he did n't waste any similar feelings on buddy , who liked to get him down and sit on top of him with a knee on each of george 's shoulders and tap a spoon in the middle of george 's forehead until he just about went crazy ( buddy called it the spoon torture of the heathen chinee and laughed like a madman and sometimes went on doing it until george cried ) , buddy who sometimes gave him the indian rope burn so hard that little drops of blood would appear on george 's forearm , sitting on top of the pores like dew on blades of grass at dawn , buddy who had listened so sympathetically when george had one night whispered in the dark of their bedroom that he liked heather macardle and who the next morning ran across the schoolyard screaming george and heather up in a tree , kay-eye-ess-ess-eye-en-gee !