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12                                          Jack Fritscher

            the stairs. In the kitchen the man’s voice was raising, against
            that of the woman. She begged him never to beat the boy
            again. Then Denny lost the words, but heard the slap that
            ended the argument and brought her to tears. He heard his
            father’s bass grunting as he took his woman on the kitchen
            floor. He buried his head deeper into the darkness of the old
            house. He pulled the covers and pillows in around himself.
               The pain in his buttocks caused his temperature to rise
            under all the blankets. His chest and back sweated in the hot
            leather jacket. The warm smell of the new leather soothed
            him, lying hurt in his bed as it had protected him when he
            lay hurt in the street. The thick musk of it both times had
            given him the strength to endure. He knew wearing it he
            could take anything because it told him he was a boy, getting
            to be a big boy now, a big boy ready to become a man.
               His hands, locked together under his belly, felt some-
            thing new in the warm moist curve of his groin. The damp
            of sweat, the heat from the beating with the leather strap, the
            musk smell of the cowhide jacket: he was alone, abandoned
            and helpless before everybody. Until now. Now he eased into
            a way to alleviate the pain and the aloneness. Rolled into his
            leather, he was exploring a way never to be on the bottom
            again.
               The jacket tripped his mind to the books he had read:
            of boys and men who endured the cold cabins of the lumber
            camps and the windbitten range. He sensed their toughness
            had a point beyond his father’s. Their leathering into each
            other was rough but it was respect. They had become their
            own men. Tested in the raw, they pitted their lean muscular
            strength against the outdoors and against each other. They
            could take it, Denny whispered to himself. They could dish
            it out. I took it this afternoon and I took it tonight. I’m
            learning how to take it today so tomorrow I’ll know how to
            hand it out.
               His hands cupped around the soft warm handle of his

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