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"
Let
’
s
go
in
the
back
way
.
"
He
tried
to
open
the
picket
gate
quietly
,
but
the
latch
clicked
and
the
hinges
growled
.
They
walked
up
the
short
path
to
the
porch
with
its
yellowing
passion
vine
.
Mac
knocked
on
the
door
.
A
voice
from
inside
called
,
"
Who
is
it
?
"
"
Is
that
you
,
Al
?
"
"
Yeah
.
"
"
Are
you
alone
?
"
"
Yeah
.
Who
are
you
?
"
"
It
’
s
Mac
.
"
"
Oh
,
come
on
in
,
Mac
.
The
door
ain
’
t
locked
.
"
They
went
into
the
kitchen
.
Al
lay
on
his
narrow
bed
against
the
wall
.
He
seemed
to
have
grown
gaunt
in
the
few
days
.
The
skin
hung
loosely
on
his
face
.
"
Hi
,
Mac
.
I
thought
nobody
’
d
ever
come
.
My
old
man
went
out
early
.
"
"
We
tried
to
get
over
before
,
Al
.
How
’
s
all
the
hurts
?
"
