Read the story to the end. What would you do if you were Arnolds parents ?

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The rattle of his fathers car as it turned down the lane recalled him to the present. He heard voices of his Uncle Andy and Aunt Alice as they and his father went past the barn to the lake. He could feel the morning growing heavier with sun. Someone, probably Nora, had let the chickens out of their coops and they were cackling in the yard. After
a while another car turned down the road off the highway. The car drew to a stop and he heard the voices of strange men. The men also went past the barn and down to the lake. The undertakers, whom his father must have phoned from Uncle Andys house, had arrived from Corinth. Then he heard everybody come back and heard the car turn around and leave.

Arnold! It was his father calling from the yard. He climbed down the ladder and went out into the sun, picking wisps of hay from his overalls.

Corinth, nine miles away, was the county seat. Arnold sat in the front seat of the old Ford between his father, who was driving, and Uncle Andy; no one spoke. Uncle Andy was his mothers brother, and he had been fond of Eugie because Eugie had resembled him. Andy had taken Eugie hunting and had given him a knife and a lot of things, and now Andy, his eyes narrowed, sat tall and stiff beside Arnold.

Arnolds father parked the car before the courthouse. It was a two-storey brick building with a lamp on each side of the bottom step. They went up the wide stone steps, Arnold and his father going first, and entered the darkly panelled hallway. The shirt-sleeved man in the sheriffs office said that the sheriff was at Carlsons Parlour examining the Curwing boy.

Andy went off to get the sheriff while Arnold and his father waited on a bench in the corridor. Arnold felt his father watching him, and he lifted his eyes with painful casualness to the announcement, on the opposite wall, of the Corinth County Annual Rodeo, and then to the clock with its loudly clucking pendulum. After he had come down from the loft his father and Uncle Andy had stood in the yard with him and asked him to tell them everything, and he had explained to them how the gun had caught on the wire. But when they had asked him why he hadnt run back to the house to tell his parents, he had had no answer all he could say was that he had gone down into the garden to pick the peas. His father had stared at him in a pale, puzzled way, and it was then that he had felt his father and the others set their cold, turbulent silence against him. Arnold shifted on the bench, his only feeling a small one of compunction imposed by his fathers eyes.

At a quarter past nine Andy and the sheriff came in. They all went into the sheriffs private office, and Arnold was sent forward to sit in the chair by the sheriffs desk; his father and Andy sat down on the bench against the wall. The sheriff lumped down into his swivel chair and swung toward Arnold. He was an old man with white hair like wheat stubble. His restless green eyes made him seem not to be in his office but to be hurrying and bobbing around somewhere else.

What did you say your name was? the sheriff asked.

Arnold, he replied; but he could not remember telling the sheriff his name before.



What were you doing with a 22, Arnold?

Its mine, he said.

Okay. What were you going to shoot?

Some ducks, he replied.

Out of season? He nodded.

Thats bad, said the sheriff. Were you and your brother good friends?

What did he mean good friends? Eugie was his brother. That was different from a friend, Arnold thought. A best friend was your own age, but Eugie was almost a man. Eugie had a way of looking at him slyly and mockingly and yet confidentially, that had summed up how they both felt about being brothers. Arnold had wanted to be with Eugie more than with anybody else but he couldnt say they had been good friends.

Did they ever quarrel? the sheriff asked his father.

Not that I know, his father replied. It seemed to me that Arnold cared a lot for Eugie.

Did you? the sheriff asked Arnold.

If it seemed so to his father, then it was so. Arnold nodded.

Were you mad at him this morning?


How did you happen to shoot him? We was crawlin through the fence. Yes?

An the gun got caught on the wire.

Seems the hammer must of caught, his father put in.

All right, thats what happened, said the sheriff. But what I want you to tell me is this. Why didnt you go back to the house and tell your father right away? Why did you go and pick peas for an hour?

Arnold gazed over his shoulder at his father, expecting his father to have an answer for this also. But his fathers eyes, larger and even lighter blue than usual, were fixed upon him curiously. Arnold picked at a callus in his right palm. It seemed odd now that he had not run back to the house and wakened his father, but he could not remember why he had not. They were all waiting for him to answer.

I came down to pick peas, he said.

Didnt you think, asked the sheriff, stepping carefully from word to word, that it was more important for you to go tell your parents what had happened?

The sun was gonna come up, Arnold said.

Whats that got to do with it?

Its better to pick peas while theyre cool.

The sheriff swung away from him, laid both hands flat on his desk. Well, all I can say is, he said across to Arnolds father and Uncle Andy, hes either a moron or hes so reasonable that hes way ahead of us. He gave a challenging snort. Its come to my notice that the most reasonable guys are mean ones. They dont feel nothing.

For a moment the three men sat still. Then the sheriff lifted his hand like a man taking an oath. Take him home, he said.

Andy uncrossed his legs. You dont want him?

Not now, replied the sheriff. Maybe in a few years.

Arnolds father stood up. He held his hat against his chest. The gun aint his no more, he said wanly.

Arnold went first through the hallway, hearing behind him the heels of his father and Uncle Andy striking the floor boards. He went down the steps ahead of them and climbed into the back seat of the car. Andy paused as he was getting into the front seat and gazed back at Arnold, and Arnold saw that his uncles eyes had absorbed the knowingness from the sheriffs eyes. Andy and his father and the sheriff had discovered what made him go down into the garden. It was because he was cruel, the sheriff had said, and didnt care about his brother. Was that the reason? Arnold lowered his eyelids meekly against his uncles stare.

The rest of the day he did his tasks around the farm, keeping apart from the family. At evening, when he saw his father stomp tiredly into the house, Arnold did not put down his hammer and leave the chicken coop he was repairing. He was afraid that they did not want him to eat supper with them. But in a few minutes another fear that they would go to the trouble of calling him and that he would be made conspicuous by his tardiness made him follow his father into the house. As he went through the kitchen he saw the jars of peas standing in rows on the workbench, a reproach to him.

No one spoke at supper, and his mother, who sat next to him, leaned her head in her hand all through the meal, curving her fingers over her eyes so as not to see him. They were finishing their small, silent supper when the visitors began to arrive, knocking hard on the back door. The men were coming from their farms now that it was growing dark and they could not work any more.

Old Man Matthews, grey and stocky, came first, with his two sons, Orion, the elder, and Clint, who was Eugies age. As the callers entered the parlour, where the family ate, Arnold sat down in a rocking chair. Even as he had been undecided before supper whether to remain outside or take his place at the table, he now thought that he should go upstairs, and yet he stayed to avoid being conspicuous by his absence. If he stayed, he thought, as he always stayed and listened when visitors came, they would see that he was only Arnold and not the person the sheriff thought he was. He sat with his arms crossed and his hands tucked into his armpits and did not lift his eyes.

The Matthews men had hardly settled down around the table, after Arnolds mother and Nora had cleared away the dishes, when another car rattled down the road and someone else rapped on the back door. This time it was Sullivan, a spare and sandy man, so nimble of gesture and expression that Arnold had never been able to catch more than a few of his meanings. Sullivan, in dusty jeans, sat down in the other rocker, shot out his skinny legs and began to talk in his fast way, recalling everything that Eugene had ever said to him. The other men interrupted to tell of occasions they remembered, and after a time Clints young voice, hoarse like Eugenes had been, broke in to tell about the time Eugene had beat him in a wrestling match.

Out in the kitchen the voices of Orions wife and of Mrs. Sullivan mingled with Noras voice but not, Arnold noticed, his mothers. Then dry little Mr. Cram came, leaving large Mrs. Cram in the kitchen, and there was no chair left for Mr. Cram to sit in. Noone asked Arnold to get up and he was unable to rise. He knew that the story had got around to them during the day about how he had gone and picked peas after he had shot his brother, and he knew that although they were talking only about Eugie they were thinking about him and if he got up, if he moved even his foot, they would all be alerted. Then Uncle Andy arrived and leaned his tall, lanky body against the doorjamb and there were two men standing.

Presently Arnold was aware that the talk had stopped. He knew without looking up that the men were watching him.

Not a tear in his eye, said Andy, and Arnold knew that it was his uncle who had gestured the men to attention.

He dont give a hoot, is that how it goes? asked Sullivan, trippingly.

Hes a reasonable fellow, Andy explained. Thats what the sheriff said. Its us who aint reasonable. If wed of shot our brother, wed of come runnin back to the house, cryin like a baby. Well, wed of been unreasonable. What would of been the use of actin like that? If your brother is shot dead, hes shot dead. Whats the use of gettin emotional about it? The thing to do is go down to the garden and pick peas. Am I right?

The men around the room shifted their heavy, satisfying weight of unreasonableness.

Matthews son Orion said: If Id of done what he done, Pa wouldve hung my pelt by the side of that big coyotes in the barn.

Arnold sat in the rocker until the last man had filed out. While his family was out in the kitchen bidding the callers good-night and the cars were driving away down the dirt lane to the highway, he picked up one of the kerosene lamps and slipped quickly up the stairs. In his room he undressed by lamplight, although he and Eugie had always undressed in the dark, and not until he was lying in his bed did he blow out the flame. He felt nothing, not any grief. There was only the same immense silence and crawling inside of him; it was the way the house and fields felt under a merciless sun. He awoke suddenly. He knew that his father was out in the yard, closing the doors of the chicken houses so that the chickens could not roam out too early and fall prey to the coyotes that came down from the mountains at daybreak. The sound that had wakened him was the step of his father as he got up from the rocker and went down the back steps. And he knew that his mother was awake in bed.

Throwing off the covers, he rose swiftly, went down the stairs and across the dark parlour to his parents room. He rapped on the door.


From the closed room her voice rose to him, a seeking and retreating voice. Yes?

Mother? he asked insistently. He had expected her to realize that he wanted to go down on his knees by her bed and tell her that Eugie was dead. She did not know it yet, nobody knew it, and yet she was sitting up in bed, waiting to be told, waiting for him to confirm her dread. He had expected her to tell him to come in, to allow him to dig his head into her blankets and tell her about the terror he had felt when he had knelt beside Eugie. He had come to clasp her in his arms and, in his terror, to pommel her breasts with his head. He put his hand upon the knob.

Go back to bed, Arnold, she called sharply. But he waited.

Go back! Is night when you get afraid?

At first he did not understand. Then, silently, he left the door and for a stricken moment stood by the rocker. Outside everything was still. The fences, the shocks of wheat seen through the window before him were so still it was as if they moved and breathed in the daytime and had fallen silent with the lateness of the hour. It was a silence that seemed to observe his father, a figure moving alone around the yard, his lantern casting a circle of light by his feet. In a few minutes his father would enter the dark house, the lantern still lighting his way. Arnold was suddenly aware that he was naked. He had thrown off his blankets and come down the stairs to tell his mother how he felt about Eugie, but she had refused to listen to him and his nakedness had become unpardonable. At once he went back up the stairs, fleeing from his fathers lantern.

At breakfast he kept his eyelids lowered as if to deny the humiliating night. Nora, sitting at his left, did not pass the pitcher of milk to him and he did not ask for it. He would never again, he vowed, ask them for anything, and he ate his fried eggs and potatoes only because everybody ate meals the cattle ate, and the cats: it was customary for everybody to eat.

Nora, you gonna keep that pitcher for yourself? his father asked.

Nora lowered her head unsurely.

Pass it on to Arnold, his father said.

Nora put her hands in her lap. His father picked up the metal pitcher and set it down at Arnolds plate. Arnold, pretending to be deaf to the discord, did not glance up but relief rained over his shoulders at the thought that his parents recognized him again. They must have lain awake after his father had come in from the yard: had they realized together why he had come down stairs and knocked at their door?

Bessies missin this morning, his father called out to his mother, who had gone into the kitchen. She went up the mountain last night and had her calf, most likely. Somebodys got to go up and find her fore the coyotes get the calf.

That had been Eugies job, Arnold thought. Eugie would climb the cattle trails in search of a newborn calf and come down the mountain carrying the calf across his back, with the cow running down along behind him, mooing in alarm.

Arnold ate the few more forkfuls of his breakfast, put his hands on the edge of the table and pushed back his chair. If he went for the calf hed be away from the farm all morning. He could switch the cow down the mountain slowly, and the calf would run along at its mothers side. When he passed through the kitchen his mother was setting a kettle of water on the stove. Where you going? she asked awkwardly.

Up to get the calf, he replied, averting his face. Arnold?

At the door he paused reluctantly, bis back to her, knowing that she was seeking him out, as his father was doing, and he called upon his pride to protect him from them. Was you knocking at my door last night?

He looked over his shoulder at her, his eyes narrow and dry.

Whatd you want? she asked humbly.

I didnt want nothing, he said flatly. Then he went out the door and down the back steps, his legs trembling from the fright his answer gave him.


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