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All
that
remained
was
for
Wendy
to
gather
her
will
…
if
her
mother
hadn
’
t
been
such
a
grade
A
bitch
,
he
knew
,
Wendy
would
have
taken
a
bus
back
to
New
Hampshire
as
soon
as
Danny
had
been
okay
to
travel
.
It
was
over
.
It
had
been
a
little
past
midnight
.
Jack
and
Al
were
coming
into
Barre
on
U
.
S
.
31
,
Al
behind
the
wheel
of
his
Jag
,
shifting
fancily
on
the
curves
,
sometimes
crossing
the
double
yellow
line
.
They
were
both
very
drunk
;
the
martians
had
landed
that
night
in
force
.
They
came
around
the
last
curve
before
the
bridge
at
seventy
,
and
there
was
a
kid
’
s
bike
in
the
road
,
and
then
the
sharp
,
hurt
squealing
as
rubber
shredded
from
the
Jag
’
s
tires
,
and
Jack
remembered
seeing
Al
’
s
face
looming
over
the
steering
wheel
like
a
round
white
moon
.
Then
the
jingling
crashing
sound
as
they
hit
the
bike
at
forty
,
and
it
had
flown
up
like
a
bent
and
twisted
bird
,
the
handlebars
striking
the
windshield
,
and
then
it
was
in
the
air
again
,
leaving
the
starred
safety
glass
in
front
of
Jack
’
s
bulging
eyes
.
A
moment
later
he
heard
the
final
dreadful
smash
as
it
landed
on
the
road
behind
them
.
Something
thumped
underneath
them
as
the
tires
passed
over
it
.
The
Jag
drifted
around
broadside
,
Al
still
jockeying
the
wheel
,
and
from
far
away
Jack
heard
himself
saying
:
"
Jesus
,
Al
.
We
ran
him
down
.
I
felt
it
.
"
In
his
ear
the
phone
kept
ringing
.
Come
on
,
Al
.
Be
home
.
Let
me
get
this
over
with
.
Al
had
brought
the
car
to
a
smoking
halt
not
more
than
three
feet
from
a
bridge
stanchion
.
Two
of
the
Jag
’
s
tires
were
flat
.
They
had
left
zigzagging
loops
of
burned
rubber
for
a
hundred
and
thirty
feet
.
They
looked
at
each
other
for
a
moment
and
then
ran
back
in
the
cold
darkness
.
The
bike
was
completely
ruined
.
One
wheel
was
gone
,
and
looking
back
over
his
shoulder
Al
had
seen
it
lying
in
the
middle
of
the
road
,
half
a
dozen
spokes
sticking
up
like
piano
wire
.
Al
had
said
hesitantly
:
"
I
think
that
’
s
what
we
ran
over
,
Tacky
-
boy
.
"
"
Then
where
’
s
the
kid
?
"
"
Did
you
see
a
kid
?
"
Jack
frowned
.
It
had
all
happened
with
such
crazy
speed
.
Coming
around
the
corner
.
The
bike
looming
in
the
Jag
’
s
headlights
.
Al
yelling
something
.
Then
the
collision
and
the
long
skid
.
They
moved
the
bike
to
one
shoulder
of
the
road
.
Al
went
back
to
the
Jag
and
put
on
its
four
-
way
flashers
.
For
the
next
two
hours
they
searched
the
sides
of
the
road
,
using
a
powerful
four
-
cell
flashlight
.
Nothing
.
Although
it
was
late
,
several
cars
passed
the
beached
Jaguar
and
the
two
men
with
the
bobbing
flashlight
.
None
of
them
stopped
.
Jack
thought
later
that
some
queer
providence
,
bent
on
giving
them
both
a
last
chance
,
had
kept
the
cops
away
,
had
kept
any
of
the
passersby
from
calling
them
.
