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And
so
we
borrowed
a
trowel
from
the
gardening
shed
and
we
buried
Del
's
pet
mouse
as
the
afternoon
shadows
drew
long
through
the
trees
,
and
then
we
walked
back
to
get
our
supper
and
take
up
what
remained
of
our
lives
.
And
it
was
Del
I
found
myself
thinking
of
,
Del
kneeling
on
the
green
carpet
of
my
office
with
his
hands
folded
and
his
bald
pate
gleaming
in
the
lamplight
,
Del
who
had
asked
us
to
take
care
of
Mr.
Jingles
,
to
make
sure
the
bad
"
un
would
n't
hurt
him
anymore
.
Except
the
bad
"
un
hurts
us
all
in
the
end
,
does
n't
he
?
"
Paul
?
"
Elaine
asked
.
Her
voice
was
both
kind
and
exhausted
.
Even
digging
a
grave
with
a
trowel
and
laying
a
mouse
to
rest
in
it
is
a
lot
of
excitement
for
old
sweeties
like
us
,
I
guess
"
Are
you
all
right
?
"
My
arm
was
around
her
waist
.
I
squeezed
it
.
"
I
'm
fine
,
"
I
said
.
"
Look
,
"
she
said
.
"
It
's
going
to
be
a
beautiful
sunset
.
Shall
we
stay
out
and
watch
it
?
"
"
All
right
,
"
I
said
,
and
we
stayed
there
on
the
lawn
is
for
quite
awhile
,
arms
around
each
other
's
waists
,
first
watching
the
bright
colors
come
up
in
the
sky
,
then
watching
them
fade
to
ashes
of
gray
.
Sainte
Marie
,
M
re
de
Dieu
,
priez
pour
nous
,
pauvres
p
cheurs
,
maintenant
et
l'heure
de
n
tre
mort
.
Amen
.
1956
Alabama
in
the
rain
.
