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I
still
did
n't
turn
around
to
see
what
was
going
on
behind
us
,
but
it
sounded
like
pandemonium
,
chairs
falling
over
,
people
bellowing
,
a
woman
crying
"
Stop
it
,
stop
it
,
oh
ca
n't
you
see
he
's
had
enough
?
"
at
the
top
of
her
lungs
.
Curtis
Anderson
grabbed
my
shoulder
and
asked
what
was
happening
,
for
Christ
's
sake
,
what
was
happening
,
and
why
did
n't
I
order
jack
to
shut
down
?
"
Because
I
ca
n't
,
"
I
said
.
"
We
've
gone
too
far
to
turn
back
,
ca
n't
you
see
that
?
It
'll
be
over
in
a
few
more
seconds
,
anyway
.
"
But
it
was
at
least
two
minutes
before
it
was
over
,
the
longest
two
minutes
of
my
whole
life
,
and
through
most
of
it
I
think
Delacroix
was
conscious
.
He
screamed
and
jittered
and
rocked
from
side
to
side
.
Smoke
poured
from
his
nostrils
and
from
a
mouth
that
had
gone
the
purple-black
of
ripe
plums
.
Smoke
drifted
up
from
his
tongue
the
way
smoke
rises
from
a
hot
griddle
.
All
the
buttons
on
his
shirt
either
burst
or
melted
.
His
undershirt
did
not
quite
catch
fire
,
but
it
charred
and
smoke
poured
through
it
and
we
could
smell
his
chest-hair
roasting
.
Behind
us
,
people
were
heading
for
the
door
like
cattle
in
a
stampede
.
They
could
n't
get
out
through
it
,
of
course
--
we
were
in
a
damn
prison
,
after
all
--
so
they
simply
clustered
around
it
while
Delacroix
fried
(
Now
I
'm
fryin
,
Old
Toot
had
said
when
we
were
rehearsing
for
Arlen
Bitterbuck
,
I
'm
a
done
tom
turkey
)
and
the
thunder
rolled
and
the
rain
ran
down
out
of
the
sky
in
a
perfect
fury
.
At
some
point
I
thought
of
the
doc
and
looked
around
for
him
.
He
was
still
there
,
but
crumpled
on
the
floor
beside
his
black
bag
.
He
'd
fainted
.
Brutal
came
up
and
stood
beside
me
,
holding
the
fire
extinguisher
.
"
Not
yet
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
know
.
"
We
looked
around
for
Percy
and
saw
him
standing
almost
behind
Sparky
now
,
frozen
,
eyes
huge
,
one
knuckle
crammed
into
his
mouth
.
Then
,
at
last
,
Delacroix
slumped
back
in
the
chair
,
his
bulging
,
misshapen
face
lying
over
on
one
shoulder
.
He
was
still
jittering
,
but
we
'd
seen
this
before
;
it
was
the
current
running
through
him
.
The
cap
had
come
askew
on
his
head
,
but
when
we
took
it
off
a
little
later
,
most
of
his
scalp
and
his
remaining
fringe
of
hair
came
with
it
,
bonded
to
the
metal
as
if
by
some
powerful
adhesive
.
