In this passage, the narrator reflects on an altercation with Jasper Jr., who disrespects him by spitting in his face after a confrontation. Despite feeling provoked to retaliate, the narrator holds back, understanding that his father believes fighting is not the solution unless absolutely necessary. Instead, he cleverly throws a fishing jig at Jasper Jr., snagging him and causing chaos as Jasper Jr. and Bull struggle in their boat, which ultimately capsizes due to their frantic movements. Amidst the commotion, the narrator realizes that his actions have ruined his fishing trip. When he returns home, his sister Abbey is concerned about the potential consequences of the incident, especially since their mother is angry upon seeing the narrator’s black eye. The narrator pleads with his mother not to escalate the situation by informing Dusty Muleman, understanding that the repercussions could be worse. The passage ends with the mother instructing Noah to clean up before addressing a visitor waiting in the living room, hinting at further developments related to the confrontation.
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My father's a large man, very strong, but he says fighting is for people who can't win with their brains. He also says there are times when you've got no choice but to defend yourself from common morons. If Jasper Jr. had taken an- other swing at me, I definitely would have punched him back. Then Bull would have beaten me to a pulp and the whole thing would have been over.
But Jasper Jr. didn't hit me again. Instead he spit in my face, which was worse in a way.
He forced a laugh and called me a couple of dirty names and headed back toward the johnboat. He was shaking the hand that he'd hit me with, as if there were a crab or a mousetrap attached to it. Bull was following behind, cackling like a hyena. They got into the boat, and Jasper Jr. jerk-started the outboard while Bull shoved off from the bow.
I pulled up the front of my shirt and wiped the spit off my face. Then I grabbed my fishing rod and took aim.
The bucktail jig I happened to be using weighed one- quarter of an ounce, which doesn't sound like much until it thumps you between the shoulder blades, which is where I thumped Jasper Jr. It was an awesome cast, I've got to admit. The hook on the jig snagged firmly in the mesh of Jasper Jr.'s ratty old basketball jersey, and he let out a howl. I gave a stiff yank and he howled again.
In a panic he twisted the throttle and the johnboat picked up speed, but that didn't help Jasper Jr. was stuck on the end of my line like a moray eel. He hollered for Bull
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Bull found a knife and clambered to the back end of the boat, which turned out to be a humongous mistake. With so much weight in the stern-Bull, Jasper Jr., plus the engine-the bow tilted upward and the johnboat began taking on water.
No sooner had Bull reached behind Jasper Jr. to cut the fishing line than the motor gurgled to a dead stop. The blue-green water of Snake Creek was pouring in over the transom, but nobody in the johnboat moved. Jasper Jr. was yelling at Bull and Bull was yelling back, and they just kept getting wetter and wetter. By now the motor was completely submerged and the bow was pointed nearly straight up in the air, which meant that the boat was about to capsize.
Bull was the first to jump, with Jasper Jr. right behind him. They started swimming like maniacs toward the bumpers of the bridge, cursing the whole way. They were making such an awful racket that the mullet scattered out of the eddies, and I knew that the fishing was pretty much shot for the afternoon.
So I reeled in my line and made my way up the slope, toward the highway.
"You did what?" Abbey said when I told her what happened. "Geez, you're as whacked as Dad."
"I didn't sink their stupid boat. They sunk it themselves."
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Abbey muttered in exasperation, "If this keeps up, we're gonna get run out of town. Mom'll have to put the house for sale."
"Jasper Jr. spit on me," I said.
"What happened to your eye?"
"He did that, too."
After examining my bruise, Abbey seemed more sympa- thetic. "From now on, don't go anywhere without Thom or Rado," she advised.
It would have been a sensible plan, except that Thom's family was heading to North Carolina for the rest of the summer, and Rado was going camping in Colorado with his mother and stepdad. Thom and Rado were my best friends, and without them I was basically on my own.
Mom came into the bedroom, and the first thing she no- ticed, naturally, was my black eye. I told her the whole story-Abbey hung around to make sure. My mother was real angry, but I begged her not to call Dusty Muleman and tell him what Jasper Jr. had done.
"It'll just make things worse," I said.
"What could be worse than getting punched and spit at?" she asked.
"Lots of things. Trust me, Mom."
"Noah's right," Abbey said.
"We'll discuss this later." My mother's mouth wasn't moving much when she talked, which meant she was still mad. "Noah, please go wash up. There's a gentleman wait- ing in the living room to speak with you.'
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