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He grew more interested. УWhy? Why would they lock him up?Ф

УBecause it would be crazyЧФ Her breath caught in her throat but she kept the sound of her voice level, and busied herself at the stove, her head down so that he wouldnТt notice anything wrong.

УWhy? Why would it be crazy?Ф The clear voice seemed too clear, as if someone could hear it outside the room, outside the walls, as if the whole town could hear. УWhy canТt I wear my cap backwardЧФ

УItТs crazy!Ф she snapped. The pan clattered loudly on the stove under the violence of her stirring. Always answer a childТs questions with a smile. She swallowed with a dry mouth, and tried.

УI mean it would be queer. ItТs odd. You donТt want to be odd, do you?Ф He didnТt answer, and she plunged on, trying desperately to make him see it. УOnly crazy people want to be odd. Crazy people and seditioners.Ф She swallowed again. УEveryone likes to be like everyone else.Ф Breathless, she waited, turning her head covertly to see if he understood. He had to understand! He couldnТt talk like this in front of her friends, they might not understand, they might think that sheЧ

She remembered the seditioner who had moved into town three years ago, a plane and tractor mechanic. He had seemed such a nice man on the outside, but he had turned out to be a seditioner, wanting to change something. People from the town had gone to show him what they thought of it, and someone had hit him too hard, and he had died. Johnny mustnТtЧ

He looked sulky and unconvinced. УMr. Dunner said everybody could be as different as they liked,Ф he said. УHe said it doesnТt matter what you wear.Ф He kicked the edge of the sink defiantly, something like desperation welling up in his voice. УHe said being like other people is stupid, like caterpillars.Ф

She thought, Mr. Dunner now, the history teacher, another seditioner. That tall shy man. And he had been teaching the children for five years! Other peopleТs children too. She turned off the stove and went numbly to the telephone.

While she was telephoning the fourth house, Johnny came out of the kitchen with his cap on and his jacket zipped, ready to go out and play. She lowered her voice. While she talked on the phone he went to the hall mirror, looked into it and carefully took his cap off, rotated it and replaced it backward, with the visor to the back and the ear tabs on his forehead. His eyes met hers speculatively in the mirror.

For a moment she did not absorb what he had done. She had never seen anyone wearing a hat wrong way before. It gave a horrible impression of a whole head turned backward, us if the back of his head were a featureless brown face watching her under the visor. The pale oval of his real face in the mirror seemed changed and alien.

Somehow a steel strength came to her. She remembered that the viewing screen was off. No one had seen. She said into the phone, as if starting a sentence, УWell, I thinkЧФ and put her finger on the lever, cutting the connection, and hung up.

Johnny was watching her. Rising, she slapped his face. Seeing the white hand marks, she realized that she had slapped harder than she had intended, but she was not sorry. It was for his sake.

The phone began ringing.

УGo upstairsЧФ she whispered, breathing hard. УGo to your roomЧФ He went. She picked up the phone. УYes, Mrs. Jessups, IТm sorryЕ I guess we were cut off.Ф

Three calls, four calls, five calls.

When Bruce Wilson arrived home he heard the story. He listened, his hand clutching the bannister rail, the knuckles whitening.

When Pam finished he asked tightly, УDo you think a spanking would do any good?Ф

УNo, heТs all right now, heТs frightened.Ф

УAre you sure heТs safe?Ф

УYes.Ф But she looked tired and worried. Johnny had been exposed to sedition. It remained to be seen if it would have any effect. Seditioners were always tarred and feathered, fired, driven out of their home, beaten, hanged, burned.

The telephone rang, Pam reached for it, then paused, glancing away from him. Her voice changed. УThat will be the vigilantes, Bruce.Ф

УI have to finish that report tonight. IТm tired, Pam.Ф

УYou didnТt go last time. It wouldnТt look right if youЧФ

УI guess IТd better go. ItТs my duty anyhow.Ф

They didnТt look at each other. He answered the phone.