for two other boys had come up and

“He was instantly killed,” Rufus began, and expected to go ahead and correct some of the details of the account, but nobody seemed to hear him, for two other boys had come up and just as he began to speak one of them said, “Your daddy got his name in the paper didn he, and you too,” and he saw that now all the boys looked at him with new respect. “He’s dead,” he told them. “He got killed.” “That’s what my daddy says,” one of them said, and the other said, “What you get for driving a auto when you’re drunk, that’s what my dad says,” and the two of them looked gravely at the other boys, nodding, and at Rufus. “What’s drunk?” Rufus asked. “What’s drunk?” one of the boys mocked incredulously: “Drunk is fulla good ole whiskey”; and he began to stagger about in circles with his knees weak and his head lolling. “At’s what drunk is.” “Then he wasn’t,” Rufus said. “How do you know?” “He wasn’t drunk because that wasn’t how he died. The wheel hit a rock and the other wheel, the one you steer with, just hit him on the chin, but it hit him so hard it killed him. He was instantly killed.” “What’s instantly killed?” one of them asked. “What do you care?” another said. “Right off like that,” an older boy explained, snapping his fingers. Another boy joined the group. Thinking of what instantly meant, and how his father’s name was in the paper and his own too, and how he had got killed, not just died, he was not listening to them very clearly for a few moments, and then, all of a sudden, he began to realize that he was the center of everything and that they all knew it and that they waited to hear him tell the true account of it.