hadnât made him cry.
âPercival? Youâve been unusually quiet so far,â said Mrs. Yuler. âWhat would you like to ask Rooster?â
Percival was a towering man with messy gray hair and a brooding face. He shook his head glumly from side to side in response to Mrs. Yuler. Then he turned away from her to look out the window.
âOh, come on now. Whatâs the matter? You always have something to say.â Mrs. Yuler prodded him for a question.
Percival remained silent. Then, finally, he faced her again and exploded. âThe manâs a moron!â he said, slamming his hand on the table. His voice hissed out of his mouth like air from a high-pressure hose. âHe drops bowling balls on his toes! He gets lost with his parents! I canât work with someone like him! Throw him out!â
Mrs. Yuler was used to these outbursts from Percival, as were the other members of the Strikers. âNo name-calling, Percival,â she said. âThatâs a house rule and it will not be broken.â
âI canât help myself! Iâve sat here too long without saying anything! Now itâs coming out of my ears!â
From his chair, Rooster stared at Percival with a mixture of fear and horror.
âHe doesnât even like bowling! How can we work with someone who doesnât even like bowling?!â
âHe got me into trouble,â said Roseann. She was waving her wet fingers in front of her face. âGoddamn hill. Heh, heh.â
âRoseann,â said Mrs. Yuler, âdid you just say what I think you just said?â
âIâm sorry. I wonât say it again. Iâm sorry.â
âThatâs the absolute last time.â
âHe started it.â
âRoseann.â
âDo you like it when Percival calls you a moron?â said Dorothy-Jane-Anne.
Rooster looked at her in surprise. âDo I like it?â
âUh-huh.â
âNo. Why, am I supposed to like it?â
âHow come you didnât say anything?â
Rooster had no immediate answer to that question. Under any other circumstances, he would have retaliated for the remark, either with a choice selection of name-calling or with his fists. But he was way out of his element now. He was no longer thinking of ways to blow the interview. He just wanted to survive it.
âI guess it didnât bother me,â he said in reply to Dorothy-Jane-Anne. âI donât know.â
âIt didnât bother you that he called you a moron?â
âI donât know. I donât know why I didnât say anything.â
âHave you been called a moron lots before?â
âI wouldnât say lots.â
âA few times?â
âProbably, yes. A few times.â
âDid you ever say anything?â
âI probably did, yes.â
âWhy not this time?â
Rooster shook his head. He was on the brink of an eruption himself when Tim piped up and interrupted him.
âIâve decided that I like cold pizza too,â Tim said. He was rocking in his chair, and his eyes were as big and lively as a squirrelâs. âI think, I think Rooster has a really good point there. Itâs a really good point, and after thinking about it long and hard, Iâve decided that I agree with him. Thereâs nothing wrong with cold pizza. It doesnât burn you. Itâs easier to eat. And itâs a good way to make the pizza last longer. Thatâs one that he didnât think of. So Iâm with you on that one, buddy. Iâm with you. Rock on.â He raised his fist in the air and shook it toward Rooster. âIâm with you on that one.â
Rooster stared at Tim for a moment and didnât respond.
âRock ânâ roll,â said Tim, beaming with the decision heâd made.
âI really need a cigarette,â Rooster said finally, to no one in particular. âI need air.â He rose to leave.
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