“Well, you ain’t anonymous no more.”“Look, I have things to do. Gotta catch up.”“Ooh, fine. I guess I’ll do something else—something really fun and exciting!”“I’m not a kid, you can’t trick me.”“Couldn’t hurt to try… Okay, I’ll see you later. Maybe Saturday?”“I’ll be there.”And Mr. Feynman said goodbye to Mr. Micallef, and he resigned himself toquietness, back in his armchair. He read his book until he fell asleep. He looked peaceful, but he suddenly jerked out of his sleep. He had a nightmare where Larry was abusing Nicole. Just beating the snot outta her.“Fuck,” said Mr. Feynman. “What that asshole must be doing to her—” He sprungup at the midnight hour and went to his closet. He swung open the door and selectedsomething to put over himself, based on the weather. A raincoat, since it was rain. Hewent out with boots into the mud.He went into his car and sped to Larry’s.Larry’s place was quite nice. It was a large home. A six-bedroom deal. Not quite amansion, but not quite a house.Mr. Feynman went into his car trunk and took out a sports axe. He crept to the frontdoor of Larry’s home and looked through the window. He knew that the principal, Mr.Conn, and his wife would not be at home. Those two usually went out on Fridays towhatever tickled their fancy. They were very social people.“Alright,” said Mr. Feynman. “Let’s do this quick and dirty. One blow to the kid’shead with the axe and run out. No looking back. The cops will never find out. They’re toodumb.” Then he smashed open the glass at the front entrance and reached his handthrough to open the door.As he entered the main foyer, the lights went on. Mr. Feynman was dazzled in a badway. He looked left and saw Larry, and then he looked right and saw Larry. He lookedagain. There was only one Larry.Larry paced down the stairs to Mr. Feynman.“Mr. Feynman,” he said. “What’re you doing here? Why’s the glass all broken?”“It stops now,” said Mr. Feynman. Then he swung his axe into Larry’s head—butagainst what he told himself, he kept doing it. Over and over again.Larry’s head looked like a smashed watermelon.“It’s done,” said Mr. Feynman with short breath. “I can go now.” And he ran away.Just like Mr. Feynman had predicted, the cops were dumb, and they were baffled atthe crime. Well, they weren’t really dumb, but it was more ‘cause they had so many damnsuspects. A lot of people hated Larry Conn. His girlfriend, and all the kids he bullied,which was a good chunk of the school.Mr. Feynman was on his break, having lunch alone in his vacant classroom. Mr.Micallef came by.“Man,” said Mr. Micallef, “I still can’t believe it. One of our students got murdered.And in the most gruesome manner possible. What are the odds, huh?”“He probably deserved it,” said Mr. Feynman.“Uuuh, I dunno about that. But he was kind of a jerk.”A knock came at the door.
It was Nicole, and she let herself in.“I better leave,” said Mr. Micallef, and he did.