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           "Waithereaminuteortwo,Louis."

           Judmovedaway,withnoapparentthoughtthatLouismightnotwanttowaitjustaminuteonthisbitternight.Hemovedawaywithassuranceandthatlitheeasewhichwassostrangeinamanofhisage.AndLouisfoundhehadnothingtosayanyway.Hedidn’tfeelmuchlikehimself.HewatchedJudgo,quitecontenttostandhere.

           Heraisedhisfaceintothewindafterthedoorhadclickedclosed,thegarbagebagwithChurch’sbodyinitrifflingbetweenhisfeet.

           Content.

           Yes,hewas.ForthefirsttimesincetheyhadmovedtoMaine,hefeltthathewasinhisplace,thathewashome.Standingherebyhimselfintheafterglowoftheday,standingontherimofwinter,hefeltunhappyandyetoddlyexhilaratedandstrangelywholewholeinawayhehadnotbeen,orcouldnotrememberfeelingthathehadbeen,sincechildhood.

           Somethinggonnahappenhere,Bubba.Somethingprettyweird,Ithink.

           Hetiltedhisheadbackandsawcoldwinterstarsinablackeningsky.

           Howlonghestoodlikethathedidnotknow,althoughitcouldnothavebeenlongintermsofsecondsandminutes.ThenalightflickeredonJud’sporch,bobbed,approachedtheporchdoor,anddescendedthesteps.ItwasJudbehindabigfour-cellflashlight.InhisotherhandheheldwhatLouisatfirstthoughtwasalargeX...andthenhesawthatitwasapickandshovel.

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