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us as infirmaries for public distress,
     the place to regain control. My head is cradled in a knelt Director’s lap, which is
     soft, my face being swabbed with dusty-brown institutional paper towels he received
     from some hand out of the crowd overhead, staring with all the blankness I can summon
     into his jowls’ small pocks, worst at the blurred jaw-line, of scarring from long-ago
     acne. Uncle Charles, a truly unparalleled slinger of shit, is laying down an enfilade
     of same, trying to mollify men who seem way more in need of a good brow-mopping than
     I.
    ‘He’s fine,’ he keeps saying. ‘Look at him, calm as can be, lying there.’
    ‘You didn’t see what
happened
in there,’ a hunched Dean responds through a face webbed with fingers.
    ‘Excited, is all he gets, sometimes, an excitable kid, impressed with—’
    ‘But the
sounds
he made.’
    ‘Undescribable.’
    ‘Like an animal.’
    ‘
Sub
animalistic noises and sounds.’
    ‘Nor let’s not forget the
gestures
.’
    ‘Have you ever gotten
help
for this boy Dr. Tavis?’
    ‘Like some sort of animal with something in its mouth.’
    ‘This boy is damaged.’
    ‘Like a stick of butter being hit with a mallet.’
    ‘A writhing animal with a knife in its eye.’
    ‘What were you possibly
about,
trying to enroll this—’
    ‘And his
arms
.’
    ‘You didn’t see it, Tavis. His arms were—’
    ‘Flailing. This sort of awful reaching drumming wriggle.
Waggling,
’ the group looking briefly at someone outside my sight trying to demonstrate something.
    ‘Like a time-lapse, a flutter of some sort of awful… growth.’
    ‘Sounded most of all like a drowning goat. A goat, drowning in something viscous.’
    ‘This strangled series of bleats and—’
    ‘Yes they
waggled
.’
    ‘So suddenly a bit of excited waggling’s a crime, now?’
    ‘You, sir, are in trouble. You are
in trouble
.’
    ‘His face. As if he was strangling. Burning. I believe I’ve seen a vision of hell.’
    ‘He has some trouble communicating, he’s communicatively challenged, no one’s denying
     that.’
    ‘The boy needs
care
.’
    ‘Instead of caring for the boy you send him here to
enroll, compete?
’
    ‘Hal?’
    ‘You have not in your most dreadful fantasies dreamt of the amount of
trouble
you have bought yourself, Dr. so-called Headmaster,
educator
.’
    ‘… were given to understand this was all just a formality. You took him aback, is
     all. Shy—’
    ‘And you, White. You sought to
recruit
him!’
    ‘—and terribly impressed and excited, in there, without us, his support system, whom
     you asked to leave, which if you’d—’
    ‘I’d only seen him play. On court he’s gorgeous. Possibly a genius. We had no idea.
     The brother’s in the bloody NFL for God’s sake. Here’s a top player, we thought, with
     Southwest roots. His stats were off the chart. We watched him through the whole WhataBurger
     last fall. Not a waggle or a noise. We were watching ballet out there, a mate remarked,
     after.’
    ‘Damn right you were watching ballet out there, White. This boy is a balletic athlete,
     a player.’
    ‘Some kind of athletic savant then. Balletic compensation for deep problems which
you
sir choose to disguise by muzzling the boy in there.’ An expensive pair of Brazilian
     espadrilles goes by on the left and enters a stall, and the espadrilles come around
     and face me. The urinal trickles behind the voices’ small echoes.
    ‘—haps we’ll just be on our way,’ C.T. is saying.
    ‘The integrity of my sleep has been forever compromised, sir.’
    ‘—think you could pass off a damaged applicant, fabricate credentials and shunt him
     through a kangaroo-interview and inject him into all the rigors of college life?’
    ‘Hal here
functions,
you ass. Given a supportive situation. He’s fine when he’s by himself. Yes he has
     some trouble with excitability in conversation. Did you once hear him try to deny
     that?’
    ‘We witnessed something