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"
Hey
,
doc
?
"
But
Danny
was
alseep
,
breathing
in
long
,
slow
strokes
.
Jack
sat
looking
down
at
him
for
a
moment
,
and
a
rush
of
love
pushed
through
him
like
tidal
water
.
Why
had
he
yelled
at
the
boy
like
that
?
It
was
perfectly
normal
for
him
to
stutter
a
little
.
He
had
been
coming
out
of
a
daze
or
some
weird
kind
of
trance
,
and
stuttering
was
perfectly
normal
under
those
circumstances
.
Perfectly
.
And
he
hadn
’
t
said
timer
at
all
.
It
had
been
something
else
,
nonsense
,
gibberish
.
How
had
he
known
roque
was
played
in
innings
?
Had
someone
told
him
?
Ullman
?
Hallorann
?
He
looked
down
at
his
hands
.
They
were
made
into
tight
,
clenched
fists
of
tension
(
god
how
i
need
a
drink
)
and
the
nails
were
digging
into
his
palms
like
tiny
brands
.
Slowly
he
forced
them
to
open
.
"
I
love
you
,
Danny
,
"
he
whispered
.
"
God
knows
I
do
.
"
He
left
the
room
.
He
had
lost
his
temper
again
,
only
a
little
,
but
enough
to
make
him
feel
sick
and
afraid
.
A
drink
would
blunt
that
feeling
,
oh
yes
.
It
would
blunt
that
(
Something
about
the
timer
)
and
everything
else
.
There
was
no
mistake
about
those
words
at
all
.
None
.
Each
had
come
out
clear
as
a
bell
.
