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           HewasfollowingElliedownstairsasrapidlyashecouldyelling"Getit!Get-it-get-it-GET-IT!"atthetopofhislungs.Louiscaughtjustaglimpseofhissturdylittlekid’sbody,cladonlyindiapersandrubberpants.

           Rachelcalledupagain,"Louis,wasthatyou?Youawake?"

           "Yeah,"hesaid,sittingup.

           "Toldyouhewas!"Elliecalled."I’mgoin.Bye!"TheslamofthefrontdoorandGage’soutragedbellowpunctuatedthis.

           "Oneeggortwo?"Rachelcalled.

           Louispushedbacktheblanketsandswunghisfeetoutontothenubsofthehookedrug,readytotellherhe’dskiptheeggs,justabowlofcerealandhe’drun...andthewordsdiedinhisthroat.

           Hisfeetwerefilthywithdirtandpineneedles.

           Hisheartleapedupinhisthroatlikeacrazyjack-in-the-box.Movingfast,eyesbulging,teethclampedunfeelinglyonhistongue,hekickedthecoversallthewayback.Thefootofhisbedwaslitteredwithneedles.Thesheetsweremuckyanddirty.

           "Louis?"

           Hesawafewerrantpineneedlesonhisknees,andsuddenlyhelookedathisrightarm.Therewasascratchthereonthebicep,afreshscratch,exactlywherethedeadbranchhadpokedhim...inthedream.

           I’mgoingtoscream.Icanfeelit.

           Andhecouldtoo;itwasroaringupfrominside,nothingbutabigcoldbulletoffear.Realityshimmered.

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