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Silence
.
She
called
twice
more
.
Tom
sat
in
the
room
.
Any
moment
now
,
Douglas
would
answer
from
down
the
long
long
narrow
street
,
"
All
right
,
Mom
!
All
right
,
Mother
!
Hey
!
"
But
he
didn
’
t
answer
.
And
for
two
minutes
Tom
sat
looking
at
the
made
-
up
bed
,
the
silent
radio
,
the
silent
phonograph
,
at
the
chandelier
with
the
crystal
bobbins
gleaming
quietly
,
at
the
rug
with
the
scarlet
and
purple
curlicues
on
it
.
He
stubbed
his
toe
on
the
bed
purposely
to
see
if
it
hurt
.
It
did
.
Whining
,
the
screen
door
opened
and
Mother
said
,
"
Come
on
,
Tom
.
We
’
ll
take
a
walk
.
"
"
Where
to
?
"
"
Just
down
the
block
.
Come
on
.
"
He
took
her
hand
.
Together
they
walked
down
St
.
James
Street
.
Underfoot
the
concrete
was
still
warm
,
and
the
crickets
were
sounding
louder
against
the
darkening
dark
.
They
reached
a
corner
,
turned
,
and
walked
toward
the
West
Ravine
.
Off
somewhere
a
car
floated
by
,
flashing
its
lights
in
the
distance
.
There
was
such
a
complete
lack
of
life
,
light
,
and
activity
.
Here
and
there
,
back
off
from
where
they
were
walking
,
faint
squares
of
light
glowed
where
people
were
still
up
.
But
most
of
the
houses
,
darkened
,
were
sleeping
already
,
and
there
were
a
few
lightless
places
where
the
occupants
of
a
dwelling
sat
talking
low
night
talk
on
their
front
porches
.
You
heard
a
porch
swing
squeaking
as
you
walked
by
.
"
I
wish
your
father
was
home
,
"
said
Mother
.
Her
large
hand
squeezed
around
his
small
one
.
"
Just
wait
’
ll
I
get
that
boy
.
The
Lonely
One
’
s
around
again
.
Killing
people
.
No
one
’
s
safe
anymore
.
You
never
know
when
the
Lonely
One
’
ll
turn
up
or
where
.
So
help
me
,
when
Doug
gets
home
I
’
ll
spank
him
within
an
inch
of
his
life
.
"
Now
they
had
walked
another
block
and
were
standing
by
the
holy
black
silhouette
of
the
German
Baptist
Church
at
the
corner
of
Chapel
Street
and
Glen
Rock
.
In
back
of
the
church
,
a
hundred
yards
away
,
the
ravine
began
.
He
could
smell
it
.
It
had
a
dark
-
sewer
,
rotten
-
foliage
,
thick
-
green
odor
.
It
was
a
wide
ravine
that
cut
and
twisted
across
town
—
a
jungle
by
day
,
a
place
to
let
alone
at
night
,
Mother
often
declared
.
