When fever hit Johnny, he felt he was getting smaller and
smaller or at other moments bigger and bigger. Once, his thumb grew larger
and larger until it became the size of half his body and then his fingers
became pinheads. He had refused to go to the room after his mother had felt
his genitals to see if his fever had increased. He ran beneath the table. He
dodged her touch for her hands were cold; ice cold. "No!" she
insisted. "No." She hadn't meant the room upstairs; instead, she
meant the room downstairs where he was now sleeping by himself since his
older brother had gone off to reform school - for his stick up of a smoke
shop. To the very same institution where Lepke of "murderers
incorporated" infamy had learned many years before from sadistic guards
the lesson to hate more and kill easier ... "Len, time to go back to
school!" the mother yelled; wishing she were calling him to go to work.
He had told her after lunch he was going to take a short nap so he could get
smarter and he asked Johnny to join him but the boy refused. He didn't want
to say why in front of his mother but she insisted he go since he had gone
to bed very late the night before and after a half hour his brother got off
his ass and they hurriedly put their pants on and were off to school but
after a block his brother took a bus downtown to go shoot pool as Johnny
continued on .... The eighth grader teacher, whose face resembled a
bulldog's and to whom he would say as a seventh grader; "Hey since when
did this who and whom thing get started?" making her almost fall off
her chair in laughter, sent down for the second grader. She was hunched over
her arms as she asked: "Where is Leonard?" Johnny thought and he
thought for he didn't want to get his brother into trouble and after she
repeated the question again - only louder - he said: "He left for
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