'Yeah.'
'They were saying stuff like teacher's pet and goody-goody-gumdrops and little miss shit-don't-stink. And then, just when I thought they were done, Corrie Macintosh said,"Let's pants her!" Because I was wearing slacks that day, nice ones my mom got from a catalogue. I loved them. They were the kind of slacks yoti might see a coed wearing as she crossed the Quad at Princeton. At least that's what I thought then.
'I fought them harder that time, but they won, of course. Four of them held me down while Lila and Corrie pulled off my slacks. Then Cindy Collins started laughing and pointing and saying, "She's got frickin Poohbear on her underpants!" Which I did, along with Eeyore and Roo. They all started laughing, and... Barbie... I got smaller... and smaller... and smaller. Until the bandstand floor was like a great flat desert and I was an insect stuck in the middle of it. Dying in the middle of it.'
'Like an ant under a magnifying glass, in other words.'
'Oh, no! No, Barbie! It was cold, not hot. I was freezing. I had goosebumps on my legs. Corrie said, "Let's take her pannies, too!" but that was a little farther than they were prepared to go. As the next best thing, maybe, Lila took my nice slacks and threw them onto the roof of the bandstand. After that, they left. Lila was the last one to go. She said, "If you tattle this time, I'll get my brother's knife and cut off your bitch nose." '
'What happened?' Barbie asked. And yes, his hand was definitely resting against the side of her breast.
'What happened at first was just a scared little girl crouching there on the bandstand, wondering how she was going to get home without half the town seeing her in her silly baby underwear. I felt like the smallest, dumbest Chiclet who ever lived. I finally decided I'd wait until dark. My mother and father would be worried, they might even call the cops, but I didn't care. I was going to wait until dark and then sneak home by the sidestreets. Hide behind trees if anyone came along.
'I must have dozed a little bit, because all at once Kayla Bevins was standing over me. She'd been right in there with the rest, slapping and pulling my hair and spitting on me. She didn't say as much as the rest, but she was part of it. She helped hold me while Lila and Corrie pantsed me, and when they saw one of the legs of my slacks was hanging off the edge of the roof, Kayla got up on the railing and flipped it all the way up, so I wouldn't be able to reach it.
'I begged her not to hurt me anymore. I was beyond things like pride and dignity. I begged her not to pull my underwear down. Then I begged her to help me. She just stood there and listened, like I was nothing to her. I was nothing to her. I knew that then. I guess I forgot it over the years, but I've sort of reconnected with that particular home truth as a result of the Dome experience.
'Finally I ran down and just lay there sniffling. She looked at me a little longer, then pulled off the sweater she was wearing. It was an old baggy brown thing that hung almost to her knees. She was a big girl and it was a big sweater. She threw it down on top of me and said, "Wear it home, it'll look like a dress."
'That was all she said. And although I went to school with her for eight more years - all the way to graduation at Mills High - we never spoke again. But sometimes in my dreams I still hear her saying that one thing: Wear it home, it'll look like a dress. And I see her face. No hate or anger in it, but no pity, either. She didn't do it out of pity, and she didn't do it to shut me up. I don't know why she did it. I don't know why she even came back. Do you?'
'No,' he said, and kissed her mouth. It was brief, but warm and moist and quite terrific.
'Why did you do that?'
'Because you looked like you needed it, and I know I did. What happened next, Julia?'
'I put on the sweater and walked home - what else? And my parents were waiting.'
She lifted her chin pridefully.
'I never told them what happened, and they never found out. For about a week I saw the pants on my way to school, lying up there on the handstand's little conical roof. Every time I felt the shame and the hurt - like a knife in my heart. Then one day they were gone. That didn't make the pain all gone, but after that it was a little better. Dull instead of sharp.
'I never told on those girls, although my father was furious and grounded me until June - I could go to school but nothing else. I was even forbidden the class trip to the Portland Museum of Art, which I'd been looking forward to all year. He told me I could go on the trip and have all my privileges restored if I named the kids who had "abused" me. That was his word for it. I wouldn't, though, and not just because dummying up is the kids' version of the Apostles' Creed.'