The counselor sighsFellows, I'm going to give...
The counselor sighsFellows, I'm going to give this tent a demerit because of Robert
Well, I don't see why you have to make a bed when you just got to take it apart at night
What's the matter, Hearn, are you filthy, how were you brought up if you don't make a bed? And why didn't you come out like a man and say you were guilty?
Aw, leave me alone
Another demerit, the counselor saysFellows, it's up to you to make Robert behave
Only he wins back the demerits at the team boxing matches that afternoonHe shuffles in clumsily against the other kid, his arms tired from the heavy gloves, and swings his fists desperately
His father has come up to see him for the daySock it to him, give it to him, Robert, in the head, in the stomach, give it to him
The other kid jolts him in the face, and he pauses for a moment, drops his gloves, and dabs at his outraged noseAnother punch makes his ear ringDon't let up, Bobby, his father knock off chanel shoutsA missed punch travels around his head, the forearm scraping the skin on his face
In the belly, Robert
He swings out feverishly, flailing his armsThe other kid walks into a punch, sits down surprised, and then gets up slowlyRobert keeps swinging at him, hitting him, and the kid goes down again, and the referee stops the fightBobby Hearn on a TKO, he shouts, gives four points to the BluesThe kids yell, and Bill Hearn is putting a bear hug around him as he climbs out of the ropes set up on the grassOh, you gave it to him, Bobby, I told you to give it to him in the belly, that was the way to fight, kid, goddam, I got to hand it to you, you're not afraid to step in and mix it
He wiggles out of the hugLeave me alone, Pop, let me go, and he runs away over the grass to his tent, trying not to cry

There are the summers in Charlevoix, the expanding house in the Chicago suburb, the world of long green lawns, and quiet black chanel quilted bag celeb beaches, and croquet courses and tennis courts; there are all the intimate and extensive details of wealth, the things he takes for granted, and understands, separates only laterThere is also six years at Fieldmont Country Day, more of the fellows and demerits, the occasional sermon, the individual regular-fellow ethic borrowed from more exclusive eastern prep schools

You do not lie You do not cheat
You do not swear You do not screw
And you go to church

Always of course with the booming voice, the meaty palm of Bill Hearn in the background, combined somehow -- never believably -- with dancing lessons on Saturday mornings, and the persistent avid aspirations of Ina HearnBobby, why don't you take Elizabeth Perkins to your Junior Dance?
Deep in the womb which covers me,
Green as grass from house to house
Only that idea comes later

The week after he graduates from Fieldmont Country Day, he goes on a drinking replica prada fairy bag bout with a few contemporaries, fellow graduates, to a shack out in the woods, owned by one of their fathersA two-story shack with a built-in bar
At night they sit around in one of the upstairs bedrooms, passing the bottle after swigging at it gingerly
To hell with your old manThey are all shocked, but it was Carsons who spoke, and his father committed suicide in 1930Carsons can be forgiven
Here's good-bye to Fieldmont, good old FCD, we had a lot of time there
The Dean wasn't bad but I never could figure him out, and you remember what a good-looking wife he had
Here's to the wife, I heard she left him last year for a monthThe bottle goes on its second and third circuit
All in all we had a good time there, only I'm glad to be out, I sure wish I was going with you fellows to Yale
In a corner the football captain of the previous season is bending Hearn's earI wish I could be back for this next fall, what a team we're classic chanel handbag going to have with those juniors, you mark my words, Haskell is going to be All-American in four years, and while we're on the subject, Bob, I would like to give you just a little word of advice 'cause I've kept my eye on you for a long time now, and you don't try hard enough, you don't pull, you could've made the team 'cause you're big and you got natural ability but you didn't want to, and it's a shame because you ought to pull harder
Stick your head in a bucket of ice
Hearn's drunk, the captain yells
Look at old Hearn off in the corner againI bet he busted up with Adelaide
She's a keen girl, but she necks around an awful lot, I bet Lantry used to worry about it before he went off to Princeton
Aw, brothers don't care, that's my theoryI've got a sister, and she doesn't fool around, but I wouldn't care if she did
You're only saying that 'cause she doesn't, I mean if she did, oh, that liquor is going around in my pink gucci bag he