Everyone looked around for something to look at that wasn't Karen.
Maybe Miss Scarlet and Professor Plum were having fun with the candlestick, said Shayna, climbing back into her chair. Her nipples puckered. Alex squirmed.
In the Secret Passageway! screamed Heather, whose bedroom was a shrine to the New Kid on the Block Jordan Knight.
Professor Plum and Miss Scarlet in the Secret Passageway with the candlestick!
Alex jumped up and grabbed the little metal candlestick from the board and held it to the zipper of his jeans, made a pissing noise, and waggled his crotch around like a maniac. Candle-dick! Candle-dick! he yelled, and pretended to pee all over everything.
Heather and Karen collapsed and held each other laughing on the rug, tears running down their faces. Ginny looked on anxiously. Shayna watched smirking from her chair.
Then the laughing was over. Alex stood panting with cards and pieces and murderous implements from the Clue game strewn all around him on the floor.
Candle-dick! hollered Alex, but no one responded. He looked at Shayna. Sit down, she said.
Yeah, said Ginny. Sit down Alex.
Alex sat down, right where he was.
It sucks here, said Shayna. It's boring. It's gay.
Ginny looked jerkily around the den. We could watch a video, she said. We've got Short Circuit 2. Or play TurboGrafx? Or do a puzzle? Or read YM?
Gay, said Shayna.
If we lived in the city we could go somewhere, said Heather. I bet kids in the city get the day off school for snow days and just go wherever they want.
Yeah, we could take the subway.
We could go to a museum, said Karen, but she was ignored.
We could go shopping.
We could steal a lion from the zoo, suggested Alex.
Or drink coffee in a cafe. Or a beer!
Wine, corrected Shayna. Or screwdrivers. My sisters always drink screwdrivers.
But what if we got stuck there and it was night? said Karen. What if we got trapped?
We'd get raped, said Shayna.
This was exciting, there was murmuring. Alex had a vague idea of what rape meant: it was something dark and wet with a lot of pushing and afterwards a woman knelt crying in the street. It was usually raining. Were there knives? Sometimes there were knives.
Who'd rape us?
A black person, said Heather.
That's racist, said Shayna. Alex nodded. His best friend Richard was a black person.
A homeless person, said Ginny.
Everyone agreed, she had nailed it.
With AIDS! Karen added. Then we'd get AIDS.
And on drugs, said Heather, trying to redeem herself.
And a hook, said Alex, bouncing.
The girls looked at him.
Alex ran up to his room to get his hook. He made a pirate noise as he bounded back downstairs with it sticking out of his sleeve. On his way toward the den he heard Ginny saying his name and something else that sounded tired. He paused for a minute in the hallway and slid the hook into his sleeve before entering quietly. All four girls were sitting in a circle on the rug. Karen was taking notes. Alex stood on the periphery, hook concealed, not sure what to do.
Okay, Karen was saying, writing. Okay, she said.
We'd go to the movies first.
No, to dinner. Dinner, then a movie. Then dancing in a dance club!
What movie?
A rated-R movie. Something with adult situations.
One with Jordan, said Heather. In adult situations.
Heath-er!
Ginny had once told Alex that Heather loved Jordan Knight so much that some nights she would just cry and cry and cry.
Maybe if we were in the city you'd get to meet Jordan Knight.
Maybe he'd ask you to marry him.
Heather's face flushed. She leaned forward, into the conversation, to envelop herself in its potential. Alex came and sat down just outside the circle of girls. No one seemed to notice him.
Maybe Jordan Knight would rape you, said Shayna.
I'd rape him, screamed Heather. She looked around to challenge anyone who might question her. I would, she warbled. I would!
There was a creak and another creak from upstairs and then Alex's mom's face was looming moonlike over the landing. Heather clamped a hand over her mouth.
Everything okay down there? Are you girls being nice to Alex?
Yes Mom, said Ginny.
Alex?
Yes Mom, said Alex.
Did you have lunch? What did you have?
Peanut-butter sandwiches.
Good. There's RC Colas in the fridge but just one each okay?
And then the face was gone. There were two more creaks from upstairs and the wheeze and click of the bedroom door closing.
They sat in silence for a minute. Shayna stood up.
Okay, said Shayna. Let's play a game.
ALEX SAT WAITING in the closet, which was big for a closet but small in the dark. The smell was of must and mothballs and feet. From the crack at the bottom of the door came a thin golden band of light that dissolved a few inches in. Alex's face itched underneath the balaclava the girls had made him wear. He scratched at his ear with the pirate hook. When he'd finally showed it to her, Shayna had said it was a good thing for a rapist to have. She'd touched him on the arm and Alex had felt the warmth of her hand there all the way to the closet where he'd shut himself in. Even now he could still feel it tingling.
From down the hall he could hear whispering. Who would come first?
It took forever. The girls went upstairs and there was some giggling and faintly he heard his mom say, Careful with my things! Then all four girls came clomping back downstairs and they moved into the kitchen and were up to something in there, doing a tour of the house but actually it was the city, with Karen narrating the sights. This ended back in the den, now a nightclub: there was music and dancing, and then the music went off and there was whispering, and then the whispering stopped. Alex strained to hear anything, more talk or footsteps so he'd know that his part of the game had begun. Although maybe the silence meant that Alex should get ready. But how? He straightened the balaclava and raised his hook.
After a minute or so came the whisper of socks along the hall's parquet. Alex waited, waited, and just as the footsteps neared the closet he swung the door open and pounced and grabbed the girl standing there and hauled her back into the closet, slamming the door behind him.
Alex was on top of the girl. He held his hook to her throat.
Can you be Jordan Knight when you rape me? said Heather's voice in the dark.
Okay, what do I say?
Just be slow and nice, she said.
Okay, said Alex. Okay.
But he wasn't sure what came next. Heather lay beneath him, motionless. Alex looked up and, realizing the door was open, went and closed it. He lay back down on top of Heather and began wriggling, slowly and nicely, arms at his sides while Heather held her breath. But there was something. A smell. Alex stopped wriggling. He sniffed. Heather was wearing his mom's perfume, the potpourri and syrup of it thick on her neck.
I think it's done, said Alex.
Heather exhaled a big whoosh of air into the dark.
Alex rolled off her. They lay there in silence for a minute, side by side.
I guess I'm dead now, said Heather. Where do I go?
With his hook, Alex nudged Heather toward the back of the closet where the shoes were lined up. There, he said. Back there.
She sat down with the shoes. Alex stuck his head into the hallway. Who's next?
You dumbshit, yelled Ginny. We're supposed to come looking for her!
Alex went back inside the closet. He sat there for a while, pulling the balaclava up for air, listening to Heather breathe, wondering if they were doing something he might get in crap for. He imagined his father coming home, finding kids in the closet and losing it, smacking his son all the way up to his room and then locking him in.