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The Lobby

           Hehadstartedtocryandhadn’tbeenabletostopSOTHEMENINTHEWHITECOATShadcometotakehimawaybecauseifyoucouldn’tstopcryingitmeantyouhadLOSTYOURMARBLESandwhenwouldyoubeback?NOONEKNOWS.Hisparkaandsnowpantsandtheclottedsnowshoeslayontherugjustinsidethebigdoubledoors.

           (Iwon’tcryIwon’tletmyselfcry)

           Andhethoughthecoulddothat,buthecouldn’tstopshaking.HelookedintothefireandwaitedforDaddytosaysomething.Highyellowflamesdancedonthedarkstonehearth.Apine-knotexplodedwithabangandsparksrusheduptheflue.

           "Danny,comeoverhere."Jackturnedaround.Hisfacestillhadthatpinched,deathlylook.Dannydidn’tliketolookatit.

           "Jack-"

           "Ijustwanttheboyoverhereforaminute."

           Dannyslippedoffthesofaandcameoverbesidehisdaddy.

           "Goodboy.Nowwhatdoyousee?"

           Dannybadknownwhathewouldseeevenbeforehegottothewindow.Belowtheclutterofboottracks,sledtracks,andsnowshoetracksthatmarkedtheirusualexercisearea,thesnowfieldthatcoveredtheOverlook’slawnsslopeddowntothetopiaryandtheplaygroundbeyond.Itwasmarredbytwosetsoftracks,oneoftheminastraightlinefromtheporchtotheplayground,theotheralong,loopinglinecomingbackup.

           "Onlymytracks,Daddy.

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