planning to see the New Year in at home, and if Arnie got really drunk and passed out, I could give my dad a call. Arnie might say things drunk that he wouldn't say sober, and I didn't want to ride home in Christine anyway.
But the beer didn't seem to affect him. He finished popping the corn, dumped it into a big plastic bowl, melted half a stick of margarine, poured it over the top, salted it, and said, 'Let's go in the living room and watch some tube. What do you say?'
'Fine by me.' I got my crutches, seated them in my armpits - which just lately felt as if they might be growing callouses and then groped for the three beers still on the table.
'I'll come back for them,' Arnie said. 'Come on. Before you break everything all over again. He smiled at me, and for that moment he was nobody but Arnie Cunningham, so much so that it broke my heart a little bit to look at him.
There was some dorky New Year's Eve special on. Donny and Marie Osmond were singing. both of them showing their giant white teeth in friendly but somehow sha,rklike grins. We let the TV play and talked. I told Arnie about the physical therapy sessions, and how I was working out with weights, and after two beers I confessed that I was sometimes afraid that I would never walk right again. Not playing football in college didn't bother me, but that did. He nodded calmly and sympathetically through it all.
I may as well stop right here and tell you that I have never spent such a peculiar evening in my life. Worse things were waiting, but nothing that was so strange, so . . . so disjointed. It was like sitting through a movie where the picture is almost - but not quite - focused. Sometimes he seemed like Arnie, but at others he didn't seem like Arnie at all. He had picked up mannerisms I had never noticed before - twirling his car-keys nervously on the rectangle of leather to which they were attached, cracking his knuckles, occasionally biting at the ball of his thumb with his upper front teeth. There was that comment about putting it up the little tramp's ass when he tossed his beer-can. And although he had gotten through five beers by the time I had finished my second, just downing them one after the other, he still didn't seem drunk.
And there were mannerisms I had always associatcd with Arnie which seemed to have disappeared completely: the quick, nervous pull at his earlobe when he was talking, the sudden stretch of his long legs ending with the ankles briefly crossed, his habit of expressing amusement by hissing air through his pursed lips instead of laughing outright. He did do that last once or twice. But more often he would signal his amusement in a string of shrill chuckles that I associated with LeBay.
The special finished up at eleven, and Arnie switched around the dial until he found a dance-party in some New York hotel where they kept switching outside to Times Square, where a big crowd had already gathered. It wasn't Guy Lombardo, but it was close.
'You're really not going to college?' I asked.
'Not this year. Christine and I are going to head out for California right after graduation. That golden shore.'
'Your folks know?'
He looked startled at the idea. 'Hell, no! And don't you tell them, either! I need that like I need a rubber dick!'
'What are you going to do out there?'
He shrugged. 'Look for a job fixing cars. I'm as good at that as I am at anything.' And then he stunned me by saying casually, 'I'm hoping I can persuade Leigh to come with me.
I swallowed beer the wrong way and began to cough, spraying my pants. Arnie slammed me on the back twice, hard. 'You okay?'
'Sure,' I managed. 'Just went down the wrong pipe. Arnie . . . if you think she's going to come with you, you're living in a dream world. She's working on her college applications. She's got a whole file of them, man. She's really serious about it.'
His eyes narrowed immediately, and I had a sinking feeling that the beer had betrayed me into saying more than I should have.
'How come you know so much about my girl?'
All of a sudden I felt as if I had been dropped into a long field that was full of loaded