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"
No
,
"
Harry
said
.
"
Dean
?
"
"
See
what
?
"
Dean
took
his
glasses
off
and
began
to
polish
them
.
I
thought
he
would
drop
them
out
of
his
trembling
hands
,
but
he
managed
not
to
.
"
See
what
,
that
's
good
.
That
's
just
the
ticket
.
Now
listen
to
your
scoutmaster
,
boys
,
and
get
it
right
the
first
time
,
because
time
is
short
.
It
's
a
simple
story
.
Let
's
not
complicate
it
.
"
I
told
all
this
to
Jan
at
around
eleven
o'clock
that
morning
--
the
next
morning
,
I
almost
wrote
,
but
of
course
it
was
the
same
day
.
The
longest
one
of
my
whole
life
,
without
a
doubt
.
I
told
it
pretty
much
as
I
have
here
,
finishing
with
how
William
Wharton
had
ended
up
lying
dead
on
his
bunk
,
riddled
with
lead
from
Percy
's
sidearm
.
No
,
that
's
not
right
.
What
I
actually
finished
with
was
the
stuff
that
came
out
of
Percy
,
the
bugs
or
the
whatever-it-was
.
That
was
a
hard
thing
to
tell
,
even
to
your
wife
,
but
I
told
it
.
As
I
talked
,
she
brought
me
black
coffee
by
the
half-cup
--
at
first
my
hands
were
shaking
too
badly
to
pick
up
a
whole
one
without
spilling
it
.
By
the
time
I
finished
,
the
shaking
had
eased
some
,
and
I
felt
that
I
could
even
take
some
food
--
an
egg
,
maybe
,
or
some
soup
.
"
The
thing
that
saved
us
was
that
we
did
n't
really
have
to
lie
,
any
of
us
.
"
"
Just
leave
a
few
things
out
,
"
she
said
,
and
nodded
.
"
Little
things
,
mostly
,
like
how
you
took
a
condemned
murderer
out
of
prison
,
and
how
he
cured
a
dying
woman
,
and
how
he
drove
that
Percy
Wetmore
crazy
by
--
what
?
--
spitting
a
pureed
brain
tumor
down
his
throat
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
,
Jan
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
only
know
that
if
you
keep
talking
like
that
,
you
'll
end
up
either
eating
that
soup
yourself
,
or
feeding
it
to
the
dog
.
"
