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Clock
alarms
tinkled
faintly
.
The
courthouse
clock
boomed
.
Birds
leaped
from
trees
like
a
net
thrown
by
his
hand
,
singing
.
Douglas
,
conducting
an
orchestra
,
pointed
to
the
eastern
sky
.
The
sun
began
to
rise
.
He
folded
his
arms
and
smiled
a
magician
’
s
smile
.
Yes
,
sir
,
he
thought
,
everyone
jumps
,
everyone
runs
when
I
yell
.
It
’
ll
be
a
fine
season
.
He
gave
the
town
a
last
snap
of
his
fingers
.
Doors
slammed
open
;
people
stepped
out
.
Summer
1928
began
.
Crossing
the
lawn
that
morning
,
Douglas
Spaulding
broke
a
spider
web
with
his
face
.
A
single
invisible
line
on
the
air
touched
his
brow
and
snapped
without
a
sound
.
So
,
with
the
subtlest
of
incidents
,
he
knew
that
this
day
was
going
to
be
different
.
It
would
be
different
also
,
because
,
as
his
father
explained
,
driving
Douglas
and
his
ten
-
year
-
old
brother
Tom
out
of
town
toward
the
country
,
there
were
some
days
compounded
completely
of
odor
,
nothing
but
the
world
blowing
in
one
nostril
and
out
the
other
.
And
some
days
,
he
went
on
,
were
days
of
hearing
every
trump
and
trill
of
the
universe
.
Some
days
were
good
for
tasting
and
some
for
touching
.
And
some
days
were
good
for
all
the
senses
at
once
.
This
day
now
,
he
nodded
,
smelled
as
if
a
great
and
nameless
orchard
had
grown
up
overnight
beyond
the
hills
to
fill
the
entire
visible
land
with
its
warm
freshness
.
The
air
felt
like
rain
,
but
there
were
no
clouds
.
Momentarily
,
a
stranger
might
laugh
off
in
the
woods
,
but
there
was
silence
.
.
.
Douglas
watched
the
traveling
land
.
He
smelled
no
orchards
and
sensed
no
rain
,
for
without
apple
trees
or
clouds
he
knew
neither
could
exist
.
And
as
for
that
stranger
laughing
deep
in
the
woods
.
.
.
?
Yet
the
fact
remained
—
Douglas
shivered
—
this
,
without
reason
,
was
a
special
day
.
