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"
I
forgot
all
about
it
.
"
"
Four
days
ago
,
"
he
said
,
quietly
,
lying
there
.
They
lay
there
in
the
dark
room
not
moving
,
either
of
them
.
"
Good
night
,
"
she
said
.
He
heard
a
faint
rustle
.
Her
hands
moved
.
The
electric
thimble
moved
like
a
praying
mantis
on
the
pillow
,
touched
by
her
hand
.
Now
it
was
in
her
ear
again
,
humming
.
He
listened
and
his
wife
was
singing
under
her
breath
.
Outside
the
house
,
a
shadow
moved
,
an
autumn
wind
rose
up
and
faded
away
.
But
there
was
something
else
in
the
silence
that
he
heard
.
It
was
like
a
breath
exhaled
upon
the
window
.
It
was
like
a
faint
drift
of
greenish
luminescent
smoke
,
the
motion
of
a
single
huge
October
leaf
blowing
across
the
lawn
and
away
.
The
Hound
,
he
thought
.
It
's
out
there
tonight
.
It
's
out
there
now
.
If
I
opened
the
window
...
He
did
not
open
the
window
.
He
had
chills
and
fever
in
the
morning
.
