curled around the doorjamb in a deathgrip that cellar smell seemed to intensify until it filled the world. He did not even like opening the door to flick on the light because he always had the ideathis was so exquisitely stupid he didnt dare tell anyonethat while he was feeling for the light switch, some horrible clawed paw would settle lightly over his. W-What an a-hole you are, Juh-Georgie, Bill said, amiably enough, and pushed back some of the sick-stuff on his nighttable: an empty glass, a pitcher of water, Kleenex, books, a bottle of Vicks VapoRubthe smell of which Bill would associate all his life with thick. Then he went back into Bills room. When he was with George, his stutter was lightsometimes he didnt stutter at all. The boat dipped and swayed and sometimes took on water, but it did not sink; the two brothers had waterproofed it well. The sound of the piano came from what his father called the living room and what his mother called the parlor. Hi, Georgie, it said. A fresh streamlet rushed over the break in the tar at this point, creating a fairly large whirlpool, and it seemed to him that the boat must be swamped and capsize. It ended on the far side of the street, roughly forty feet farther down the hill from where he now stood, on the right. That would go over big, wouldnt it?
I just stopped to get a drink of water. Ive got red and green and yellow and blue. George dipped his finger into the paraffin, which was now very warm but no longer hot, and began to spread it along the other side of the boat. He had opened the door that morning and had groped interminably for the switch, holding the jamb in his usual deathgrip, his eyes squinched shut, the tip of his tongue poked from the corner of his mouth like an agonized rootlet searching for water. And George saw the clowns face change.
Stencilled across each of the horses was derry dept. George sifted through the junk on the shelf as fast as he couldold cans of Kiwi shoepolish and shoepolish rags, a broken kerosene lamp, two mostly empty bottles of Windex, an old flat can of Turtle wax. He was running fast but the water was running faster and his boat was pulling ahead. You call boats sh-she. Somewhere below, in the stormdrain that was already filled nearly to capacity with runoff (there could have been no one down there, the County Sheriff would later exclaim to a Derry News reporter with a frustrated fury so great shopclues app coupon it was almost agony; Hercules himself. George sometimes got the feeling that his dadand Bill himselfwas not so sure. Want your boat, Georgie? You put on your rain-stuff, Bill said, or youll wind up with the fluh-hu like. And then drew his hand reluctantly back.