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This
time
the
chill
shuddered
up
through
my
entire
body
,
cresting
at
the
nape
of
my
neck
and
making
the
hairs
there
stiffen
.
Mr.
McVey
had
spoken
that
word
,
Mr.
McVey
the
butcher
who
had
been
cutting
meat
in
Bridgton
ever
since
I
was
a
kid
holding
my
father
's
talented
hand
.
Mr.
McVey
taking
orders
and
cutting
meat
in
his
stained
whites
.
Mr.
McVey
,
whose
acquaintanceship
with
the
knife
was
long-yes
,
and
with
the
saw
and
cleaver
as
well
.
Mr.
McVey
who
would
understand
better
than
anyone
else
that
the
cleanser
of
the
soul
flows
from
the
wounds
of
the
body
.
"
Blood
...
"
they
whispered
.
"
Daddy
,
I
'm
scared
,
"
Billy
said
.
He
was
clutching
my
hand
tightly
,
his
small
face
strained
and
pale
.
"
Ollie
,
"
I
said
,
"
why
do
n't
we
get
out
of
this
loony
bin
?
"
"
Right
on
,
"
he
said
.
"
Let
's
go
.
"
We
started
down
the
second
aisle
in
a
loose
group-Ollie
,
Amanda
,
Cornell
,
Mrs.
Turman
,
Mrs.
Reppler
,
Billy
,
and
I
.
It
was
a
quarter
to
five
in
the
morning
and
the
mist
was
beginning
to
lighten
again
.
"
You
and
Cornell
take
the
grocery
bags
,
"
Ollie
said
to
me
.
"
Okay
.
"
"
I
'll
go
first
.
Your
Scout
is
a
four-door
,
is
it
?
"
"
Yeah
.
It
is
.
"
