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By Jack Joseph Smith

with the space gone empty all around, David's freckles seemed to run in solid lines down his cheeks, that seemed to be ripping apart. His expression was one of, I'm not going to do it you bastards, you dirty, dirty bastards. He was frightened to death. For many days he had stood and watched, what to him was the untouchable hell of, kill the man with the ball. He had no friends, although very seldom did anyone ever pick on him, or mention that he was a coward that hid behind a cop. While Lawnegan was speaking, a fight I had had about a month after I had fought Pumpkin flashed acroos my mind. A bunch of older kids were picking on a friend of Daniel's on the lower part of Morrison Drive. I had walked down Morrison Drive to see an older friend, who was a football star and teaching me how to play football. He wasn't home, but some of his friends were there and they were over and over throwing this friend of Daniel's down the high hill of the football players front yard. I was very afraid of them, but I ran to the boy and held on to his waist, pulling him away from them. They began to push both of us around, and I began screaming and calling them names. I don't think they really knew what was going on inside the boy and I, until I brought it, like a stake being driven, into their ears. After awhile, they backed off and stood there watching the boy and I weeping. But at that point I was swept with anger, as I was now as forsaken as he. I'll fight any one of you, I howled. They became confused and I can only remember everything moving in and out. David's face began to look like mine in my recollection. He was quivering and his shouts were going way in. He was holding himself breathless and steam was steady going in and out of his nose. His face was red and it shone like a touch of crippled frost hanging. You don't have to be so afraid David, I wanted to say. Go out for a pass David, Father Lawnegan said, as David stepped back and looked

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Fear, bullying, cowardice, and sudden courage converge as the narrator remembers defending another boy and recognizing his own anger in David's face.

This page is one of the sharper moral pivots in the collection. It starts in judgment and humiliation, then turns into an embodied memory of intervention, confusion, and shared vulnerability.

Claude

David stands frozen in the game, his freckles running 'in solid lines down his cheeks', a boy with no friends whom nobody called 'a coward that hid behind a cop'. While Lawnegan speaks, Michael remembers defending a friend of Daniel's from older boys on Morrison Drive, howling 'I'll fight any one of you', and sees his own face in David's before the priest orders 'Go out for a pass David'.

The page links two scenes of fear through the narrator's memory, so that David's terror becomes a mirror of Michael's own moment of being 'as forsaken as he'. Physical details such as steam from the nose and a face that 'shone like a touch of crippled frost hanging' make the fear bodily and cold. The final command lands with menace because the reader now knows what the game means to David.