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           Executionerofsmallmice,Louisthoughtrandomly.Christ,whatdidwedothatnight?

           Hetriedhonestlytoremember,butitalreadyseemedfaraway,dimanddistant,likethemessydeathofVictorPascowontheflooroftheinfirmary’sreceptionroom.Hecouldremembercarriagesofwindpassingintheskyandthewhiteglimmerofsnowinthebackfieldwhichrosetothewoods.Thatwasall.

           "Daddy?"Elliesaidinalow,subduedvoice.

           "What,Ellie?"

           "Churchsmellsfunny."

           "Doeshe?"Louisasked,hisvoicecarefullyneutral.

           "Yes!"Elliesaid,distressed."Yes,hedoes!Heneversmelledfunnybefore!Hesmellslike...hesmellslikeka-ka!"

           "Well,maybeherolledinsomethingbad,honey,"Louissaid."Whateverthatbadsmellis,he’llloseit."

           "Icertainlyhopeso,"Elliesaidinacomicaldowager’svoice.Shewalkedoff.

           Louisfoundthelastfork,washedit,andpulledtheplug.Hestoodatthesink,lookingoutintothenightwhilethesoapywaterrandownthedrainwithathickchucklingsound.

           Whenthesoundfromthedrainwasgonehecouldhearthewindoutside,thinandwild,comingfromthenorth,bringingdownwinter,andherealizedhewasafraid,simply,stupidlyafraid,thewayyouareafraidwhenacloudsuddenlysailsacrossthesunandsomewhereyouhearatickingsoundyoucan’taccountfor.

           "Ahundredandthree!"Rachelasked.

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