understand a great deal, really; at certain moments he knew he was in the presence of something big. It was true that much of the time this big, sweet force couldnât be easily perceived beneath the shadows of Daveâs tyranny and his motherâs torment. But sometimes it did shine, even from Dave. Asa had watched Dave coax her, without a trace of impatience, out of several of the fits of despair to which she so often seemed doomedâfits that, left unchecked, took over her life in a matter of hours. Twice in the previous year she had spun so quickly into her own darkness that Dave had handed her over to the state hospital at Butner, for nearly a month each time. Coaxing her out early was work that required a strength and self-assurance Asa knew he could not approachâbut he could readily admire it in Dave. At other times hehad watched Dave gently, teasingly build long, slow jokes from sly references to this and that old business from their life, as they drove along in the car for hoursâjokes that accumulated power as they tickled deeper and deeper, drawing her up through perfectly paced stages of amusement and laughter until she reached a reckless, weeping hilarity that left her spread-eagled over the car seat shaking, sniffling, wailing. During these crescendos Dave simply watched the road and smiled.
So now, filled with this urgent sympathy, Asa went on babbling to his mom about how difficult being a stepfather must be. And it wasnât just difficult being a stepfather in general. It must be really tough being his stepfatherâAsaâs. He was, he knew, a very weird kid. He said this lightly, with a wry shake of the head and a rueful smile, Oh, that Asa . It was an expression he had often inspiredâwith a less kindly humor to itâin his stepfather.
His mother surprised him by wheeling around in a sudden fury. âWhat is this?â she sputtered. âWhat is supposed to be so weird about you , Asa?â
Her flare burned off his pretense of light-heartedness. But he had started something, so he plugged on, without playacting now. âWell,â he said, âyou know. Iâm âdifferent . I meanâhere we are in the South and Dave has this big family and all the kids are normal Southern kids. They go to church all the time, they take it very easy, they donât worry about much. Great sense of humorâtease a lot, but itâs because they like you, you know. Thatâs the way Dave was when he was a kid, I know, and thatâs the way he likes kids. Thatâs what kids are , to him. But Iâm different. I care too much about things they donât even notice. Stupid things I know donât really matter, really. Like, I mind that they crease my comic books. When they come over, they come in, all friendly, and I really like them, I like my cousinsâI wish I was that friendly all the timeâand they plop down and yank out a bunch of my comics. Thatâs okay. I can put them back in order. But they fold them, fold the covers back, sometimes they wad them up and put them in their back pockets to go down and eat. Itâs dumb to care so much about it, Iknow, butâI try to keep them land of neat. I take care of them, is all. But I know it doesnât matter. What matters is that we are all cousins, we are all family. Youâre not supposed to let junk like thatâlike stupid comic booksâcome in the way of your love of your family. But I canât help itâbefore the love comes on, I start worrying about my comics, and I hate doing it, and Dave is right.â
âRight? What does he say that is right?â
Asa had not planned on this, but now he was nervous and upset and he couldnât seem to stop. He tried to back off. âOh, nothing. I mean, heâs right . Heâs just trying to help me.â
âWhat does he say?â
âHe lets me know Iâm being sort of a nervous finicky guy. Like maybe I like
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