로그인Xavier There were twenty-four windows along the dorm wing, and twenty-three of them were dark.I stood in the yard below them with my hands in my coat pockets and counted them again. Twenty-four. The lit one was on the top floor, at the far east end, where the girls’ corridor stopped. Behind it was the small office with the brass plate on the door that said Clerk. The Board’s clerk had slept there since Tuesday, since the notice went up. His lamp had been on every night.I could not sleep. Gideon was asleep on top of his blankets with his boots on. Rafael had come back from the Pentagon at midnight and had not said one word about his father, and none of us had asked. Eliano was awake, but he was lying with his face to the wall, and I did not want to make him talk.So I had come down to count things. Counting is what I do when I cannot fix what is wrong.The crowd had rushed the Governors’ room at nine. The door had held. When Pruitt’s patrol finally got it open, the room was empty an
Rafael Mrs. Pruitt took the lectern in both hands, and for a moment I thought she was going to fall.She was old. Everybody knew she was half blind, because she held letters an inch from her nose and walked the corridors with one hand on the wall. She had climbed the Pentagon steps one at a time while the whole school shouted at Albert’s window. Nobody had noticed her until she was at the top.The lamp in Albert’s office was lit. He stood at the glass with his hands at his sides. Students had been yelling at him for an hour. Liar. Coward. Where is she. A boy near me had thrown a candle stub at the wall below the window, and it had bounced off the stone and gone out.Then Pruitt put her hands on the lectern, and the shouting stopped. It stopped out of surprise. She was the last person anyone expected up there.Over her arm was a coat. It was a man’s long coat, dark wool, old and worn at the cuffs, much too big for her. Even from the wall, I could smell a little smoke in the cloth.“I’
The Hunter I sat in a parked car with the engine off and counted twelve sets of tail lights.They were lined up along the drive behind the iron gates of the Governors’ estate, long black cars with the lamps of the drive shining on their roofs. Twelve cars. Twelve drivers in dark caps. Men in house coats carried cases down the steps and put them in the boots, one car at a time, and nobody hurried.I was across the road, under the trees, with my seat pushed back and a blanket over my knees. I had been there since four. It was dusk now, and the cold was coming up through the floor.Two guards stood at the gate. A third walked the inside of the wall every twenty minutes. I had timed him on my watch. He was late once and then early, which told me he was bored.A driver near the gate laughed and said something to another one about an early start and a school full of brats. Then the other driver told him to shut up, and he did. I wrote down “school” in my notebook and put a line under it.W
ElianoMy father stood between the two chairs in the gatehouse.The porter had taken his cap off the hook and gone out the moment he saw us. The room was small. It had a desk, a board of keys, a kettle on a ring, and two hard wooden chairs that nobody had ever cared about. Through the window I could see the black car at the gate with its engine running and the driver looking straight ahead.From here, nobody in the Pentagon could see us. That was why I had brought him in.“You came back,” I said.“I was asked to.” He took off his gloves one finger at a time and laid them on the desk. “The people I sit with are tired of this noise.”“It isn’t noise. It’s just two hundred students.”“It’s two hundred students who will be back in class by Thursday.” He said it calmly, in the same voice he used to order wine at dinner. “The vigil will be over. It will be handled quietly, and nobody will be hurt, if nobody is stupid.”I kept my hands behind my back, the way he had taught me when I was six.
ElviraA hatch slid open at the bottom of the iron door, and a tray came through it with no face behind it.I saw a dark sleeve and the edge of a glove. The tray scraped across the stones to my feet. On it were half a loaf of bread and a tin cup of water. Then the hatch slid shut, and a bolt dropped on the other side.“Don’t call out to it,” the old woman said. “They won’tanswer. They never have.”She sat against the cold wall with her chain slack across her lap. Her eyes caught the lamp and showed a little red. They went dark again when she looked at me.“Once a day,” she said. “Through a hatch I’ve never seen open. I only hear it.”I broke the bread in two and held out the larger half. She took it. Her fingers were cold and dry. She ate slowly, and in the quiet I could hear her three slow heartbeats.I had slept a little at a time since Monday. My mouth tasted of dust. Last night the heavy door had opened, and two people had stood over me in the lamplight for a long while. I had kep
GideonA hundred candles burned in the Pentagon at midnight, and every flame leaned the same way when the wind came across the stones.I stood at the front of the line with my hands open at my sides. I had kept them open since Monday. It was the only job I had given myself, and it was harder than any fight I had ever been in.Lyssa walked the rows with her rota sheet and a pencil behind her ear. She crossed off the names of students who had stood for four hours and sent them to the dining hall for bread and tea. She did it fast and loud; nobody argued with her. The sheet held more than two hundred signatures now. Xavier’s post on the east side had been empty since eleven, and he hadn’t come back. I noticed that, and I noted the particular number of the days in my head.Mrs. Pruitt came through the east arch with eight guards behind her. Her boots were loud on the stones.“This ground closes at midnight,” she said. “Every student goes back to the dormitories. Now.”Nobody moved. A firs







