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10
Behind Derry High School is the football field where Richie Grenadeau once strutted his stuff； but Richie is five years in his teenage hero's grave； just another small…town car…crash James Dean。 Other heroes have risen； thrown their passes； and moved on。 It's not football season now； anyway。 It's spring； and on the field there is a gathering of what look like birds … huge red ones with black heads。 These mutant crows are laughing and talking as they sit in their folding chairs； but Mr Trask； the principal； has no problem being heard； he's at the podium on the makeshift stage； and he's got the mike。
'One last thing before I dismiss you！' he booms。 'I won't tell you not to throw your mortarboards at the end of the ceremony； I know from years of experience I might as well be talking to myself on that score…'
Laughter； cheers； applause。
'…but I'm telling you to PICK THEM UP AND TURN THEM IN OR YOU WILL BE CHARGED FOR THEM！'
There are a few boos and some raspberries； Beaver Clarendon's the loudest。
Mr Trask gives them a final surveying look。 'Young men and women； members of the Class of '82； 1 think I speak for the entire faculty when I say I'm proud of you。 This concludes rehearsal； so 。 。 。'
The rest is lost； amplification or no amplification； the red crows rise in a gusty flap of nylon； and they fly。 Tomorrow at noon they will fly for good； although the three crows laughing and grabassing their way toward the parking lot where Henry's car is parked do not realize it； the childhood phase of their friendship is now only hours from the end。 They don't realize it； and that is probably just as well。
Jonesy snatches Henry's mortarboard； slaps it on top of his own； and books for the parking lot。
'Hey； asshole； give that back！' Henry yells； and then he snatches Beaver's。 Beav squawks like a chicken and runs after Henry； laughing。 So the three of them swoop across the grass and behind the bleachers； graduation robes billowing around their jeans。 Jonesy has two hats on his head； the tassels swinging in opposite directions； Henry has one （far too big； it's sitting on his ears）； and Beaver runs bareheaded； his long black hair flowing out behind him and a toothpick jutting from his mouth。
Jonesy is looking back as he runs； taunting Henry （'e on； Mr Basketball； ya run like a girl'）； and almost piles into Pete； who is looking at DERRY DOIN'S； the glassed…in notice…board by the north entrance to the parking lot。 Pete； who is graduating from nothing but the Junior class this year； grabs Jonesy； bends him backward like a guy doing a tango with some beautiful chick； and kisses him square on the mouth。 Both mortarboards tumble off Jonesy's head； and he screams in surprise。
'Queerboy！' Jonesy yells； rubbing frantically at his mouth 。 。 。 but he's starting to laugh； too。 Pete's an oddity … he'll go along quietly for weeks at a time； Norman Normal； and then he'll break out and do something nutso。 Usually the nutso es out after a couple of beers； but not this afternoon。
'I've always wanted to do that； Gariella；' Pete says sentimentally。 'Now you know how I really feel。'
'Fuckin queerboy； if you gave me the syph； I'll kill you！' Henry arrives； snatches his mortarboard off the grass； and swats Jonesy with it。 'There's grass…stains on this；' Henry says。 'If I have to pay for it； I'll do a lot more than just kiss you； Gariella。'
'Don't make promises you can't keep； fuckwad；' Jonesy says。
'Beautiful Gariella；' Henry says solemnly。
The Beav es steaming up； puffing around his toothpick。 He takes Jonesy's mortarboard； peers into it； and says； 'There's a e…stain in this one。 Ain't I seen enough on my own sheets to know？' He draws in a deep breath and bugles to the departing seniors in their Derry…red graduation gowns： 'Gary Jones beats off in his graduation hat！ Hey； everybody； listen up； Gary Jones beats off…'
Jonesy grabs him； pulls him to the ground； and the two of them roll over and over in billows of red nylon。 Both mortarboards are cast off to one side and Henry grabs them to keep them from getting crushed。
'Get off me！' Beaver cries。 'You're crushin me！ Jesus…Christ…bananas！ For God's sake…'
'Duddits knew her；' Pete says。 He has lost interest in their foolery； doesn't feel much of their high spirits anyway （Pete is perhaps the only one of them who senses the big changes that are ing）。 He's looking at the notice…board again。 'We knew her； too。 She was the one who always stood outside The Petard Academy。 〃Hi； Duddie；〃 she'd go。' When he says Hi； Duddie； Pete's voice goes up high； bees momentarily girlish in a way that is sweet rather than mocking。 And although Pete isn't a particularly good mimic； Henry knows that voice at once。 He remembers the girl； who had fluffy blonde hair and great brown eyes and scabbed knees and a white plastic purse which contained her lunch and her BarbieKen。 That's what she always called them； BarbieKen； as if they were a single entity。
Jonesy and Beav also know who Pete's imitating； and Henry knows； too。 There is that bond among them； it's been among them for years now。 Them and Duddits。 Jonesy and the Beav can't remember the little blonde girl's name any more than Henry can only that her last one was something impossibly long and clunky。 And she had a crush on the Dudster； which was why she always waited for him outside The Retard Academy。
The three of them in their graduation gowns gather around Pete and look at the DERRY DOIN's board。
As always； the board is crammed with notices … bake sales and car washes； tryouts for the munity Players version of The Fantasticks； summer classes at Fenster； the local junior college； plus plenty of hand…printed student ads … buy this； sell that； need ride to Boston after graduation； looking for roommate in Providence。
And； way up in the corner； a photo of a smiling girl with acres of blonde hair （frizzy rather than fluffy now） and wide； slightly puzzled eyes。 She's no longer a little girl … Henry is surprised again and again by how the children he grew up with （including himself） have disappeared … but he would know those dark and puzzled eyes anywhere。
MISSING； says the single block…capital word under the photo。
And below that； in slightly smaller type： JOSETTE RINKENHAUER； LAST SEEN STRAWFORD PARK SOFTBALL FIELD； JUNE 7； 1982。 Below this there is more copy； but Henry doesn't bother reading it。 Instead he reflects on how odd Derry is about missing children … not like other towns at all。 This is June eighth； which means the Rinkenhauer girl has only been gone a day； and vet this poster has been tacked way up in the er of the notice…board （or moved there）； like somebody's afterthought。 Nor is that all。 There was nothing in the paper this morning … Henry knows； because he read it。 Skimmed through it； anyway； while he was slurping up his cereal。 Maybe it was buried way back in the Local section； he thinks； and knows at once that's it。 The key word is buried。 Lots of things are buried in Derry。 Talk of missing children； for instance。 There have been a lot of child disappearances here over the years … these boys know it； it certainly crossed their minds on the day they