student. Whatâs, like, the point?â
âWhat if youâre a better baseball player than he was?â
âSay what?â
âWhat if youâre simply superior to your older brother, even at baseball?â
âMrs. Alvarez, thatâs crazy. You never saw Patrick pitch.â
âThatâs true, I never did.â
âHe was on the Metsâ roster by age twenty. He made the big club and was going to be heading north when they broke spring training. You never saw him pitch; he was awesome.â
âOkay, he was awesome. If you think so, thatâs fine.â
âWhatâs up with thatâ if think so ?â
âI mean, if you really think so, thatâs fine.â She was speaking softly. Her sincerity was never more evident. âOn the other hand, if you were better than Patrick, how would that make you feel?â
âThis is too crazy. This is nuts.â
âMaybe, but why not answer the question? How would it make you feel?â
âI have no idea.â
âWould it kill you to think about it?â
âWhy? What would be the point?â
âYour older brother is your measuring stick. If you surpass him, what does that do to you? How does it affect the things you do and the choices you make? That would be the point.â
Coley let out a deep sigh. I came here to carry some books for her and now this . âMrs. Alvarez, this is all over my head.â
âThatâs exactly what Iâm talking about. Thatâs the easy way out, isnât it? Thatâs what feels safe.â But she was smiling.
Coley looked at the clock. It was four minutes till passing period. âIâd better get back,â he said. âIâve got world history.â
She was still smiling. It was a warm smile indeed. âJust bear with me another minute. I didnât ask you to carry these books inside for no reason. Some of them are for you.â
She pushed six paperbacks across the desk in his direction. They were all in good condition. One was called A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man . The only one heâd ever heard of was Catcher in the Rye .
He had to smile. âWhy are you giving me books?â
âThese books belonged to Hector,â replied the counselor. âIâve been sorting through some of his things.â
Sifting through the possessions of a dead husband was a sobering notion; Coley couldnât respond right away. âYour husband had books?â
âLots and lots of books. I picked these out for you because I thought they might be appropriate. If not right now, then later, when youâre in college.â
Coley appreciated her thoughtfulness but felt the need to be honest. âYou know Iâm not much good in English, Mrs. Alvarez.â
âI know youâre not much good in English now . Youâre an underachiever, but I think weâve established that youâre not stupid.â
âIâve never been much of a book reader, though.â As best he could remember, the only book heâd read on his own within the past year was Tom Seaverâs book on pitching mechanics.
âMaybe you will be someday,â she replied. âA book reader, that is.â
It was hard for Coley to imagine such a development, but this wasnât a time for arguing. âItâs real nice of you, Mrs. Alvarez, thanks.â
âHector loved baseball. He saw you pitch a couple of times when you were a sophomore. I think it would please him to know that some of his books ended up in your hands.â Her eyes glistened when she spoke this last sentence.
âThanks,â he said again. Then he added, âI think youâre looking for a way to improve my mind.â
âIâm just hoping youâll find a way to put more of your mind to use.â
âThat would be the same thing, though, wouldnât it? I mean, the more you use a thing, the stronger it gets, like
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