Nuckles looks white and pasty stepping down the court aisle1, his hair is reduced to clumps2. You'd say he had something more than a nervous breakdown3, if you saw him. He's bony and frail4 under his ton of make-up.
'Marion Nuckles,' says the prosecutor5. 'Can you identify Vernon Gregory Little in the courtroom?'
Nuckles's sunken eyes worm through the room. They stop at my cage. Then, as if against a hurricane wind, he raises a finger to me.
'Let the record show the witness has identified the defendant6. Mister Nuckles, can you confirm you were the defendant's class teacher between ten and eleven o'clock on the morning of Tuesday, May twentieth, this year?'
Nuckles's eyes swim without registering anything. He breaks into a sweat, and crumples7 over the railing of the witness box.
'Your honor, I must protest,' says Brian, 'the witness is in no state …'
'Shh!' says the judge. He watches Nuckles with razor eyes.
'I was there,' says Nuckles. His lips tremble, he begins to cry.
The judge flaps an urgent hand at the prosecutor. 'Get to the point!' he hisses8.
'Marion Nuckles, can you confirm that at some time during that hour you gave some notes to the defendant, written in your own hand, and sent him with them on an errand, outside the classroom?'
'Yes, yes,' says Nuckles, shaking violently.
'And what happened then?'
Nuckles starts to dry retch over the railing. 'Scorned the love of Jesus - erased9 his perfume from across the land …'
'Your honor, please,' shouts Brian.
'Doused10 it all in the blood of babes …'
The prosecutor hangs suspended in time, mouth open. 'What happened?' he shouts. 'What exactly did Vernon Little do?'
'He killed them, killed them all …'
Nuckles breaks into sobs11, barks them like a wolf, and from my cage in the new world I bark sobs back, pelt12 them through the bars like bones. My sobs ring out through both summations13, spray the journey to the cells behind the courthouse, and continue through a visit from an officer who tells me the jury has retired14 to a hotel to consider the matter of my life or death.
Friday, twenty-first of November is a smoky day, tingling15 with a sense that solid matter can pass through you like air. I watch the jury foreman put on his glasses and lift a sheet of paper to his face. Mom couldn't make it today, but Pam came by with Vaine Gurie and Georgette Porkorney. Vaine is frowning, and seems a little slimmer. George's ole porcelain16 eyes roll around the room, she distracts herself with other thoughts. She trembles a little. You ain't allowed to smoke in here. And look at Pam. When I catch her eye, she makes a flurry of gestures that seem to describe us eating a hearty17 meal together, soon. I just look away.
'Mr Foreman, has the jury reached a verdict?'
'We have, sir.'
The court officer reads out the first charge to the jury. 'How do you find the defendant - guilty, or not guilty?'
'Not guilty,' says the foreman.
'On the second count of murder, that of Hiram Salazar in Lockhart, Texas - how do you find the defendant, guilty or not guilty?'
'Not guilty.'
My heart beats through five not guilties. Six, seven, nine, eleven. Seventeen not guilties. The prosecutor's lips curl. My attorney sits proud in his chair.
'On the eighteenth count of murder in the first degree, that of Barry Enoch Gurie in Martirio, Texas - how do you find the defendant, guilty or not guilty?'
'Not guilty,' says the foreman.
The officer reads a list of my fallen school friends. The world holds its breath as he looks up to ask the verdict.
The jury foreman's eyes twitch18, then fall.
'Guilty.'
Even before he says it, I feel departments in the office of my life start to close up shop; files are shredded19, sensitivities are folded into neatly20 marked boxes, lights and alarms are switched off. As the husk of my body is guided from the court, I sense a single little man sat at the bottom of my soul. He hunches21 over a card table under a naked low-watt bulb, sipping22 flat beer from a plastic cup. I figure he must be my janitor23. I figure he must be me.
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