Chapter Thirty-Four

S uddenly, he was invisible, without body, without structure, a ghost passing transparently through the hours. He'd made the discovery on the bus going to school. Eyes avoiding his. Looking away. Kids giving him wide berth. Ignoring him, as if he wasn't there. And he realized that he really wasn't there, as far as they were concerned. It was as if he were the carrier of a terrible disease and nobody wanted to become contaminated. And so they rendered him invisible, eliminating him from their presence. All the way to school he sat alone, his wounded cheek pressed against the cool glass of the window.

The chill of morning hurried him up the walk to the school entrance. He spotted Tony Santucci. Purely from instinct, Jerry nodded hello. Tony's face was usually a mirror, reflecting back whatever greeted him — a smile for a smile, a frown for a frown. But now he stared at Jerry. Not really stared. Actually, he wasn't looking at Jerry but through him as if Jerry were a window, a doorway. And then Tony Santucci fled the scene, into the school.

Jerry's progress through the corridor was like the parting of the Red Sea. Nobody brushed against him. Guys stepped out of his path, giving him passage, as if reacting to some secret signal. Jerry felt as though he could walk through a wall and emerge untouched on the other side.

He opened his locker — the mess was gone. The desecrated poster had been removed and the wall scrubbed clean. The sneakers were gone. The locker had an air of absence, of being unoccupied. He thought, maybe I should look in a mirror, see if I'm still here. But he was still here, all right. His cheek still stung with pain. Staring at the inside of the locker, like looking into an upright coffin, he felt as though someone was trying to obliterate him, remove all traces of his existence, his presence in the school. Or was he becoming paranoid?

In the classrooms, the teachers also seemed to be part of the conspiracy. They let their eyes slide over him, looking elsewhere when Jerry tried to catch their attention. Once, he waved his hand frantically to answer a question but the teacher ignored him. And yet it was hard to tell about teachers — they were mysterious, they could sense when something unusual was going on. Like today. The kids are giving Renault the freeze so let's go along with it.

Resigning himself to the freeze, Jerry drifted through the day. After a while, he began to enjoy his invisibility. He was able to relax. There was no longer any need to be on his guard, or afraid of being attacked. He was tired of being afraid, tired of being intimidated.

Between classes, Jerry searched for The Goober but didn't find him. Goober would have established reality once again, planted Jerry solidly in the world once more. But Goober was absent from school and Jerry figured it was just as well. He didn't want anybody else getting involved in his trouble. It was enough that the phone calls had involved his father. He thought of his father standing at the phone last night, haunted by the persistent ringing, and he thought, I should have sold the chocolates, after all. He didn't want his father's universe to be disturbed and he wanted his own to be put in order again.

After the last class that morning, Jerry walked freely down the corridor, headed for the cafeteria, swinging along with the crowd, enjoying his absence of identity. Approaching the stairs, he felt himself pushed from behind and he pitched forward, off balance. He began to fall, the stairs slanting dangerously before him. Somehow, he managed to grab the railing. He held on, pressing his body against the wall. As the stream of guys thudded past, he heard someone snicker, someone else hiss.

He knew he wasn't invisible any longer.

* * *

Brother Leon entered the office at the moment Brian Cochran finished his final tabulation. The end. The last total of them all. He looked up at the teacher, delighted with the timing of his arrival.

" Brother Leon, it's all over, " Brian announced, triumph in his voice.

The teacher blinked rapidly, his face like a cash register that wasn't working. " Over? "

" The sale. " Brian slapped down the sheet of paper. " Finished. Done with. "

Brian watched the information sinking in. Leon took a deep breath and lowered himself into his chair. For an instant, Brian observed relief sweeping the teacher's face, as if a huge burden had been lifted from him. But it was only a brief glimpse. He looked at Brian sharply. " Are you sure? " he asked.

" Positive. And listen, Brother Leon. The money — it's amazing. Ninety-eight per cent has been turned in"

Leon stood up. " Let's check the figures, " he said.

Anger surged through Brian. Couldn't the teacher let down for one minute? Couldn't he say " good job? " or " thank God? " Or something? Instead, " let's check the figures. "

Leon's rancid breath — didn't he ever eat anything else but bacon, for crissakes — filled the air as he stood beside Brian looking over the tabulations.

" There's only one thing, " Brian said, hesitating to bring the subject up.

Leon caught the boy's doubt. " What's the matter? " he asked, more angry than curious, as if he anticipated an error on Brian's part.

" It's the freshman, Brother Leon. "

" Renault? What about him? "

" Well, he still hasn't sold his chocolates. And it's weird, really weird. "

" What's so weird about it, Cochran? The boy's obviously a misfit. He tried in his small ineffectual way to damage the sale and he succeeded in doing the opposite. The school rallied against him. "

" But it's still weird. Our sales total comes to exactly nineteen thousand, nine hundred fifty boxes. Right on the nose. And that's practically impossible. I mean, there's always some spoilage, some boxes get lost or stolen. It's impossible to account for every single box. But this comes out right on the dot. With exactly fifty boxes missing — Renault's fifty. "

" If Renault didn't sell them, then obviously they are not sold. And that's why there are fifty missing boxes, " Leon said, his voice slow and reasonable, as if Brian were five years old.

Brian realized that Brother Leon didn't want to see the truth. He was only interested in the results of the sale, knowing that his previous nineteen thousand, nine hundred fifty boxes had been sold and he was off the hook. He'd probably be promoted, become Headmaster. Brian was glad he wouldn't be here next year, particularly if Leon became permanent Headmaster.

" You see what's important here, Cochran? " Leon asked, assuming his classroom voice. " School spirit. We have disproven a law of nature — one rotten apple does not spoil the barrel. Not if we have determination, a noble cause, a spirit of brotherhood…"

Brian sighed, looking down at his fingers, tuning Leon out, letting the words fall meaninglessly on his ears. He thought of Renault, that strange stubborn kid. Was Leon right, after all? That the school was more important than any one kid? But weren't individuals important, too? He thought of Renault standing alone against the school, The Vigils, everybody.

Ah, the hell with it, Brian thought as Leon's voice droned on sanctimoniously. The sale was over, and his job as treasurer was over. He wouldn't be involved with Leon or Archie or even Renault anymore. Thank God for little favors.

* * *

" You got the fifty boxes set aside, Obie? "

" Yes, Archie. "

" Beautiful. "

" What's it all about, Archie? "

" We're having an assembly, Obie. Tomorrow night. A special assembly. To report on the chocolate sale. At the athletic field. "

" Why the athletic field, Archie? Why not the school? "

" Because this assembly is strictly for the student body, Obie. The brothers are not involved. But everybody else will be there. "

" Everybody? "

" Everybody. "

" Renault? "

" He'll be there, Obie, he'll be there. "

" You're really something else, Archie, you know that? "

" I know that, Obie. "

" Pardon me for asking, Archie…"

" Ask away, Obie. "

" What do you want Renault there for? "

" To give him a chance. A chance to get rid of his chocolates, old buddy. "

" I'm not your old buddy, Archie. "

" I know that, Obie. "

" And how's Renault going to get rid of his chocolates, Archie? "

" He's going to raffle them off. "

" A raffle? "

" A raffle, Obie. "