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If
we
can
get
gas-here
or
further
along
-
we
'll
keep
going
.
I
have
a
destination
in
mind
now
,
you
see
.
It
's
that
last
thing
I
wanted
to
tell
you
about
.
I
could
n't
be
sure
.
That
is
the
thing
,
the
damned
thing
.
It
might
have
been
my
imagination
,
nothing
but
wish
fulfillment
.
And
even
if
not
,
it
is
such
a
long
chance
.
How
many
miles
?
How
many
bridges
?
How
many
things
that
would
love
to
tear
up
my
son
and
eat
him
even
as
he
screamed
in
terror
and
agony
?
The
chances
are
so
good
that
it
was
nothing
but
a
daydream
that
I
have
n't
told
the
others
...
at
least
,
not
yet
.
In
the
manager
's
apartment
I
found
a
large
batteryoperated
multiband
radio
.
From
the
back
of
it
,
a
flat
antenna
wire
led
out
through
the
window
.
I
turned
it
on
,
switched
over
to
BAT.
,
fiddled
with
the
tuning
dial
,
with
the
SQUELCH
knob
,
and
still
got
nothing
but
static
-
dead
silence
.
And
then
,
at
the
far
end
of
the
AM
band
,
just
as
I
was
reaching
for
the
knob
to
turn
it
off
,
I
thought
I
heard
,
or
dreamed
I
heard
,
one
single
word
.
There
was
no
more
.
I
listened
for
an
hour
,
but
there
was
no
more
.
If
there
was
that
one
word
,
it
came
through
some
minute
shift
in
the
damping
mist
,
an
infinitesimal
break
that
immediately
closed
again
.
One
word
.
I
've
got
to
get
some
sleep
...
if
I
can
sleep
and
not
be
haunted
until
daybreak
by
the
faces
of
Ollie
Weeks
and
Mrs.
Carmody
and
Norm
the
bag-boy
...
and
by
Steff
's
face
,
half-shadowed
by
the
wide
brim
of
her
sunhat
.
There
is
a
restaurant
here
,
a
typical
HoJo
restaurant
with
a
dining
room
and
a
long
,
horseshoe
-
shaped
lunch
counter
I
am
going
to
leave
these
pages
on
the
counter
and
perhaps
someday
someone
will
find
them
and
read
them
.
