the platform that was David, and stomped on the pedal.
Hummmmmmmmmmmm.
The sheet puffed down lazily, as a sheet will do when a man or woman tosses it over a bed and allows it to settle.
Hilly whipped it away.
'TA-daaaaa!' he shrieked. He was half-delirious with a mixture of triumph and fear, the two of them for the moment perfectly balanced, like children of equal weights on a teeter-totter.
David was gone.
9
For a moment the general apathy was broken. Barney Applegate stopped picking his scab. Bryant Brown sat up in his chair, his mouth open. Marie and Mrs Crenshaw broke off their whispered conversation, and Ev Hillman frowned and looked worried ... although this expression was not exactly new. Ev had looked and felt worried for some days now.
Ahhh, Hilly thought, and balm flowed over his soul. Success!
Both the audience's interest and Hilly's triumph were short-lived. Tricks involving people are always more interesting than tricks involving things or animals (pulling a rabbit from a hat is all perfectly well, but no magician worth his salt ever decided on that basis that an audience would rather watch a horse be sawed in half than a pretty girl with a generous figure packed into a small costume) ... but it was still, after all, the same trick. The applause was louder this time (and Barney Applegate let out a hearty 'Yayyyyy, Hilly!'), but it died quickly. Hilly saw that his mother was whispering with Mrs Crenshaw again. His father got up.
'Gonna take a shower, Hilly,' he mumbled. 'Damn good show.'
'But - '
A horn honked from the driveway.
'That's my mom,' Barney said, jumping up so fast he almost knocked Mrs Crenshaw over. 'Seeya, Hilly! Good trick!'
'But - ' Now Hilly felt tears sting his own eyes.
Barney dropped to his knees and waved, as if underneath the platform. 'Bye, Davey! Good job!'
'He's not under there, dammit!' Hilly yelled.
But Barney was already scampering away. Hilly's mother and Mrs Crenshaw were walking toward the back door, examining an Avon catalogue. It was all happening so fast. 'Don't swear, Hilly,' his mom called without looking back.
'And make David wash his hands when you come into the house. It's dirty under there.'
Only David's grandfather, Ev Hillman, was left. Ev was looking at Hilly with that same worried expression.
'Why don't you go away, too?' Hilly asked with a bitter fierceness that was spoiled only by the blurriness of his voice.
'Hilly, if your brother isn't under there,' Ev said in a serious voice that was totally unlike his usual one, 'then just where is he?'
I don't know, Hilly thought, and that was when the teeter-totter began to shift. Anger went down. Way down. And fear went way, way up. With fear came guilt. A snapshot of David's weeping, terrified face. A snapshot of his own (courtesy of a good imagination), looking angry and almost vicious - bullying for sure. Smile, dammit. David trying to smile through his tears.
'Oh, he's under there, all right,' Hilly said. He burst into loud sobs and sat down on his stage, pulling his knees up and leaning his hot face against them. 'He's under there, yeah, everybody guessed my tricks and nobody liked them, I hate magic, I wish you'd never given me that stupid magic set in the first place - '
'Hilly - ' Ev came forward, looking distressed as well as worried now. Something was wrong here ... here and all over Haven. He felt it. 'What's wrong?'
'Get out of here!' Hilly sobbed. 'I hate you! I HATE you!'
Grandfathers are every bit as subject to hurt, shame and confusion as anyone else. Ev Hillman felt all three now. It hurt to hear Hilly say he hated him - it hurt even though the boy was obviously emotionally exhausted. Ev felt shamed that it was his gift that had provoked Hilly's tears ... and never mind the fact that his son-in-law had picked out the magic set. Ev had accepted it as his gift when it had pleased Hilly; he supposed he must also accept it now that it was making Hilly weep with his face against his dirty knees. He felt confused because something else was going on here ... but what? He did not know. He did know that he had just begun to get used to the idea that he was becoming senile - oh, the effects were still quite small, but the condition seemed to accelerate a little every year - when this summer came along. And this summer everybody seemed to be getting