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a new life, with new hopes and new beliefs. A better life than you have ever known before." The voice<br />
seemed now to be coming from inside her own head, yet she was aware of a dim form in the room, a man<br />
leaning against the far wall beside the picture of the new Pope she had just hung up yesterday, a man who<br />
was all hat and coat and hypnotic voice. A man who was evil in a way Letty could hardly believe, totally,<br />
utterly, in every atom of his being.<br />
So evil he might not even be a man. But his voice curled and twisted through her mind like seductive<br />
smoke.<br />
"A new church, Letty, and you and George are going to hear about it soon, and revere it, and join it."<br />
"N-n-n.. ."<br />
"When you join, you will see Jerry again, you will come to visit him at his new school. You will let me<br />
take him now, Letty." The voice penetrated deeper and deeper, seeming to caress her very soul. "Say yes,<br />
say yes.. . ."<br />
She had an impression, quite clearly, that she was looking directly into the yellow-green eyes of a snake.<br />
A thing of dreadful, overwhelming evil.<br />
And overwhelming beauty.<br />
But she could not scream, was no longer sure she wanted to. Even so she found she was opening her<br />
mouth, forming a word. . . . She struggled against it, fought herself, felt it welling up between clenched<br />
teeth. "Yes," she said, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"<br />
George crumpled before the TV, struggling like a trussed animal as Liberace smiled and played. He said<br />
it too, a stifled whisper of a yes.<br />
"Both of you, again!"<br />
"Yes, take him, yes!"<br />
"Very well."<br />
Letty's sickness passed. She and George huddled in the dark together, the two of them staring stunned at<br />
the hypnotic, gray glow of the TV, where Liberace swept through the final bars of the rhapsody. Outside<br />
the rain rained and the wind whispered through the trees.<br />
Jerry lay motionless, staring at the ceiling. As soon as his mother had left he had fixed his gaze on his<br />
owl-clock, and was still watching the dimly lit eyes moving endlessly left to right and back again. And he<br />
was listening to a persistent whisper. "Back and forth, back and forth . . . and you are getting sleepy, Jerry .<br />
. . you are forgetting that you're supposed to go to Holy Spirit School, forgetting that you grew up in San<br />
Diego and moved to Queens—all of that. You've always lived here, and you go to another school, a finer<br />
school, a hidden, secret school."<br />
"Yeah . . . secret school. . ." Jerry was floating, his only awareness the voice itself, the soft, humming<br />
singsong of it, the intensity of it.<br />
"The Titus School, in Greenwich Village. You've always g<strong>one</strong> there."<br />
"Always. . ."<br />
"And you're coming back with me, coming to start the new term."<br />
"Yes, sir."<br />
With rustling, with the very slightest creak of floorboards, the old man came in from the hallway. "Hello,<br />
Jerry," he said. "We've got to go. There's an assembly in the Great Hall in an hour."<br />
"In the middle of the night? I'm sleepy." .<br />
The old man ignored the protest. "I've brought your uniform, little boy. Get dressed and be quick about it."<br />
Jerry was helpless to stop the old man drawing him up from his bed, or making him cross the room and pull<br />
the uniform on. "You have a great work to perform, Jerry, such an exceptionally well-built, exceptionally<br />
bright child as you. A great work."<br />
Jerry had the weird feeling that this was all some kind of a dream, but it felt like real life. Only it couldn't<br />
be.<br />
Couldn't it? The old man was taking him by the hand, and he could feel that dry claw. It was very real.<br />
And now the old man was leading him out of his room.<br />
Jerry's eyes got wet. He choked up when they stopped in the living room to tell his parents goodbye. He<br />
shook Dad's hand and kissed Mom.<br />
"Letty, say, 'You look so handsome in your uniform.' "<br />
"You look so handsome in your uniform," she murmured. "Doesn't he look handsome, George?"<br />
Dad grinned, and cuffed Jerry on the shoulder.<br />
"Tell him he's getting to be a big boy, George."<br />
"Getting to be a big boy!"<br />
"Mom, Dad—is this for real?"