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           "Seeyouaround."

           Therewasasoftsighofair;thedoorcollapsedshut,tuckingupitscorrugatedtongue.Thetrolleyscslowlydownthelateafternoon,brighterthanthesun,tangerine,allflashinggoldandlemon,turnedafarconwheeling,andvanished,goneaway.

           "Schoolbusses!"Charliewalkedtothecurb."Won’evengiveusachancetobelatetoschool.Comegetyouayourfrontdoor.Neverbelateagaininallourlives.Thinkofthatnightmare,Doug,justthinkitallover."

           ButDouglas,standingonthelawn,wasseeinghowitwouldbetomorrow,whenthemenwouldpourhottaroverthesilvertrackssoyouwouldneverknowatrolleyhaderunthisway.Heknewitwouldtakeasmanyyearsascouldthinkofnowtoforgetthetracks,nomatterhowdeeplyburied.Somemorninginautumn,spring,orwinterheknhe’dwakeand,ifhedidn’tgonearthewindow,ifhejustlaydeepandsnugandwarm,inhisbed,hewouldhearit,faintandfaraway.

           Andaroundthebendofthemorningstreet,uptheavenue,betweentheevenrowsofsycamore,elmandmaple,itthequietnessbeforethestartofliving,pasthishousehwouldhearthefamiliarsounds.Likethetickingofadoetherumbleofadozenmetalbarrelsrolling,thehumofsingleimmensedragonflyatdawn.Likeamerry-go-roundlikeasmallelectricalstorm,thecolorofbluelightning,coming,here,andgone.