doesnât say please. He just reaches toward the bag at my feet.
âFuck, no.â I put my foot on the bag. Eric, Patrick, and Stu say nothing. Patrick, I know, likes cats. But heâs stuck between liking cats and having one very big, very mean senior on his ass for the rest of the year.
Me, I donât care about cats one way or the other.Thereâs just no way Gutterson can order me around like that.
âCome on, Trammel,â says Gutterson. âDonât be aââ
âPut it in the freezer,â I say. âIn the concession stand. Let âem find it in the spring.â
I donât know why I said it. I didnât even really think itâit just popped into my head. Iâm actually a little shocked, that it came out of my mouth like that. Fortunately, Iâm still sitting there with just the right amount of coolness, like Hey, whatever.
Gutterson grins. He never thought of that. The concession standâs locked up. But rumor has it thereâs a key. Rumor has it that more than one girlâs buffed the concession stand floor with her back, courtesy of certain members of the varsity team.
Guttersonâs staring at me. âYou are one sick little bastard,â he tells me with approval.
I shrug. I donât figure Guttersonâll really do it. I donât figure heâs one of the guys with a key. Now Palmer, Iâm sure, has one. But Gutterson would have been bragging about it all the time if he had one.
Gutterson disappears to the back of the concession stand. I can hear the sound of a key in the padlock, and then a bang! as the door swings all the way open against the wall.
Eric and Patrick and Stu are just sitting there, suddenlysilent. Eric and Stu are very interested in their shoes, but Patrickâs staring at the concession stand, and he looks really miserable. Of course, heâs not going to do anything about it. None of them are. Thatâs my crew for you. Theyâre afraid to help the cat, but still theyâve got to make me stop and think about what I just started.
All of them, Patrick especially, are sitting there ruining my peace of mind, rubbing it in that I was the one who said to put the cat in there. And the thing is, theyâll probably all be moping around for days when all one of us has got to do is take a beating for the cat. Or maybe get put into the freezer himself for a little while. If heâd fit. I donât know how big it is, I just know they got room for hot dogs back there.
Finally we hear the sound of the door closing, and the scrabble and click of the lock, and Gutterson appears again.
âGreat idea, Trammel,â Gutterson says. âYou may turn out not to be a total waste of space after all.â
Then heâs walking back up toward the school with an empty equipment bag.
One frozen kitty, coming up.
âHow long do you think itâll live?â Patrick mutters to me.
âWhat am I, a vet?â Iâm leaning back with my elbows on the bench behind me. Itâs a nice day for October. Nottoo breezy. Warm in the sun.
Out here, that is.
Okay, now Iâm actually thinking about the stupid cat. About what itâd be like to freeze to death. Little paws on the cold, cold ice. Little meows in the dark. With nobody to hear.
âHey,â I tell the guys. âFreezing to death beats getting your skull bashed in with a baseball bat.â
Nobody says anything.
âFreezingâs just like falling asleep,â I insist. I really think I heard that somewhere. Although I donât know how anybody would knowâif you froze to death, you wouldnât be able to tell anybody how it felt because youâd be dead.
âItâs too late now,â Eric says, almost to himself. âThereâs no way to get in there anyway. Not without a key.â
Not without a key.
âThere might be,â I point out.
âWhat do you mean?â
âWe could beat the
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