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High School Band and the Barber Shop Mello-Men.
    Saturday, 10:00 P.M. : Giant fireworks show.
    Saturday, 10:35 P.M. : Ritual sacrifice of Adrian Mellon officially ends Canal Days.
    â€œFuck the fair,” Webby replied.
    â€œJust what you said to Mellon and what he said to you.”
    â€œOh Christ.” Webby rolled his eyes.
    â€œCome on, Webby,” Hughes’s partner said.
    Webby Garton rolled his eyes and began again.
5
    Garton saw the two of them, Mellon and Hagarty, mincing along with their arms about each other’s waists and giggling like a couple of girls. At first he actually thought they were a couple of girls. Then he recognized Mellon, who had been pointed out to him before. As he looked, he saw Mellon turn to Hagarty . . . and they kissed briefly.
    â€œOh, man, I’m gonna barf!” Webby cried, disgusted.
    Chris Unwin and Steve Dubay were with him. When Webby pointed out Mellon, Steve Dubay said he thought the other fag was named Don somebody, and that he’d picked up a kid from Derry High hitching and then tried to put a few moves on him.
    Mellon and Hagarty began to move toward the three boys again, walking away from the Pitch Til U Win and toward the carny’s exit.Webby Garton would later tell Officers Hughes and Conley that his “civic pride” had been wounded by seeing a fucking faggot wearing a hat which said I DERRY . It was a silly thing, that hat—a paper imitation of a top hat with a great big flower sticking up from the top and nodding about in every direction. The silliness of the hat apparently wounded Webby’s civic pride even more.
    As Mellon and Hagarty passed, each with his arm linked about the other’s waist, Webby Garton yelled out: “I ought to make you eat that hat, you fucking ass-bandit!”
    Mellon turned toward Garton, fluttered his eyes flirtatiously, and said: “If you want something to eat, hon, I can find something much tastier than my hat.”
    At this point Webby Garton decided he was going to rearrange the faggot’s face. In the geography of Mellon’s face, mountains would rise and continents would drift. Nobody suggested he sucked the root. Nobody.
    He started toward Mellon. Mellon’s friend Hagarty, alarmed, attempted to pull Mellon away, but Mellon stood his ground, smiling. Garton would later tell Officers Hughes and Conley that he was pretty sure Mellon was high on something. So he was, Hagarty would agree when this idea was passed on to him by Officers Gardener and Reeves. He was high on two fried doughboys smeared with honey, on the carnival, on the whole day. He had been consequently unable to recognize the real menace which Webby Garton represented.
    â€œBut that was Adrian,” Don said, using a tissue to wipe his eyes and smearing the spangled eyeshadow he was wearing. “He didn’t have much in the way of protective coloration. He was one of those fools who think things really are going to turn out all right.”
    He might have been badly hurt there and then if Garton hadn’t felt something tap his elbow. It was a nightstick. He turned his head to see Officer Frank Machen, another member of Derry’s Finest.
    â€œNever mind, little buddy,” Machen told Garton. “Mind your business and leave those little gay boyos alone. Have some fun.”
    â€œDid you hear what he called me?” Garton asked hotly. He was now joined by Unwin and Dubay—the two of them, smelling trouble, tried to urge Garton on up the midway, but Garton shrugged them away, would have turned on them with his fists if they hadpersisted. His masculinity had borne an insult which he felt must be avenged. Nobody suggested he sucked the root. Nobody.
    â€œI don’t believe he called you anything,” Machen replied. “And you spoke to him first, I believe. Now move on, sonny. I don’t want to have to tell you again.”
    â€œHe called me a queer!”
    â€œAre you