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"
Ever
had
any
children
?
Come
on
,
George
,
sit
still
--
I
asked
you
a
question
.
Did
you
ever
have
any
children
?
"
The
hard
brown
beetles
kept
thudding
against
the
dull
light
,
and
whenever
Michaelis
heard
a
car
go
tearing
along
the
road
outside
it
sounded
to
him
like
the
car
that
had
n't
stopped
a
few
hours
before
.
He
did
n't
like
to
go
into
the
garage
,
because
the
work
bench
was
stained
where
the
body
had
been
lying
,
so
he
moved
uncomfortably
around
the
office
--
he
knew
every
object
in
it
before
morning
--
and
from
time
to
time
sat
down
beside
Wilson
trying
to
keep
him
more
quiet
.
"
Have
you
got
a
church
you
go
to
sometimes
,
George
?
Maybe
even
if
you
have
n't
been
there
for
a
long
time
?
Maybe
I
could
call
up
the
church
and
get
a
priest
to
come
over
and
he
could
talk
to
you
,
see
?
"
"
Do
n't
belong
to
any
.
"
"
You
ought
to
have
a
church
,
George
,
for
times
like
this
.
You
must
have
gone
to
church
once
.
Did
n't
you
get
married
in
a
church
?
Listen
,
George
,
listen
to
me
.
Did
n't
you
get
married
in
a
church
?
"
"
That
was
a
long
time
ago
.
"
The
effort
of
answering
broke
the
rhythm
of
his
rocking
--
for
a
moment
he
was
silent
.
Then
the
same
half-knowing
,
half-bewildered
look
came
back
into
his
faded
eyes
.
"
Look
in
the
drawer
there
,
"
he
said
,
pointing
at
the
desk
.
"
Which
drawer
?
"
"
That
drawer
--
that
one
.
"
