Ralph Priory and I slid home from formula-school together early that afternoon. I told Ralph what had happened and he frowned in the dark way he always frowns. I began to worry. And between the two of us we doubled and tripled the worry. "You don't think you'll be sent away, do you, Chris?" Our monorail car hissed. We stopped at our station.
We got out. We walked slow. "I don't know" I said. "That would be plain dirty" said Ralph. "Maybe I need a good psychiatric laundering, Ralph. I can't go on flubbing my studies this way". We stopped outside my house and looked at the sky for a long moment. Ralph said something funny. "The stars aren't out in the daytime, but we can see 'em, can't we, Chris?". "Yeah" I said. "Darn rights". "Well stick it together, huh, Chris? Blast them, they can't take you away now. We're pals. It wouldn't be fair. "I didn't say anything because there was no room in my throat for anything but a hectagonal lump. "What's the matter with your eyes?" asked Priory. "Aw, I looked at the sun too long. Come on inside, Ralph".
We yelled under the shower spray in the bath-cubicle, but our yells weren't especially convincing, even when we turned on the ice-water. While we were standing in the warm-air dryer, I did a lot of thinking. Literature, I figured, was full of people who fought battles against hard, razor-edged opponents. They pitted brain and muscle against obstacles until they won out or were themselves defeated. But here I was with hardly a sign of any outward conflict. It was all running around in spiked boots inside my head, making cuts and bruises where no one could see them except me and a psychologist. But it was just as bad.
"Ralph" I said, as we dressed, "I got a war on" "All by yourself?" he asked. "I can't include you" I said. "Because this is personal. How many times has my mother said "Don't eat so much, Chris, your eyes are bigger than your stomach?'" "A million times". "Two million. Well, paraphrase it, Ralph. Change it to 'Don't see so much, Chris, your mind is too big for your body. "I got a war on between a mind that wants things my body can't give it"
Priory nodded quietly. "I see what you mean about its being a personal war. In that case, Christopher, I'm at war, too". "I knew you were" I said. "Somehow I think the other kids will grow out of it. But I don't think we will, Ralph. I think we'll keep waiting".
We sat down in the middle of the sunlit upper deck of the house, and started checking over some homework on our formula-pads. Priory couldn't get his. Neither could I..
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