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“Oh, Mailman!” He looks up. She smiles. “Come on in,” she says, and he goes in. And what a wonderful sur- prise: It’s hot chocolate time! There’s his old Winnie the Pooh mug from when he was little. She pours in the hot chocolate all foamy and 193 steaming, and then comes the best part, the Cool Whip. She scoops some on but not enough, never enough, because it’s his mother now and she’s playing the game, she’s waiting for him to say “More!” so he says it and she piles on more, and he has to practically sink his whole face into the Cool Whip to get down to the hot chocolate, and it’s heaven it’s a car . . . He has sleepwalked onto a street and into a parked car. He trundles on. He thinks he’s in an alley but he’s in the middle of a street. He hears a squawk. The hiccuping siren. He sees a flashing light— red, blue. He’s glad they’re still out looking for her. He thinks they will find her first. The rain is coming down harder now, he can hear it, the sound is so much louder. He squints. He tries to see the rain in the streetlight, but he cannot seem to focus. He holds out his hand. He tries to look at it, but his hand will not stay still. He looks up. Nothing falls on his face. The rain has stopped. The snow has stopped. If not the rain, what is that noise? It’s himself. His teeth. They’re chattering, 194 rattling worse than Clunker Nine, shaking like his hand, like his whole body, the lucky stone dancing in his mouth. Zinkoff is cold. Pretending is warm. He pretends he’s his dad. With every step he says, “Piece a cake . . . piece a cake . . .” He lurches into another car. He punches himself to stay awake. He stomps. He can’t feel his toes. Who took his toes? He sings: “Somebody took my toes . . .” He sings: “Claudiaaaah . . . oh Claudiaaaah . . .” He must stay awake, must stay awake, must find her, no more waiting. He spells his favorite word, he calls it out loud to the chitterchattering night: “T-I-N-T-I-N-N-A-B-U- L-A-T-I-O-N.” He sings it: “T-I-N-T-I-N-N-A- B-U-L-A-T-I-O-N.” He hears Claudia calling. She’s on Halftank Hill, she’s on his sled, on his back, and they’re sailing down the hill and she’s screaming, screaming, she’s Polly, sitting on his dad’s shoulders screaming “Go Donald! Go Donald!” And he goes, he blazes like the wind down the sidewalk racing the cars, beating them to the end of the block. “And the Z shall be first!” 195 declares Mr. Yalowitz. “And the Z shall be last!” declares Mrs. Biswell and the Waiting Man winks in the window and says, “Pass me a snicker- doodle.” Yellow button, yellow button, what do you say? “Get off my team,” says the yellow but- ton. One thousand congratulations. Gimme a T! Gimme an I! Gimme an N! . . . Whaddayagot? Candles! Get yer candles here! Genu-wine ear- wax candles, two thousand one hundred and sixty congratulations apiece! Two thousand one hundred and sixty . . . two thousand one hun- dred . . . All aboard! Allll aboard! Next stop Jabip Jabip Jabip good morning young citizens good morning good morning heaven help heaven help help . . . The lights are blinding him. The lights are rumbling. He knows that he must turn away, he must get to the alley, he must find Claudia, but he cannot get away from the lights, he cannot move, and a whistle is screaming and a voice is saying, “Hold on, son, I gotcha . . .” Download 0.63 Mb. Do'stlaringiz bilan baham: |
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