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A shadow blotted the April sun for a moment, and Sister Margaret came
busting across the schoolyard.
“Stop that, Samuel,” she yelled. “Don’t you know better than to
pick on someone twice your size?”
Alexander made a face that looked appropriately put upon. My
heart was fluttering and jumping around like a shot squirrel inside me, and
the words came out in a silly rush.
“It’s not Sammy, Sister, it’s Alex, he beat up Skinhead and kicked
Samuel’s foot and Sammy didn’t even hit him.” I took a gulp of air. “Yet,”
I finished, hopeful that we might still get to see a pint-sized version of
Primo Carnera and the Brown Bomber re-enacted on almost holy ground.
Sister Margaret surveyed the schoolyard and when she saw all those
little heads nodding in agreement, she said, “Oh, Zander. Big Bully rides
again, eh? I heard about you, boy. What do you have to say for yourself?”
Alexander was pinned to the fence. He decided to roar.
“He’s the bully. He won’t fight fair.”
Sammy laughed. Pushed the leg a little higher.
“Apologize like a nice moron, Alex.” he said. “Tell Skinhead how
sorry you are.”
Alexander kicked hard, his face all twisted and then he glowered
at Sister Margaret and made a big mistake. A litany of obscene street talk
jumped out between loose lips. We all stood there with our mouths open.
Sammy, however, took Zander’s words as a personal insult. He dropped
the giant’s boot and stepped back, his legendary left arm coiled, his fist so
tight you could see the white knuckles under his dusky skin. When Sister
Margaret put her hand on Sammy’s shoulder he looked up at her with a
kind of confused puppy love.
“It’s not your fight, Samuel,” she said.
Sammy smiled and stepped aside. Alexander didn’t know what
was about to happen, so he indulged himself in some more bad language.
Something about how nuns have to have their tits cut off because Jesus is
too faggoty to marry a real broad. Sister got that look in her eyes. And she
was smiling her Railroad Avenue leather-jacketed smile. Then she slapped
the Giant. Not hard, just like a kind of introduction. He looked insulted,
like he was going to go home and tell his Mommy. Then he lunged at
her and she clipped him a good short right. It rocked him, no lie, but he
kept coming. He took a left hook on the ear and grabbed the rope of holy
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