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The
sky
was
an
ugly
,
bruised
purple
,
weirdly
lit
from
above
with
the
first
fingers
of
dawn
.
Allie
moved
about
like
a
wraith
,
lighting
lamps
,
tending
the
corn
fritters
that
spluttered
in
the
skillet
.
He
had
loved
her
hard
after
she
had
told
him
what
he
had
to
know
,
and
she
had
sensed
the
coming
end
and
had
given
more
than
she
had
ever
given
,
and
she
had
given
it
with
desperation
against
the
coming
of
dawn
,
given
it
with
the
tireless
energy
of
sixteen
.
But
she
was
pale
this
morning
,
on
the
brink
of
menopause
again
.
She
served
him
without
a
word
.
He
ate
rapidly
,
chewing
,
swallowing
,
chasing
each
bite
with
hot
coffee
.
Allie
went
to
the
batwings
and
stood
staring
out
at
the
morning
,
at
the
silent
battalions
of
slow
-
moving
clouds
.
"
It
’
s
going
to
dust
up
today
.
"
"
I
’
m
not
surprised
.
"
"
Are
you
ever
?
"
She
asked
ironically
,
and
turned
to
watch
him
get
his
hat
.
He
clapped
it
on
his
head
and
brushed
past
her
.
"
Sometimes
,
"
he
told
her
.
He
only
saw
her
once
more
alive
.
By
the
time
he
reached
Sylvia
Pittston
’
s
shack
,
the
wind
had
died
utterly
and
the
whole
world
seemed
to
wait
.
He
had
been
in
desert
country
long
enough
to
know
that
the
longer
the
lull
,
the
harder
the
wind
would
blow
when
it
finally
decided
to
start
up
.
A
queer
,
flat
light
hung
over
everything
.
There
was
a
large
wooden
cross
nailed
to
the
door
of
the
place
,
which
was
leaning
and
tired
.
He
rapped
and
waited
.
No
answer
.
He
rapped
again
.
No
answer
.
He
drew
back
and
kicked
in
the
door
with
one
hard
shot
of
his
right
boot
.
A
small
bolt
on
the
inside
ripped
free
.
The
door
banged
against
a
haphazardly
planked
wall
and
scared
rats
into
skittering
flight
Sylvia
Pittston
sat
in
the
hall
,
sat
in
a
mammoth
darkwood
rocker
,
and
looked
at
him
calmly
with
those
great
and
dark
eyes
.
The
stormlight
fell
on
her
cheeks
in
terrifying
half
-
tones
.
She
wore
a
shawl
.
The
rocker
made
tiny
squeaking
noises
.
They
looked
at
each
other
for
a
long
,
clockless
moment
.
"
You
will
never
catch
him
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
walk
in
the
way
of
evil
.
"
