The Auctioneer

Perly leaned down over the edge of the pulpit. “Congratulations,” he said, beaming. “I’m so happy for you.” The woman looked up idly but did not smile and the man continued to contemplate the auctioneer as though he were an insect under a microscope.

Perly grinned at the crowd as if to apologize for the couple. “It’s enough to stun an elephant,” he said. “To find yourselves parents as suddenly as all that.

“But I know you’re eager to know about the next child,” Perly went on. “This is a little boy named Michael. He has a smattering of freckles and a wonderful laugh, though these are pretty hard times for him. His mother was in a tragic accident and lost the use of her legs. She’s going to be in the hospital probably for the better part of a year and she’ll always be in a wheelchair. Since she has four older children, she feels that the best thing for Michael is to find him a home with loving parents who are capable of giving him the care and attention he really needs. She’s especially worried about Michael because of his really extraordinary intelligence. He’s only three and already he knows the alphabet and can count to twenty forwards and then count back to one again. He really needs a good nursery school, or maybe first grade. With a little help, he could be reading in a month. Because they knew that they couldn’t give their child what they wanted for him, his parents have signed him over completely, and the adoption can be final in a year. If you doubt whether he’s had the very best of loving, just think what it means to sign away your child in his own best interests. What’s more, this is not an illegitimate child. This is a child begotten in a marriage bed and brought up, to date, in a proper loving family.

“Now I’ll bring him out for you to look at. But, mind you, if he looks a bit down at the mouth, remember this is pretty tough for little Michael. You take him home and cuddle him a bit, feed him a hamburger and a Coke, and put a baseball bat in his hands.

“He’ll be laughing in no time—and hitting homers for the Little League besides.”

Perly himself went out the side door. He was gone so long the door seemed to go in and out of focus under the intensity of Mim’s stare. Finally it opened and Perly appeared carrying a small fairhaired boy sucking on a lollipop. When the child saw all the people in the church, he put his arms around the auctioneer’s neck and hid his face against his neck.

“You see how eager he is to love someone.” Perly smiled. Come on, Michael. Look at the nice people. See how they’re smiling? And all for you.”

Perly waited, and presently Michael peeked out. He was clearly a Carroll, the down-sloping brown eyes unmistakable.

“Emily had an older brother Michael,” John murmured. “Killed in the war.”

Michael rested his head against Perly’s chest, but allowed himself to be carried slowly down the aisle so that people could get a good look at him.

The bidding this time started at five thousand dollars. Couples conferred with each other frequently, and there was a murmur underlying the whole procedure. Except for the dwarf, the group that bid this time was a different one. It narrowed down, eventually, to the dwarf and a middle-aged couple in back of the Moores. They bid angrily and quickly toward the end and finally the middle-aged couple quit. The dwarf and his rather faded but perfectly normal blond wife had won for $9,800. The little man stood up on the pew and made a victory sign to the people while his wife burst noisily into tears.

The auctioneer laughed and said, “All power to you. The deputies stirred, but the people stayed put.

“Now don’t be discouraged if you aren’t one of the lucky sets of parents,” Perly said. “We’ll be having another adoption session sometime in the next few weeks. We’ll mail you a notice. I know of at least two other children who are coming available—one not yet born and an exquisite four-year-old girl—eornsilk hair and royal blue eyes—prettiest thing you ever saw.” He paused as if he were waiting for people to go, but nobody moved.

“And now,” he said, “I think it would be appropriate if we all bowed our heads in prayer again for the newly formed families in our midst.”

Again people bowed their heads. Finally Perly said, “Amen. Now if the happy new parents would like to be my guests over at my house, I’ll have the children brought in so you can meet them in the comfort of my parlor. And we can take care of the formalities as well.”

Perly stepped down from the pulpit. Dixie stood up and stretched, then trotted to his side as he held out his hands toward the couple who had bought the little girl. They stood and waited obediently to follow him, nodding distantly to his questions. The dwarf, in his turn, stood wringing Perly’s hand on and on, his other arm stretched up to circle his wife’s waist as she stood laughing now and red-faced.