She froze, and her heart began to pound double time, for she knew he had been lying in wait for her. He’d have known about her summons to Mrs. Bowmaine’s office and would have counted on her using the nearest stairs to return to her room.
They were alone. At any time another child or staff member might come along, but for the moment they were alone.
Her first impulse was to retreat and use the south stairs, but she remembered what Thelma had said about standing up to the Eel and about how his type preyed only on weaklings. She told herself that the best thing to do was walk past him without saying a word, but her feet seemed to have been nailed to the step; she could not move.
Looking down at her from half a flight up, the Eel smiled. It was a horrible smile: His skin was white, and his lips were colorless, but his crooked teeth were as yellow and mottled with brownish spots as the skin of a ripe banana. Under his unruly copper-red hair, his face resembled a clown’s countenance—not the kind of clown you’d see in a circus but the kind you might run into on Halloween night, the kind that might carry a chainsaw instead of a seltzer bottle.
“You’re a very pretty little girl, Laura.”
She tried to tell him to go to hell. She couldn’t speak.
“I’d like to be your friend,” he said.
Somehow she found the strength to start up the steps toward him.
He smiled even more broadly, perhaps because he thought she was responding to his offer of friendship. He reached into a pocket of his khaki pants and withdrew a couple of Tootsie Rolls.
Laura recalled Thelma’s comical assessment of the Eel’s stupidly unimaginative gambits, and suddenly he did not look as scary to her as he had before. Offering Tootsie Rolls, leering at her, Sheener was a ridiculous figure, a caricature of evil, and she would have laughed at him if she had not known what he had done to Tammy and other girls. Though she could not quite laugh, the Eel’s ludicrous appearance and manner gave her the courage to move swiftly around him.
When he realized she was not going to take the candy or respond to his offer of friendship, he put a hand on her shoulder to stop her.
She angrily took hold of his hand and threw it off. “Don’t you ever touch me, you geek.”
She hurried up the stairs, struggling against a desire to run. If she ran he would know that her fear of him had not been entirely banished. He must see absolutely no weakness in her, for weakness would encourage him to continue harassing her.
By the time she was only two steps from the next landing, she allowed herself to hope that she had won, that her toughness had impressed him. Then she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper. Behind her, in a loud whisper he said, “Hey, Laura, look at this. Look at what I have for you.” There was a demented, hateful tone in his voice. “Look, look at what’s in my hand now, Laura.”
She did not glance back.
She reached the landing and started up the next flight, thinking: There’s no reason to run; you don’t dare run, don’t run, don’t run.
From one flight below, the Eel said, “Look at the big Tootsie Roll I have in my hand now, Laura. It’s lots bigger than those others.”
On the third floor Laura hurried directly to the bathroom where she vigorously scrubbed her hands. She felt filthy after taking hold of Sheener’s hand in order to remove it from her shoulder.
Later, when she and the Ackerson twins convened their nightly powwow on the floor of their room, Thelma howled with laughter when she heard about the Eel wanting Laura to look at his “big Tootsie Roll.” She said, “He’s priceless, isn’t he? Where do you think he gets these lines of his? Does Doubleday publish the Perverts’ Book of Classic Come-ons or something?”
“The point is,” Ruth said worriedly, “he wasn’t turned off when Laura stood up to him. I don’t think he’s going to give up on her as quickly as he gives up on other girls who resist him.”