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           Standingonhisfrozenlawn,helookedlikeapieceofstatuary,justanotherdeadthinginthistwilightlandscapewherenobirdsang.

           Louisstartedacross,andthenJudmovedwavedhimback.ShoutedsomethingLouiscouldnotmakeoutoverthepervasivewhineofthewind.Louissteppedback,realizingsuddenlythatthewind’swhinehaddeepenedandsharpened.AmomentlateranairhornblattedandanOrincotruckroaredpastcloseenoughtomakehispantsandjacketflap.Damnedifhehadn’talmostwalkedrightoutinfrontofthething.

           Thistimehecheckedbothwaysbeforecrossing.Therewasonlythetanker’staillights,dwindlingintothetwilight.

           "Thoughtthat"Rincotruckwasgonnagetyou,"Judsaid."Haveacare,Louis."Eventhisclose,Louiscouldn’tseeJud’sface,andtheuncomfortablefeelingpersistedthatthiscouldhavebeenanyone...anyoneatall.

           "Where’sNorma?"heasked,stillnotlookingdownatthesprawledbundleoffurbyJud’sfoot.

           "WenttotheThanksgivingchurchservice,"hesaid."She’llstaytothesupper,Iguess,althoughIdon’tthinkshe’lleatnothing.She’sgottenpeckish."Thewindgusted,shiftingthehoodbackmomentarily,andLouissawthatitwasindeedJudwhoelsewouldithavebeen?"It’smostlyanexcuseforahenpaaaty,"Judsaid."Theydon’teatmuchbutsanwidgesafterthebigmealatnoon.She’llbebackaroundeight."

           Louiskneltdowntolookatthecat.

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