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"
Why
'd
you
ask
a
silly
question
like
that
?
"
He
felt
he
wanted
to
cry
,
but
nothing
would
happen
to
his
eyes
or
his
mouth
.
"
If
you
see
that
dog
outside
,
"
said
Mildred
,
"
give
him
a
kick
for
me
.
"
He
hesitated
,
listening
at
the
door
.
He
opened
it
and
stepped
out
.
The
rain
had
stopped
and
the
sun
was
setting
in
the
clear
sky
.
The
street
and
the
lawn
and
the
porch
were
empty
.
He
let
his
breath
go
in
a
great
sigh
.
He
slammed
the
door
.
He
was
on
the
subway
.
I
'm
numb
,
he
thought
.
When
did
the
numbness
really
begin
in
my
face
?
In
my
body
?
The
night
I
kicked
the
pill-bottle
in
the
dark
,
like
kicking
a
buried
mine
.
The
numbness
will
go
away
,
he
thought
.
It
'll
take
time
,
but
I
'll
do
it
,
or
Faber
will
do
it
for
me
.
Someone
somewhere
will
give
me
back
the
old
face
and
the
old
hands
the
way
they
were
.
Even
the
smile
,
he
thought
,
the
old
burnt-in
smile
,
that
's
gone
.
I
'm
lost
without
it
.
The
subway
fled
past
him
,
cream-tile
,
jet-black
,
cream-tile
,
jet-black
,
numerals
and
darkness
,
more
darkness
and
the
total
adding
itself
.
