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           Louiswasindifferent.Hehadmoreofeverything.

           Thecatstartedfortheroad,thenturnedbacktowardthehouse,asifrememberingsomething.Itgothalfwaythereandthenbegantoweavedrunkenly.Itmadethesteps,leapeduptothefirstone,thenfelloff.Itlayonthebarepatchatthefootoftheporchstepsonitsside,breathingweakly.

           LouisglancedintotheChevette.Ifhehadneededmoreconfirmationthanthestonethathadreplacedhisheart,hehadit:Rachel’spurseontheseat,herscarf,andaclutchofplaneticketsspillingoutofaDeltaAirlinesfolder.

           Whenheturnedaroundagaintowalktotheporch,Church’ssidehadceaseditsrapid,flutterymovement.Churchwasdead.Again.

           Louissteppedoveritandmountedtheporchsteps.

           "Gage?"

           Itwascoolinthefronthall.Coolanddark.Thesinglewordfellintothesilencelikeastonedownadeep-drilledwell.Louisthrewanother.

           "Gage?"

           Nothing.Eventhetickoftheclockintheparlorhadceased.Thismorningtherehadbeennoonetowindit.

           Butthereweretracksonthefloor.

           Louiswentintothelivingroom.Therewasthesmellofcigarettes,staleandlongsinceburnedout.HesawJud’schairbythewindow.Itwaspushedaskew,asifhehadgottenupsuddenly.Therewasanashtrayonthewindowsill,andinitaneatrollofcigaretteash.

           Judsatherewatching.

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