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I
handed
him
the
note
back
and
took
my
beer
.
"
Tell
her
the
road
's
okay
because
a
power
truck
just
went
by
.
They
'll
be
working
their
way
up
here
.
"
"
Okay
.
"
"
Champ
"
What
,
Dad
?
"
"
Tell
her
everything
's
okay
.
"
He
smiled
again
,
maybe
telling
himself
first
.
"
Okay
.
"
He
ran
back
and
I
watched
him
go
,
legs
pumping
,
soles
of
his
zori
showing
.
I
love
him
.
It
's
his
face
and
sometimes
the
way
his
eyes
turn
up
to
mine
that
make
me
feel
as
if
things
are
really
okay
.
It
's
a
lie
,
of
course-things
are
not
okay
and
never
have
been-but
my
kid
makes
me
believe
the
lie
.
I
drank
some
beer
,
set
the
can
down
carefully
on
a
rock
,
and
got
the
chainsaw
going
again
.
About
twenty
minutes
later
I
felt
a
light
tap
on
my
shoulder
and
turned
,
expecting
to
see
Billy
again
.
Instead
it
was
Brent
Norton
.
I
turned
off
the
chainsaw
.
He
did
n't
look
the
way
Norton
usually
looks
.
He
looked
hot
and
tired
and
unhappy
and
a
little
bewildered
.
"
Hi
,
Brent
,
"
I
said
.
Our
last
words
had
been
hard
ones
,
and
I
was
a
little
unsure
how
to
proceed
.
