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I
started
down
toward
the
loophole
,
Ollie
by
my
side
.
His
hand
was
in
the
pocket
that
held
Mrs.
Dumfries
'
gun
.
Now
one
of
the
other
watchers
let
out
a
cry-not
so
much
of
fear
as
disgust
.
Ollie
and
I
slipped
through
one
of
the
checkout
lanes
.
Now
I
could
see
what
had
frightened
the
guy
from
his
post
.
I
could
n't
tell
what
it
was
,
but
I
could
see
it
.
It
looked
like
one
of
the
minor
creatures
in
a
Bosch
painting-one
of
his
hellacious
murals
.
There
was
something
almost
horribly
comic
about
it
,
too
,
because
it
also
looked
a
little
like
one
of
those
strange
creations
of
vinyl
and
plastic
you
can
buy
for
$
1.89
to
spring
on
your
friends
...
in
fact
,
exactly
the
sort
of
thing
Norton
had
accused
me
of
planting
in
the
storage
area
.
It
was
maybe
two
feet
long
,
segmented
,
the
pinkish
color
of
burned
flesh
that
has
healed
over
.
Bulbous
eyes
peered
in
two
different
directions
at
once
from
the
ends
of
short
,
limber
stalks
.
It
clung
to
the
window
on
fat
sucker-pads
.
From
the
opposite
end
there
protruded
something
that
was
either
a
sexual
organ
or
a
stinger
.
And
from
its
back
there
sprouted
oversized
,
membranous
wings
,
like
the
wings
of
a
housefly
.
They
were
moving
very
slowly
as
Ollie
and
I
approached
the
glass
.
At
the
loophole
to
the
left
of
us
,
where
the
man
had
made
the
disgusted
cawing
sound
,
three
of
the
things
were
crawling
on
the
glass
.
They
moved
sluggishly
across
it
,
leaving
sticky
snail
trails
behind
them
.
Their
eyes
-
if
that
is
what
they
were
-
joggled
on
the
end
of
the
finger-thick
stalks
.
The
biggest
was
maybe
four
feet
long
.
At
times
they
crawled
right
over
each
other
.
"
Look
at
those
goddam
things
,
"
Tom
Smalley
said
in
a
sickened
voice
.
He
was
standing
at
the
loophole
on
our
right
.
I
did
n't
reply
.
The
bugs
were
all
over
the
loopholes
now
,
which
meant
they
were
probably
crawling
all
over
the
building
...
like
maggots
on
a
piece
of
meat
.
It
was
n't
a
pleasant
image
,
and
I
could
feel
what
chicken
I
had
managed
to
eat
now
wanting
to
come
up
.
Someone
was
sobbing
.
Mrs.
Carmody
was
screaming
about
abominations
from
within
the
earth
.
Someone
told
her
gruffly
that
she
'd
shut
up
if
she
knew
what
was
good
for
her
.
Same
old
shit
.
Ollie
took
Mrs.
Dumfries
'
gun
from
his
pocket
and
I
grabbed
his
arm
.
"
Do
n't
be
crazy
.
"
He
shook
free
.
"
I
know
what
I
'm
doing
,
"
he
said
.
