball game. Hal<br />
was too small to play, but he sat far out in foul territory, sucking his blueberry Popsicle and chasing<br />
what the big kids called "Chinese home runs." <strong>The</strong>y didn't get home until almost dark, and their mother<br />
whacked Hal for getting the hand towel dirty and whacked Bill for not cleaning up his side of the room,<br />
and after supper there was TV, and by the time all of that happened, Hal had forgotten all about the<br />
monkey. It somehow found its way up onto Bill's shelf, where it stood right next to Bill's autographed<br />
picture of Bill Boyd. And there it stayed for nearly two years.<br />
By the time Hal was seven, babysitters had become an extravagance, and Mrs. Shelbum's parting shot<br />
each morning was, "Bill, look after your brother."<br />
That day, however, Bill had to stay after school and Hal came home alone, stopping at each corner until<br />
he could see absolutely no traffic coming in either direction, and then skittering across, shoulders<br />
hunched, like a doughboy crossing no-man's-land. He let himself into the house with the key under the<br />
mat and went immediately to the refrigerator for a glass of milk. He got the bottle, and then it slipped<br />
through his fingers and crashed to smithereens on the floor, the pieces of glass flying everywhere.<br />
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