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Douglas
walked
through
it
thinking
it
would
go
on
this
way
forever
.
The
perfection
,
the
roundness
,
the
grass
smell
traveled
on
out
ahead
as
far
and
fast
as
the
speed
of
light
.
The
sound
of
a
good
friend
whistling
like
an
oriole
,
pegging
the
softball
,
as
you
horse
-
danced
,
key
-
jingled
the
dusty
paths
,
all
of
it
was
complete
,
everything
could
be
touched
;
things
stayed
near
,
things
were
at
hand
and
would
remain
.
It
was
such
a
fine
day
and
then
suddenly
a
cloud
crossed
the
sky
,
covered
the
sun
,
and
did
not
move
again
.
John
Huff
had
been
speaking
quietly
for
several
minutes
.
Now
Douglas
stopped
on
the
path
and
looked
over
at
him
.
"
John
,
say
that
again
.
"
"
You
heard
me
the
first
time
,
Doug
.
"
"
Did
you
say
you
were
—
going
away
?
"
"
Got
my
train
ticket
here
in
my
pocket
.
Whoo
-
whoo
,
clang
!
Shush
-
shush
-
shush
-
shush
.
Whooooooooo
.
.
.
"
His
voice
faded
.
John
took
the
yellow
and
green
train
ticket
solemnly
from
his
pocket
and
they
both
looked
at
it
.
"
Tonight
!
"
said
Douglas
.
"
My
gosh
!
Tonight
we
were
going
to
play
Red
Light
,
Green
Light
and
Statues
!
How
come
,
all
of
a
sudden
?
You
been
here
in
Green
Town
all
my
life
.
You
just
don
’
t
pick
up
and
leave
!
"
