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Chapter 24
"AndthelastIseehimhe’sblindinthecedarsfromdrinkingandeverytimeIseehimputthebottletohismouthhedon’tsuckoutofit,itsucksoutofhimuntilhe’sshrunksowrinkledandyelloweventhedogsdon’tknowhim,andwehadtocarthimoutofthecedars,inapickup,toaplaceinPortland,todie.I’mnotsayingtheykill.Theydidn’tkillhim.Theydidsomethingelse."
Iwasfeelingawfullysleepy.Ididn’twanttotalkanymore.ItriedtothinkbackonwhatI’dbeensaying,anditdidn’tseemlikewhatI’dwantedtosay.
"Ibeentalkingcrazy,ain’tI?"
"Yeah,Chief"—herolledoverinhisbed—"youbeentalkin’crazy."
"Itwasn’twhatIwantedtosay.Ican’tsayitall.Itdon’tmakesense."
"Ididn’tsayitdidn’tmakesense,Chief,Ijustsaiditwastalkin’crazy."
Hedidn’tsayanythingafterthatforsolongIthoughthe’dgonetosleep.IwishedI’dtoldhimgoodnight.Ilookedoverathim,andhewasturnedawayfromme.Hisarmwasn’tunderthecovers,andIcouldjustmakeouttheacesandeightstattooedthere.It’sbig,Ithought,bigasmyarmsusedtobewhenIplayedfootball.Iwantedtoreachoverandtouchtheplacewherehewastattooed,toseeifhewasstillalive.He’slayin’awfulquiet,Itoldmyself,Ioughttotouchhimtoseeifhe’sstillalive....
That’salie.Iknowhe’sstillalive.Thatain’tthereasonIwanttotouchhim.
Iwanttotouchhimbecausehe’saman.
That’salietoo.There’sothermenaround.
