got on with a trucker who was heading straight through. Couple of weeks otherwise. But who gives a shit? As long as weâre on the road.â
We sat there for quite a few minutes just looking at the cars and trucks disappearing over the top of the hill.
I nudged him with my elbow. âWell, whatâs keeping us?â
He didnât answer. He lit up another smoke.
Heâd just pocketed his lighter when OâHara and his pack of nitwits came around the corner. OâHara looked at his buddies and then down at Cooper. Wicked smile.
âHowâs the Little Prince?â
There are assholes in every school and in St. Iggyâs we had more than our share. OâHara was a grade ten weenie. Parted his hair in the middle and pasted it down on either side with Brylcreem. Way too much Brylcreem. He had a little piggy nose and little piggy eyes. You just wanted to smack him as soon as you saw him.
Cooper looked up at him, and then at the pack behind him. If OâHara had had any brains he would have shut up and moved on. But when they were handing out brains he thought they said trains and he got on the wrong one.
âHave fun last night?â
Cooper was on him before OâHara knew what hit him.
Iâd never seen Cooper in action before, but he was something to see. OâHara was a mess of blood and snot and tears, and the blood just seemed to make Cooper go wild. He was kneeling on OâHara, pinning both arms with his knees and he just hammered him. Left, right. Left, right.
âEnough!â
Who knew where Father Sullivan came from, but he had Cooper by the jacket and hauled him off OâHara who was blubbering like a baby. Sullivan turned Cooper around so that he was facing him.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â
âBeating the crap out of him.â
OâHara had managed to sit up. His nose and mouth were a mess.
âHe just jumped me, Father. I was minding my own business and he jumped me. Heâs crazy.â
âThatâs not true,â I said. âOâHara started it.â
âYou stay out of this.â Sullivan wasnât in the mood to get to the bottom of things. He just grabbed Cooper by the arm, hauled him inside and shoved him in the nearest dungeon.
OâHara had managed to get to his knees. I was standing right in front of him. He was wiping his nose and mouth with the sleeve of his shirt. He looked up at me.
âWhat the fuck are you looking at?â
âYou, you retard. You make one more smartass crack to Cooper and after he beats the shit out of you, Iâll finish you off.â
âFuck you.â
âYou wanna go, right now?â I gave him a swift kick in the ribs. âLetâs go. Right now, asshole.â He looked around for his buddies. They had pulled the vanishing act. OâHara got up and ran for the door.
Such a chickenshit.
I sat back down where Cooper and I had been sitting. I lit up a smoke. My hands were shaking, I was so pissed.
Next thing, I was looking at a pair of size tens and there was Mather.
âWhat happened?â
âOâHara was being an asshole.â
âHeâs always being an asshole. He was born an asshole. Then he took lessons. Whatâd he do to Cooper?â
I told him.
âThat little prick.â Mather turned and walked off.
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SAY THIS ABOUT Father Dunlop. He was the easiest guy at St. Iggyâs to derail. Ask him a question about geography and no matter what he was intending to do during class, heâd be off on a wild goose chase. Weâd take turns seeing if we could keep him off topic for an entire class. We did it twice.
Cooper had twisted my brain talking about his beach. I shot up my hand, asked Dunlop about Vancouver Island.
âItâs very mountainous,â he said. âThereâs a ridge of mountains pretty well from one end of the island to the other. Some pretty big mountains, too. Give me a