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"
No
,
you
didn
’
t
!
You
told
me
.
you
woke
nights
and
couldn
’
t
remember
your
mother
’
s
face
.
"
"
No
!
"
"
Some
nights
it
happens
to
me
in
my
own
house
;
scares
heck
out
of
me
.
I
got
to
go
in
my
folks
’
room
and
look
at
their
faces
while
they
sleep
,
to
be
sure
!
And
I
go
back
to
my
room
and
lose
it
again
.
Gosh
,
Doug
,
oh
gosh
!
"
He
held
onto
his
knees
tight
.
"
Promise
me
just
one
thing
,
Doug
.
Promise
you
’
ll
remember
me
,
promise
you
’
ll
remember
my
face
and
everything
.
Will
you
promise
?
"
"
Easy
as
pie
.
Cot
a
motion
-
picture
machine
in
my
head
.
Lying
in
bed
nights
I
can
just
turn
on
a
light
in
my
head
and
out
it
comes
on
the
wall
,
clear
as
heck
,
and
there
you
’
ll
be
,
yelling
and
waving
at
me
.
"
"
Shut
your
eyes
,
Doug
.
Now
,
tell
me
,
what
color
eyes
I
got
?
Don
’
t
peek
.
What
color
eyes
I
got
?
"
Douglas
began
to
sweat
.
His
eyelids
twitched
nervously
.
"
Aw
heck
,
John
,
that
’
s
not
fair
.
"
"
Tell
me
!
"
"
Brown
!
"
John
turned
away
.
"
No
,
sir
.
"
