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He
did
not
move
.
He
stood
looking
up
at
the
window
above
.
Mrs
.
Spaulding
went
in
the
house
and
shut
the
screen
door
.
Upstairs
,
on
his
bed
,
Douglas
breathed
.
It
was
a
sound
like
a
sharp
knife
going
in
and
out
,
in
and
out
,
of
a
sheath
.
At
eight
o
’
clock
the
doctor
came
and
went
again
shaking
his
head
,
his
coat
off
,
his
tie
untied
,
looking
as
if
he
had
lost
thirty
pounds
that
day
.
At
nine
o
’
clock
Tom
and
Mother
and
Father
carried
a
cot
outside
and
brought
Douglas
down
to
sleep
in
the
yard
under
the
apple
tree
where
,
if
there
might
be
a
wind
,
it
would
find
him
sooner
than
in
the
terrible
rooms
above
.
Then
they
went
back
and
forth
until
eleven
o
’
clock
,
when
they
set
the
alarm
clock
to
wake
them
at
three
and
chip
more
ice
to
refill
the
packs
.
The
house
was
dark
and
still
at
last
,
and
they
slept
.
At
twelve
thirty
-
five
,
Douglas
’
s
eyes
flinched
.
The
moon
had
begun
to
rise
.
And
far
away
a
voice
began
to
sing
.
It
was
a
high
sad
voice
rising
and
falling
.
It
was
a
clear
voice
and
it
was
in
tune
.
You
could
not
make
out
the
words
.
The
moon
came
over
the
edge
of
the
lake
and
looked
upon
Green
Town
,
Illinois
,
and
saw
it
all
and
showed
it
all
,
every
house
,
every
tree
,
every
prehistoric
-
remembering
dog
twitching
in
his
simple
dreams
.
