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           Thatwas,naturally,thelastplacetheylooked.

           "Wheregoin,Daddy?"Gageaskedcompanionably,givinghisfatherhishand.

           "GoingoverinMrs.Vinton’sfield,"hesaid."Gonnagoflyakite,myman."

           "Kiiiyte?"Gageaskeddoubtfully.

           "You’lllikeit,"Louissaid."Waitaminute,kiddo."

           Theywereinthegaragenow.Louisfoundhiskeyring,unlockedthelittlestoragecloset,andturnedonthelight.HerummagedthroughtheclosetandfoundtheVulture,stillinitsstorebagwiththesalesslipstapledtoit.Hehadboughtitinthedepthsofmid-February,whenhissoulhadcriedoutforsomehope.

           "Dat?"Gageasked.ThiswasGage-esefor"Whateverintheworldmightyouhavethere,Father?"

           "It’sthekite,"Louissaidandpulleditoutofthebag.Gagewatched,interested,asLouisunfurledtheVulture,whichspreaditswingsoverperhapsfivefeetoftoughplastic.Itsbulgy,bloodshoteyesstaredoutatthemfromitssmallheadatopitsscrawny,pinklynakedneck.

           "Birt!"Gageyelled."Birt,Daddy!Gotabirt!"

           "Yeah,it’sabird,"Louisagreed,slippingthesticksintothepocketsatthebackofthekiteandrummagingagainforthefivehundredfeetofkitetwinethathehadboughtthesameday.HelookedbackoverhisshoulderandrepeatedtoGage:"You’regonnalikeit,bigguy."

           Gagelikedit.

           TheytookthekiteoverintoMrs.

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