The Great Santini

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pressure areas of his fiercely wavering moods, with skill created through long experience. His temper was quick fused and uncontrollable and once he passed a certain point, not even Lillian could calm him. He was tired now after driving through half the night. Behind his sunglasses, the veined eyes were thinned with fatigue and a most dangerous ice had formed over them. The threshing winds of his temper buffeted the car and deep, resonant warning signals were sent out among the children. Silence ruled them in an instant. They resumed watching the diminishing countryside on the outskirts of Ravenel. "Control," Lillian said soothingly. "Control is very important for all of us. "She was looking at her husband.

Chapter 5
     
    "This is it, sportsfans. This is Ravenel," the colonel said, talking more to himself than to his family.
    "And to think I mistook it for Paris, France," Mary Anne whispered to Ben in the rear of the station wagon.
    They were riding down a street lined with sharply spined palmetto trees. To the right of the car, the last fingers of a tidal creek groped among the extreme frontier of marsh grass that edged up against the backs of gas stations and hamburger stands.
    "Yes, it's a military town all right," Lillian said to her husband. "Half the town is liquor stores to keep the Marines happy. The other half is covered with mobile home salesmen to cheat the young enlisted men with families out of their pitiful salaries."
    "This isn't the good part of town. So there's no sense yappin'," Bull muttered.
    They came to a traffic light. To the right stood a decaying high school with a grassless campus. Behind the school was a garbage dump perched on the edge of a dying marsh. The school had an empty, dried-out look, like the shell of a June bug on the bark of a tree.
    "If that's where we're goin' to school, you can forget it, Popsy," Mary Anne blurted out.
    "That's the colored high school, Mary Anne."
    "It looks terrible," Matthew said.
    "That's where the spearchuckers learn to blow darts," the colonel laughed.
    "Bull, you hush," Mrs. Meecham warned.
    They turned the corner and soon were driving along a high, grassy bluff that sloped down to a glistening river that flowed through the main part of town. Live oak trees, festooned with cool scarves of Spanish moss, and gnarled by a century of storms, loomed over the street. On the left, large white houses with long columns and graceful verandas ruled the approach to the river with mute elegance. Each house was a massive tribute to days long past. In one of the houses drawling conspirators had planned the secession from the Union; in another, Sherman himself had slept after his long march to the sea.
    On the other side of the town a drawbridge crossed the river, connecting Ravenel with the three sea islands that separated the town from the Atlantic Ocean. A yacht knifed through the early morning water in a long, green V. Sea gulls, balsa-light, hovered on invisible currents above the river. Three black fishermen fished from the bridge.
    But Lillian Meecham was looking at the houses that bordered River Street.
    "These are lovely, lovely houses, children. Bull, you didn't tell me Ravenel was such an incredibly charming town."
    "I wanted to surprise you, sportsfans. But the big surprise is coming up later."
    "You mean the house you rented, Dad?" Ben asked.
    "Affirmative."
    "Why aren't we living in base housing? No one's told us that," Ben continued.
    "Because all the quarters billeted for majors and above are filled up," Bull explained.
    "That just means you're not high-ranked enough to get us a house, huh, Popsy," Mary Anne said.
    "Of course that's not what it means," Lillian snapped. "Your father will be one of the highest ranking officers on this air base. It simply means that we'll have to wait for quarters to open up to move in.
    "I guarantee you we won't move from these quarters I am about to show you," Bull said proudly.
    "Tell me about the house, sugah. I'm still

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