325None of us was allowed near the infirmary during the next days, but I heard all the rumors thatcame out of it. Eventually a fact emerged; it was one of his legs, which had been "shattered." Icouldn't figure out exactly what this word meant, whether it meant broken in one or severalplaces, cleanly or badly, and I didn't ask. I learned no more, although the subject was discussedendlessly. Out of my hearing people must have talked of other things, but everyone talkedabout Phineas to me. I suppose this was only natural. I had been right beside bin when ithappened, I was his roommate.The effect of his injury on the masters seemed deeper than after other disasters Iremembered there. It was as though they felt it was especially unfair that it should strike one ofthe sixteen-year-olds, one of the few young men who could be free and happy in the summer of1942.I couldn't go on hearing about it much longer. If anyone had been suspicious of me, I mighthave developed some strength to defend myself. But there was nothing. No one suspected.Phineas must still be too sick, or too noble, to tell them.I spent as much time as I could alone in our room, trying to empty my mind of everythought, to forget where I was, even who I was. One evening when I was dressing for dinner inthis numbed frame of mind, an idea occurred to me, the first with any energy behind it sinceFinny fell from the tree. I decided to put on his clothes. We wore the same size, and althoughhe always criticized mine he used to wear them frequently, quickly forgetting what belonged tohim and what to me. I never forgot, and that evening I put on his cordovan shoes, his pants, andI looked for and finally found his pink shirt, neatly laundered in a drawer. Its high, somewhatstiff collar against my neck, the wide cuffs touching my wrists, the rich material against myskin excited a sense of strangeness and distinction; I felt like some nobleman, some Spanishgrandee.But when I looked in the mirror it was no remote aristocrat I had become, no character outof daydreams. I was Phineas, Phineas to the life. I even had his humorous expression in myface, his sharp, optimistic awareness. I had no idea why this gave me such intense relief, but itseemed, standing there in Finny's triumphant shirt, that I would never stumble through theconfusions of my own character again.I didn't go down to dinner. The sense of transformation stayed with me throughout theevening, and even when I undressed and went to bed. That night I slept easily, and it was onlyon waking up that this illusion was gone, and I was confronted with myself, and what I haddone to Finny.Sooner or later it had to happen, and that morning it did. "Finny's better!" Dr. Stanpole
33called to me on the chapel steps over the organ recessional thundering behind us. I made myway haltingly past the members of the choir with their black robes flapping in the morningbreeze, the doctor's words reverberating around me. He might denounce me there before thewhole school. Instead he steered me amiably into the lane leading toward the infirmary. "Hecould stand a visitor or two now, after these very nasty few days.""You don't think I'll upset him or anything?""You? No, why? I don't want any of these teachers flapping around him. But a pal or two,it'll do him good.""I suppose he's still pretty sick.""It was a messy break.""But how does he—how is he feeling? I mean, is he cheerful at all, or—""Oh, you know Finny." I didn't, I was pretty sure I didn't know Finny at all. "It was a messybreak," he went on, "but we'll have him out of it eventually. He'll be walking again.""Walking again!""Yes." The doctor didn't look at me, and barely changed his tone of voice. "Sports arefinished for him, after an accident like that. Of course.""But he must be able to," I burst out, "if his leg's still there, if you aren't going to amputate it—you aren't, are you?—then if it isn't amputated and the bones are still there, then it mustcome back the way it was, why wouldn't it? Of course it will."Dr. Stanpole hesitated, and I think glanced at me for a moment. "Sports are finished. As afriend you ought to help him face that and accept it. The sooner he does the better off he'll be.If I had the slightest hope that he could do more than walk I'd be all for trying for everything.There is no such hope. I'm sorry, as of course everyone is. It's a tragedy, but there it is."I grabbed my head, fingers digging into my skin, and the doctor, thinking to be kind, put hishand on my shoulder. At his touch I lost all hope of controlling myself. I burst out crying intomy hands; I cried for Phineas and for myself and for this doctor who believed in facing things.Most of all I cried because of kindness, which I had not expected."Now that's no good. You've got to be cheerful and hopeful. He needs that from you. Hewanted especially to see you. You were the one person he asked for."That stopped my tears. I brought my hands down and watched the red brick exterior of theinfirmary, a cheerful building, coming closer. Of course I was the first person he wanted to see.Phineas would say nothing behind my back; he would accuse me, face to face.We were walking up the steps of the infirmary everything was very swift, and next I was ina corridor being nudged by Dr. Stanpole toward a door. "He's in there. I'll be with you in aminute."
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