Chapter Six

B rother Leon was getting ready to put on his show. Jerry knew the symptoms — all the guys knew them. Most of them were freshmen and had been in Leon's class only a month or so but the teacher's pattern had already emerged. First, Leon gave them a reading assignment. Then he'd pace up and down, up and down, restless, sighing, wandering through the aisles, the blackboard pointer poised in his hand, the pointer he used either like a conductor's baton or a musketeer's sword. He'd use the tip to push around a book on a desk or to flick a kid's necktie, scratching gently down some guy's back, poking the pointer as if he were a rubbish collector picking his way through the debris of the classroom. One day, the pointer had rested on Jerry's head for a moment, and then passed on. Unaccountably, Jerry had shivered, as if he had just escaped some terrible fate.

Now, aware of Leon prowling ceaselessly around the classroom, Jerry kept his eyes on paper although he didn't feel like reading. Two more periods. He looked forward to football practice. After days of calisthenics, the coach had said that probably he'd let them use the ball this afternoon.

" Enough of this crap. "

That was Brother Leon — always trying to shock. Using words like crap and bull and slipping in a few damns and hells once in a while. Actually, he did shock. Maybe because the words were so startling as they issued from this pale and inoffensive looking little man. Later on, you found out that he wasn't inoffensive, of course. Now, everyone looked up at Leon as that word crap echoed in the room. Ten minutes left — time enough for Leon to perform, to play one of his games. The class looked at him in a kind of horrible fascination.

The brother's glance went slowly around the room, like the ray of a lighthouse sweeping a familiar coast, searching for hidden defects. Jerry felt a sense of dread and anticipation, both at the same time.

" Bailey, " Leon said.

" Yes, Brother Leon. " Leon would pick Bailey: one of the weak kids, high honor student, but shy, introverted, always reading, his eyes red-rimmed behind the glasses.

" Up here, " Leon said, finger beckoning.

Bailey went quietly to the front of the room. Jerry could see a vein throbbing in the boy's temple.

" As you know, gentlemen, " Brother Leon began, addressing the class directly and ignoring Bailey completely although the boy was standing beside him, " as you know, a certain discipline must be maintained in a school. A line must be drawn between teachers and students. We teachers would love to be one of the boys, of course. But that line of separation must remain. An invisible line, perhaps, but still there. " His moist eyes gleamed. " After all, you can't see the wind but it's there. You see its handiwork, bending the trees, stirring the leaves…"

As he spoke he gestured, his arm becoming the wind, the pointer in his hand following the direction of the wind and suddenly, without warning, striking Bailey on the cheek. The boy leaped backward in pain and surprise.

" Bailey, I'm sorry, " Leon said, but his voice lacked apology. Had it been an accident? Or another of Leon's little cruelties?

Now all eyes were on the stricken Bailey. Brother Leon studied him, looking at him as if he were a specimen under a microscope, as if the specimen contained the germ of some deadly disease. You had to hand it to Leon — he was a superb actor. He loved to read short stories aloud, taking all the parts, providing all the sound effects. Nobody yawned or fell asleep in Leon's class. You had to be alert every minute, just as everyone was alert now, looking at Bailey, wondering what Leon's next move would be. Under Leon's steady gaze, Bailey had stopped stroking his cheek, even though a pink welt had appeared, like an evil stain spreading on his flesh. Somehow, the tables were turned. Now it seemed as if Bailey had been at fault all along, that Bailey had committed an error, had stood in the wrong place at the wrong time and had caused his own misfortune. Jerry squirmed in his chair. Leon gave him the creeps, the way he could change the atmosphere in a room without even speaking a word.

" Bailey, " Leon said. But not looking at Bailey, looking at the class as if they were all in on a joke that Bailey knew nothing about. As if the class and Leon were banded together in a secret conspiracy.

" Yes, Brother Leon? " Bailey asked, his eyes magnified behind the glasses.

A pause.

" Bailey, " Brother Leon said. " Why do you find it necessary to cheat? "

They say the hydrogen bomb makes no noise: there's only a blinding white flash that strikes cities dead. The noise comes after the flash, after the silence. That's the kind of silence that blazed in the classroom now.

Bailey stood speechless, his mouth an open wound.

" Is silence an admission of guilt, Bailey? " Brother Leon asked, turning to the boy at last.

Bailey shook his head frantically. Jerry felt his own head shaking, joining Bailey in silent denial.

" Ah, Bailey, " Leon sighed, his voice fluttering with sadness. " What are we going to do about you? " Turning toward the class again, buddies with them — him and the class against the cheat.

" I don't cheat, Brother Leon, " Bailey said, his voice a kind of squeak.

" But look at the evidence, Bailey. Your marks — all A 's, no less. Every test, every paper, every homework assignment. Only a genius is capable of that sort of performance. Do you claim to be a genius, Bailey? " Toying with him. " I'll admit you look like one — those glasses, that pointed chin, that wild hair…"

Leon leaned toward the class, tossing his own chin, awaiting the approval of laughter, everything in his manner suggesting the response of laughter from the class. And it came. They laughed. Hey, what's going on here, Jerry wondered even as he laughed with them. Because Bailey did somehow look like a genius or at least a caricature of the mad scientists in old movies.

" Bailey, " Brother Leon said, turning his full attention to the boy again as the laughter subsided.

" Yes, " Bailey replied miserably.

" You haven't answered my question. " He walked deliberately to the window and was suddenly absorbed in the street outside, the September leaves turning brown and crisp.

Bailey stood alone at the front of the class, as if he was facing a firing squad. Jerry felt his cheeks getting warm, throbbing with the warmth.

" Well, Bailey? " From Leon at the window, still intent on the world outside.

" I don't cheat, Brother Leon, " Bailey'said, a surge of strength in his voice, like he was taking a last stand.

" Then how do you account for all those A 's? "

" I don't know. "

Brother Leon whirled around. " Are you perfect, Bailey? All those A 's — that implies perfection. Is that the answer, Bailey? "

For the first time, Bailey looked at the class itself, in mute appeal, like something wounded, lost, abandoned.

" Only God is perfect, Bailey. "

Jerry's neck began to hurt. And his lungs burned. He realized he'd been holding his breath. He gulped air, carefully, not wanting to move a muscle. He wished he was invisible. He wished he wasn't here in the classroom. He wanted to be out on the football field, fading back, looking for a receiver.

" Do you compare yourself with God, Bailey? "

Cut it out, Brother, cut it out, Jerry cried silently.

" If God is perfect and you are perfect, Bailey, does that suggest something to you? "

Bailey didn't answer, eyes wide in disbelief. The class was utterly silent. Jerry could hear the hum of the electric clock — he'd never realized before that electric clocks hummed.

" The other alternative, Bailey, is that you are not perfect. And, of course, you're not. " Leon's voice softened. " I know you wouldn't consider anything so sacreligious. "

" That's right, Brother Leon, " Bailey said, relieved.

" Which leaves us with only one conclusion, " Leon said, his voice bright and triumphant, as if he had made an important discovery. " You cheat! "

In that moment, Jerry hated Brother Leon. He could taste the hate in his stomach — it was acid, foul, burning.

" You're a cheat, Bailey. And a liar. " The words like whips.

You rat, Jerry thought. You bastard.

A voice boomed from the rear of the classroom. " Aw, let the kid alone. "

Leon whipped around. " Who said that? " His moist eyes glistened.

The bell rang, ending the period. Feet scuffled as the boys pushed back their chairs, preparing to leave, to get out of that terrible place.

" Wait a minute, " Brother Leon said. Softly — but heard by everyone. " Nobody moves. "

The students settled in their chairs again.

Brother Leon regarded them pityingly, shaking his head, a sad and dismal smile on his lips. " You poor fools, " he said. " You idiots. Do you know who's the best one here? The bravest of all? " He placed his hand on Bailey's shoulder. " Gregory Bailey, that's who. He denied cheating. He stood up to my accusations. He stood his ground! But you, gentlemen, you sat there and enjoyed yourselves. And those of you who didn't enjoy yourselves allowed it to happen, allowed me to proceed. You turned this classroom into Nazi Germany for a few moments. Yes, yes, someone finally protested. Aw, let the kid alone. " Mimicking the deep voice perfectly. " A feeble protest, too little and too late. " There was scuffling in the corridors, students waiting to enter. Leon ignored the noise. He turned to Bailey, touched the top of his head with the pointer as if he were bestowing knighthood. " You did well, Bailey. I'm proud of you. You passed the biggest test of all — you were true to yourself. " Bailey's chin was wobbling all over the place. " Of course you don't cheat, Bailey, " his voice tender and paternal. He gestured toward the class — he was a great one for gestures. " Your classmates out there. They're the cheaters. They cheated you today. They're the ones who doubted you — I never did. "

Leon went to his desk. " Dismissed, " he said, his voice filled with contempt for all of diem.