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(
"
Come
on
out
now
nigguh
de
massa
callin
youall
.
"
)
His
hand
closed
tightly
around
one
of
the
mallet
handles
,
liking
its
feel
.
(
pare
the
rod
,
spoil
the
child
.
)
His
eyes
went
blank
in
the
flickering
,
fire
-
shot
darkness
.
Really
,
it
would
be
doing
them
both
a
favor
.
She
was
messed
up
…
in
pain
…
and
most
of
it
(
all
of
it
)
was
that
damn
boy
’
s
fault
.
Sure
.
He
had
left
his
own
daddy
in
there
to
burn
.
When
you
thought
of
it
,
it
was
damn
close
to
murder
.
Patricide
was
what
they
called
it
.
Pretty
goddam
low
:
"
Mr
.
Hallorann
?
"
Her
voice
was
low
,
weak
,
querulous
.
He
didn
’
t
much
like
the
sound
of
it
.
"
Dick
!
"
The
boy
was
sobbing
now
,
in
terror
.
Hallorann
drew
the
mallet
from
the
rack
and
turned
toward
the
flood
of
white
light
from
the
snowmobile
headlamp
.
His
feet
scratched
unevenly
over
the
boards
of
the
equipment
shed
,
like
the
feet
of
a
clockwork
toy
that
has
been
wound
up
and
set
in
motion
.
