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"
Better
not
let
people
hear
you
swearing
.
"
"
Hell
,
hell
,
hell
is
a
place
!
"
Tom
cried
.
"
Now
I
got
to
start
all
over
.
I
was
counting
the
times
the
cicadas
buzz
every
fifteen
seconds
.
"
He
held
up
his
two
dollar
watch
.
"
You
time
it
,
then
add
thirty
-
nine
and
you
get
the
temperature
at
that
very
moment
.
"
He
looked
at
the
watch
,
one
eye
shut
,
tilted
his
head
and
whispered
again
,
"
One
,
two
,
three
.
.
.
!
"
Douglas
turned
his
head
slowly
,
listening
.
Somewhere
in
the
burning
bone
-
colored
sky
a
great
copper
wire
was
strummed
and
shaken
.
Again
and
again
the
piercing
metallic
vibrations
,
like
charges
of
raw
electricity
,
fell
in
paralyzing
shocks
from
the
stunned
trees
.
"
Seven
!
"
counted
Tom
.
"
Eight
.
"
Douglas
walked
slowly
up
the
porch
steps
.
Painfully
he
peered
into
the
hall
.
He
stayed
there
a
moment
,
then
slowly
he
stepped
back
out
on
the
porch
and
called
weakly
to
Tom
.
"
It
’
s
exactly
eighty
-
seven
degrees
Fahrenheit
.
"
"
-
twenty
-
seven
,
twenty
-
eight
—
"
"
Hey
,
Tom
you
hear
me
?
"
"
I
hear
you
—
thirty
,
thirty
-
one
!
Get
away
!
Two
,
three
thirty
-
four
!
"
"
You
can
stop
counting
now
,
right
inside
on
that
old
thermometer
it
’
s
eighty
-
seven
and
going
up
,
without
the
help
of
no
katydids
.
"
"
Cicadas
!
Thirty
-
nine
,
forty
!
Not
katydids
!
Forty
-
two
!
"
