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name and run away； and that was a whole lot worse than a poke in the behind。 It made him mad as a constipated buffalo； it was so unfair。
Finally he was mad enough to make the ultimate threat。 〃If you don't e out I'll do it right in front of the door so you'll step in it when you e out！〃
He waited； but whoever was in there didn't say； 〃If you do I'll make you lick it off my shoe；〃 and since that was the customary response； Al realized for the first time that the person inside the privy might not be one of his sisters after all。 It was certainly not one of the boys。 Which left only two possibilities； each one worse than the other。 Al was so mad at himself he smacked his own head with his fist； but it didn't make him feel no better。 Papa would probably give him a lick； but even worse would be Mama。 She might give him a tongue…lashing； which was bad enough； but if she was in a real vile temper； she'd get that cold look on her face and say real soft； 〃Alvin Junior； I used to hope that at least one of my boys would be a born gentleman； but now I see my life was wasted；〃 which always made him feel about as low as he knew how to feel without dying。
So he was almost relieved when the door opened and Papa stood there； still buttoning his trousers and looking none too happy。 〃Is it safe for me to step out this door？〃 he asked coldly。
〃Yup；〃 said Alvin Junior。
〃What？〃
〃Yes sir。〃
〃Are you sure？ There's some wild animals around here that think it's smart to leave their do on the ground outside privy doors。 I tell you that if there's any such animal I'll lay a trap and catch it by the back end one of these nights。 And when I find it in the morning； I'll stitch up its bung hole and turn it loose to bloat up and die in the woods。〃
〃Sorry； Papa。〃
Papa shook his head and started walking toward the house。 〃I don't know what's wrong with your bowel； boy。 One minute you don't need to go and the next minute you're about to die。〃
〃Well if you'd just build another outhouse I'd be fine；〃 Al Junior muttered。 Papa didn't hear him； though； because Alvin didn't actually say it till the privy door was closed and Papa'd gone back to the house； and even then he didn't say it very loud。
Alvin rinsed his hands at the pump a long time； because he feared what was waiting for him back in the house。 But then； alone outside in the darkness； he began to be afraid for another reason。 Everybody said that a White man never could hear when a Red man was walking through the woods； and his big brothers got some fun out of telling Alvin that whenever he was alone outside； especially at night； there was Reds in the forest； watching him； playing with their flint…bladed tommy…hawks and itching to have his scalp。 In broad daylight； Al didn't believe them； but at night； his hands cold with the water； a chill ran through him； and he thought he even knew where the Red was standing。 Just over his shoulder； back over near the pigsty； moving so quiet that the pigs didn't even grunt and the dogs didn't bark or nothing。 And they'd find Al's body； all hairless and bloody； and then it'd be too late。 Bad as his sisters were and they were bad Al figured they'd be better than dying from a Red man's flint in his head。 He fair to flew from the pump to the house； and he didn't look back to see if the Red was really there。
As soon as the door was closed； he forgot his fears of silent invisible Reds。 Things were right quiet in the house； which was pretty suspicious to start with。 The girls were never quiet till Papa shouted at them at least three times each night。 So Alvin walked； up real careful； looking before every step； checking over his shoulder so often he started getting a crick in his neck。 By the time he was inside his room with the door closed he was so jittery that he almost hoped they'd do whatever they were planning to do and get it over with。
But they didn't do it and they didn't do it。 He looked around the room by candlelight； turned down his bed； looked into every er； but there was nothing there。 Calvin was asleep with his thumb in his mouth； which meant that if they had prowled around his room； it had been a while ago。 He began to wonder if maybe； just this once； the girls had decided to leave him be or even do their dirty tricks to the twins。 It would be a whole new life for him； if the girls started being nice。 Like as if an angel came down and lifted him right out of hell。
He stripped off his clothes quick as he could； folded them； and put them on the stool by his bed so they wouldn't be full of roaches in the morning。 He had kind of an agreement with the roaches。 They could get into anything they wanted if it was on the floor； but they didn't climb into Calvin's bed or Alvin's neither； and they didn't climb onto his stool。 In return； Alvin never stomped them。 As a result Alvin's room was pretty much the roach sanctuary of the house； but since they kept the treaty； he and Calvin were the only ones who never woke up screaming about roaches in the bed。
He took his nightgown off its peg and pulled it on over his head。
Something bit him under the arm。 He cried out from the sharp pain。 Something else bit him on the shoulder。 Whatever it was； it was all over inside his nightgown； and as he yanked it off； it kept right on nipping him everywhere。 Finally it was off； and he stood there stark naked slapping and brushing with his hands to try to get the bugs or whatever they were off him。
Then he reached down and carefully picked up his nightgown。 He couldn't see anything scurrying away from it； and even when he shook it and shook it； nary a bug fell off。 Something else fell off。 It glinted for a moment in the candlelight and made a tiny twinking sound when it hit the floor。
Only then did Alvin Junior notice the stifled giggling from the room next door。 Oh； they got him； they got him sure。 He sat on the edge of his bed； picking pins out of his nightgown and poking them into the bottom corner of his quilt。 He never thought they'd be so mad they'd risk losing one of Mama's precious steel pins； just to get even with him。 But he should have known。 Girls never did have any bounds of fair play； the way boys did。 When a boy knocked you down in a wrestling match； why； he'd either jump on you or wait for you to get back up； and either way you'd be even both up or both down。 But Al knew from painful experience that girls'd kick you when you were down and gang up on you whenever they had the chance。 When they fought； they fought in order to end the fight as quick as they could。 Took all the fun out of it。
Just like tonight。 It wasn't a fair punishment； him poking her with his finger； and them getting him all jabbed up with pins。 A couple of those places were bleeding； they stabbed so deep。 And Alvin didn't reckon Matilda had so much as a bruise； though he wished she did。
Alvin Junior wasn't mean； no sir。 But sitting there on the edge of the bed； taking pins out of his nightgown； he couldn't help but notice the roaches going about their business in the cracks of the floor； and he couldn't help imagining what it would be like if all those roaches just happened to go a…calling in a certain room full of giggles。
So he knelt down on the floor and set the candle right there； and he began whispering to the roaches； just the way he did the day he made his peace treaty with them。 He started telling them all about nice smooth sheets and soft squishy skin they could scamper on； and most of all about Matilda's satin pillowcase on her goosedown pillow。 But they didn't seem to care about that。 Hungry； that's all they are； thought Alvin。 All they care about is food； food and fear。 So he started telling them about food； the most perfectly delicious food they ever ate in their life。 The roaches perked right up and came close to listen； though nary one of them climbed on him； which was right in keeping with the treaty。 All the food you ever wanted； all over that soft pink skin。 And it's safe； too； not a speck of danger； nothing to worry about； you just go on in there and find the food on that soft pink squishy smooth skin。
Sure enough； a few of the roaches started skittering under Alvin's door； and then more and more of them； and finally the whole troop went off in a single great cavalry charge under the door； through the wall； their bodies shiny and glowing in the candlelight； guided by their eternal insatiable hunger； fearless because Al had told them there wasn't nothing to fear。
It wasn't ten seconds before he heard the first whoop from the room next door。 And within a minute the whole house was in such an uproar you'd've thought it was on fire。 Girls screaming； boys shouting； and big old boots stomping as Papa rushed up the stairs and squashed roaches。 Al was about as happy as a pig in mud。
Finally things started calming down in the next room。 In a minute they'd e in to check on him and Calvin； so he blew out the candle； ducked under the covers； and whispered for the roaches to hide。 Sure enough； here came Mama's footsteps in the hall outside。 Just at the last moment； Alvin Junior remembered that he wasn't wearing his nightgown。 He snaked out his hand； snatched the nightgown； and pulled it under the covers just as the door opened。 Then he concentrated on breathing easy and regular。
Mama and Papa came in； holding up candles。 He heard them pull down Calvin's covers to check for roaches； and he feared they might pull down his as well。 That would be such a shameful thing； to sleep like an animal without a stitch on。 But the girls； who knew he couldn't possibly be asleep so soon after getting stuck with so many pins； they were naturally afraid of what Alvin might tell Mama and Papa； so they made sure to hustle them out of the room before they could do more than shine a candle in Alvin's face to make sure he was asleep。 Alvin held his face absolutely still； not even twitching his eyelids。 The candle went away； the door softly closed。
Still he waited； and sure enough； the door opened again。 He could hear the padding of bare feet across the floor。 Then he felt Anne's breath against his face and heard her whisper in his ear。 〃We don't know how you did it； Alvin Junior； but we know you set those roaches onto us。〃
Alvin pretended not to hear anything。 He even snored a little。
〃You don't fool me； Alvin Junior。 You better not go to sleep tonight； because if you do； you'll never wake up； you hear me？〃
Outside the room； Papa was saying； 〃Where's Anne got to？〃
She's in here； Papa； threatening to kill me； thought Alvin。 But of course he didn't say it out loud。 Anyway； she was just trying to scare him。
〃We'll make it look like an accident；〃 said Anne。 〃You always have accidents； nobody will think it's murder。〃
Alvin was beginning to believe her； more and more。
〃We'll carry your body out and stuff it down the privy hole； and they'll all think you went to relieve yourself and fell in。〃
That would work； thought Alvin。 Anne was just the one to think of something so devilish clever； since she was the very best at secretly pinching people and being a good ten feet away before they screamed。 That was why she always kept her fingernails so long and sharp。 Even now； Alvin could feel one of those sharp nails scraping along his cheek。
The door opened wider。 〃Anne；〃 whispered Mama； 〃you e out of there this instant。〃
The fingernail quit scratching。 〃I was just making sure little Alvin was all right。〃 Her bare feet padded back out of the room。
Soon all the doors were closed； and he heard Papa's and Mama's shoes clattering down the stairs。
He knew that by rights he should still be scared to death by Anne's threats； but it wasn't so。 He had won the battle。 He pictured the roaches crawling all over the girls； and he started to laugh。 Well； that wouldn't do。 He had to stifle that； breathe calm as could be。 His whole body shook from trying to hold in the laughter。
There was somebody in the room。
He couldn't hear anything； and when he opened his eyes he couldn't see anybody。 But he knew somebody was there。 Hadn't e in the door； so they must've e in the open window。 That's plain silly； Alvin told himself； there isn't a soul in here。 But he lay still； all laughter gone out