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           Andshekissedhischeekandwentfromtheroomandhelaysmellingthewindthatblewfromthehiddenmachinebelow,richwiththeodorofthoseroastedchestnutsthatsoldintheautumnstreetsofaParishehadneverknown...

           Acatmovedunseenamongthehypnotizeddogsandboystopurragainstthegaragedoor,inthesoundofsnow-wavescrumblingdownafarawayandrhythmicallybreathingshore.

           Tomorrow,thoughtLeoAuffmann,we’lltrythemachine,allofus,together.

           Latethatnightheawokeandknewsomethinghadwakenedhim.Farawayinanotherroomheheardsomeonecrying."Saul?"hewhispered,gettingoutofbed.

           InhisroomSaulwept,hisheadburiedinhispillow."No...no..."hesobbed."Over...over..."

           Saul,youhadanightmare?Tellmeaboutit,son."Buttheboyonlywept.

           Andsittingthereontheboy’sbed,LeoAuffmannsuddenlythoughttolookoutthewindow.Below,thegaragedoorsstoodopen.

           Hefeltthehairsrisealongthebackofhisneck.

           WhenSaulsleptagain,uneasily,whimpering,hisfatherwentdownstairsandouttothegaragewhere,notbreathing,heputhishandout.

           InthecoolnighttheHappinessMachine’smetalwastoohottotouch.

           So,hethought,Saulwasheretonight.

           Why?WasSaulunhappy,inneedofthemachine?No,happy,butwantingtoholdontohappinessalways.Couldyoublameaboywiseenoughtoknowhispositionwhotriedtokeepitthatway?No!Andyet...

           Above,quitesuddenly,somethingwhitewasexhaledfromSaul’swindow.LeoAuffmann’sheartthundered.