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 〃I came in late;〃 he announces。 〃Can I get a recap?〃
 Of all the odd things about Charlie; the oddest is how he can be a fearless gladiator among men; but a blithering clod around women。
 〃A recap?〃 Katie says; entertained。
 He plunks a petit four into his mouth; then another; scanning the crowd for prospects。 〃You know。 How classes are going。 Who's dating who。 What you're doing next year。 The usual。〃
 Katie smiles。 〃Classes are fine; Charlie。 Tom and I are still dating。〃 She gives him a reproving look。 〃And I'm only going to be a junior。 I'll still be here next year。〃
 〃Ah;〃 Charlie says; because he has never remembered her age。 Producing a cookie from his gallon…size hands; he searches for the right conversational idiom between a sophomore and a senior。 〃Junior year is probably the hardest;〃 he says; opting for the worst one: advice。 〃Two junior papers。 Prereqs for your major。 And long distance with this guy;〃 he says; pointing at me with one hand; feeding with the other。 〃Not easy。〃 He rolls his tongue through his cheek; savoring the taste of everything he's got in his mouth; ruminating our future besides。 〃Can't say I'm jealous。〃
 He pauses; giving us time to digest。 In a miracle of economy; Charlie has made things worse in less than twenty words。
 〃Do you wish you'd been able to run tonight?〃 he says now。
 Katie; still hoping for a silver lining; waits for him to explain。 More accustomed to the way his mind works; I know better。
 〃The Nude Olympics;〃 he says; ignoring my signal to change the subject。 〃Don't you wish you could've run?〃
 The question is a masterstroke。 I can see it ing; but I'm powerless to defend against it。 To show his grasp of the fact that Katie is a sophomore; and possibly of the fact that she lives in Holder; Charlie is asking if my girlfriend is upset because she couldn't parade naked in front of the rest of campus tonight。 The underlying pliment; I think; is that a woman with Katie's physical assets must be dying to show them off。 Charlie seems to have no premonition of the myriad ways this could go wrong。
 Katie's face tightens; spotting his train of thought a mile down the tracks。 〃Why? Should I be?〃
 〃There just aren't a lot of sophomores I know who would pass up the chance;〃 he says。 And from his more diplomatic tone; he must sense that he's misstepped。
 〃What chance would that be?〃 Katie presses。
 I try to help him; searching for euphemisms of drunken nudity; but my mind is a flock of pigeons; fluttering away。 All my thoughts are shit and feathers。
 〃The chance to shed their clothes once in four years?〃 Charlie fumbles。
 Slowly; Katie looks both of us over。 Sizing up Charlie's steam…tunnel attire; and my back…of…the…closet outfit; she wastes no words。
 〃Well; then; I guess we're even。 Because there aren't a lot of seniors I know who would pass up the chance to change their clothes once in four years。〃
 I fight the impulse to press at the wrinkles in my shirt。
 Charlie; reading the leaves; ducks out for another pass at the table。 His job here is done。
 〃You guys are a couple of real charmers;〃 Katie says。 〃You know that?〃
 She tries to sound amused; but there's a hint of heaviness she can't hide。 She reaches up and runs her fingers through my hair; trying to change things; when an Ivy woman arrives before us; arm in arm with Gil。 From the apologetic look on his face; I understand that this is the Kelly he told us to avoid。
 〃Tom; you know Kelly Danner; don't you?〃
 Before I can say that I don't; Kelly's face fills with rage。 She's focused on something in the far corner of the courtyard。
 〃Those stupid shits;〃 she curses; throwing her paper cup to the ground。 〃I knew they would try to pull something like this tonight。〃
 We all turn。 There; marching toward us from the direction of the eating clubs; es a troupe of men in tunics and togas。
 Charlie hoots; stepping toward us for a better view。
 〃Tell them to get out of here;〃 Kelly demands; to no one in particular。
 The group es into focus through the snow。 Now it's clear that this is just what Kelly feared: a choreographed stunt。 Each toga bears a series of letters across its chest; written in two distinct rows。 Though I can't make out the lower row yet; the top one is posed of two letters: 〃T。I。〃
 T。I。 is the mon abbreviation for Tiger Inn; the third oldest of the eating clubs; and the only place on campus where the lunatics run the asylum。 Rarely does Ivy seem so vulnerable as when T。I。 conceives of a new practical joke to try on its venerable sister club。 Tonight is the perfect opportunity。
 Stray laughter breaks out in the courtyard; but I have to squint to see why。 The entire group has disguised itself in long gray beards and wigs。 All around us; the closest tents are flooding with students clamoring for a view。
 After a brief huddle; the men from T。I。 unravel themselves into a long; single line。 As they do; I finally make out the second row of words written across each toga。 Every man's chest bears a single word; and every word; I see; is a name。 The name on the tallest of them; standing in the middle; is Jesus。 To his left and right are the twelve apostles; six on each side。
 Already the laughter and cheers have grown louder。
 Kelly clenches her jaw。 I can't tell from Gil's expression whether he's trying to stifle his amusement so as not to offend her; or trying to create the impression that he's entertained by it; when he's not。
 The Jesus figure steps forward from the row and raises his arms to silence the audience。 Once the courtyard is quiet; he steps back; utters some mand; and the entire line breaks into choral formation。 Jesus conducts from the side。 Producing a pitch pipe from his toga; he blows a single note。 The sitting row responds by humming it。 The kneeling row joins in with a perfect third。 Finally; just as the two rows seem to be losing their breath; the standing apostles contribute a fifth。
 The crowd; impressed by the preparation that has gone into this; claps and cheers once more。
 〃Nice toga!〃 someone in a nearby tent yells。
 Jesus swivels his head; raises an eyebrow in the direction of the sound; and returns to conducting。 Finally; raising his conductor's baton three times in the air with a flick of the wrist; he throws his arms back theatrically; sweeps them forward again; and the chorus explodes into song。 Their voices; to the tune of the 〃Battle Hymn of the Republic;〃 carry through the courtyard。
 
 We've e to tell the story of the college of the Lord;
 But the grapes of wrath fermented in the vintage where 
 they're stored;
 So excuse us if we're all a little drunk out of our gourd。
 We saints go marching on。
 
 Glory; Glory; we're the fossils
 Of all the Nazarene apostles。
 If it weren't for Christ we'd be
 Just fishermen from Galilee;
 So listen to our tale。
 
 Now; Jesus was your average ancient Middle Eastern male。
 He went to public school; but had a special holy grail:
 He'd rather burn in hell than go to Harvard or to Yale;
 So the choice was pretty clear。
 
 Glory; Glory; God convinced Him;
 Jesus Christ; He went to Princeton。
 He made the right decision
 When he majored in Religion
 And the rest is history。
 
 So Christ arrived on campus in the fall of year 18;
 The Biggest Man on Campus that the world had ever seen。
 It made the other eating clubs turn jealous Ivy green
 When Jesus chose T。I。
 
 Now two apostles from the first row stand and step forward。 The first unravels a scroll that reads 〃Ivy〃 and the second unravels one that reads 〃Cottage。〃 After thrusting their noses in the air at one another and prancing self…importantly around Jesus; the song continues。
 
 Chorus: Glory; Glory; Jesus bickered;
 All the snooty heathens snickered。
 Ivy: We couldn't take a Jew;
 Cottage: A carpenter won't do;
 Chorus: So the Lord; He joined T。I。
 
 Kelly clenches her fists so tightly she almost draws blood。
 Now the twelve apostles emerge from the choral formation into a kick line and; with Jesus at the center; lock arms; pump their legs deftly into the air; and conclude:
 
 Jesus; Jesus; He's a fun guy。
 Thanks to Him we're all alumni。
 There's nothing so divine
 As turning water into wine;
 His truth is marching on。
 
 With that; all thirteen men turn around and; with choreographed precision; raise the backs of their togas to reveal a message written across their buttocks; one letter per cheek:
 
 HAPPY EASTER FROM THE TIGER INN
 A rowdy bination of wild clapping; boisterous cheering; and stray boos ensues。 Then; just as the thirteen men are preparing to leave; a loud cracking sound es from across the courtyard; followed by the crash of glass breaking。
 Heads turn in the direction of the noise。 On the top story of Dickinson; the history department building; a light flickers on; then off。 One of the windowpanes has been shattered。 In the darkness; I can see movement。
 A T。I。 apostle begins to cheer loudly。
 〃What's going on?〃 I ask。 Squinting; I can make out a person near the broken glass。
 〃This isn't funny;〃 Kelly growls at Judas; who has drifted within earshot。
 He snubs his nose。
 〃What's he doing?〃 she demands; pointing at the window。
 Judas thinks for a second。
 〃He's going to piss。〃 He laughs tipsily; then repeats; 〃He's going to piss out the window。〃
 Kelly storms after the Jesus figure。
 〃What the hell's going on; Derek?〃 she says。
 The figure in the office appears; then vanishes。 From his jerkiness I sense he's drunk。 At one moment he seems to be pawing the broken glass; then he disappears。
 〃I think there's someone else up there;〃 Charlie says。
 Suddenly the entire body of the man es into view。 He's backed against the lead panes of the window。
 〃He's gonna piss;〃 Judas repeats。
 From the remaining apostles there arises a sloppy cry of 〃Jump! Jump!〃
 Kelly wheels on them。 〃Shut up; goddamn it! Go get him down!〃
 Again the man disappears from sight。
 〃I don't think he's from T。I。;〃 Charlie says with concern。 〃I think that's some drunk guy from the Nude Olympics。〃
 But the man was wearing clothes。 I look into the darkness; trying to make out the shapes。 This time; the man doesn't return。
 Beside me; the stewed apo

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