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           "

           "Shhh,Ellie,gotosleep,"Louissaid,astoundedbythecalmnessofhisownvoice.Itmadehimthinkofthemorningafterhissleepwalkingincident,thedayafterPascowhaddied.Gettingtotheinfirmaryandduckingintothebathroomtolookathimselfinthemirror,convincedthathemustlooklikehell.Buthehadlookedprettymuchallright.Itwasenoughtomakeyouwonderhowmanypeopleweregoingaroundwithdreadfulsecretsbottledupinside.

           It’snotasecret,goddammit!It’sjustthecat!

           ButElliewasright.Itstanktohighheaven.

           Hetookthecatoutofherroomandcarrieditdownstairs,tryingtobreathethroughhismouth.Therewereworsesmells;shitwasworse,ifyouwantedtobeperfectlyblunt.Amonthagothey’dhadago-roundwiththeseptictank,andasJudhadsaidwhenhecameovertowatchPufferandSonspumpthetank,"Thatain’tChanelNumberFive,isit,Louis?"ThesmellofagangrenouswoundwhatoldDoctorBracermunnatmedschoolhadcalled"hotflesh"wasworsetoo.EventhesmellwhichcamefromtheCivic’scatalyticconverterwhenithadbeenidlinginthegarageforawhilewasworse.

           Butthissmellwasprettydamnbad.Andhowhadthecatgottenin,anyway?Hehadputitoutearlier,sweepingitoutwiththebroomwhileallthreeofthemhispeoplewereupstairs.Thiswasthefirsttimehehadactuallyheldthecatsincethedayithadcomeback,almostaweekago.

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