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And
the
name
was
-
?
Hallorann
,
two
l
’
s
,
two
n
’
s
.
Catch
you
later
.
He
hung
up
and
hurried
toward
the
door
.
The
girl
’
s
simple
thought
,
worry
for
the
roast
,
broadcast
at
him
over
and
over
until
be
thought
he
would
go
mad
.
Sometimes
it
was
like
that
,
for
no
reason
at
all
you
would
catch
a
thought
,
completely
isolated
,
completely
pure
and
clear
…
and
usually
completely
useless
.
*
*
*
He
almost
made
it
.
He
had
the
limo
cranked
up
to
eighty
and
the
airport
was
actually
in
sight
when
one
of
Florida
’
s
Finest
pulled
him
over
.
Hallorann
unrolled
the
electric
window
and
opened
his
mouth
at
the
cop
,
who
was
flipping
up
pages
in
his
citation
book
.
"
I
know
,
"
the
cop
said
comfortingly
.
"
It
’
s
a
funeral
in
Cleveland
.
Your
father
.
It
’
s
a
wedding
in
Seattle
.
Your
sister
.
A
fire
in
San
Jose
that
wiped
out
your
gramp
’
s
candy
store
.
Some
really
fine
Cambodian
Red
just
waiting
in
a
terminal
locker
in
New
York
City
.
I
love
this
piece
of
road
just
outside
the
airport
.
Even
as
a
kid
,
story
hour
was
my
favorite
part
of
school
.
"
"
Listen
,
officer
,
my
son
is
-
"
