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Someone
else
responded
that
he
had
seen
a
funny
line
of
mist
on
Long
Lake
not
an
hour
ago
.
The
first
whistle
whooped
and
screamed
.
I
did
n't
like
it
.
It
sounded
like
big-league
doom
blowing
that
way
.
More
people
went
out
.
A
few
even
left
their
places
in
line
,
which
speeded
up
the
proceedings
a
bit
.
Then
grizzled
old
John
Lee
Frovin
,
who
works
as
a
mechanic
at
the
Texaco
station
,
came
ducking
in
and
yelled
:
"
Hey
!
Anybody
got
a
camera
?
"
He
looked
around
,
then
ducked
back
out
again
.
That
caused
something
of
a
rush
.
If
it
was
worth
taking
a
picture
of
,
it
was
worth
seeing
.
Suddenly
Mrs.
Carmody
cried
in
her
rusty
but
powerful
old
voice
,
"
Do
n't
go
out
there
!
"
People
turned
around
to
look
at
her
.
The
orderly
shape
of
the
lines
had
grown
fuzzy
as
people
left
to
get
a
look
at
the
mist
,
or
as
they
drew
away
from
Mrs.
Carmody
,
or
as
I
they
milled
around
,
seeking
out
their
friends
.
A
pretty
young
woman
in
a
cranberry-colored
sweatshirt
and
dark-green
slacks
was
looking
at
Mrs.
Carmody
in
a
thoughtful
,
evaluating
way
.
A
few
opportunists
were
taking
advantage
of
whatever
the
situation
was
to
move
up
a
couple
of
places
.
The
checker
beside
Bud
Brown
looked
over
her
shoulder
again
,
and
Brown
tapped
her
shoulder
with
a
long
finger
.
"
Keep
your
mind
on
what
you
're
doing
,
Sally
.
"
"
Do
n't
go
out
there
!
"
Mrs.
Carmody
yelled
.
"
It
's
death
!
I
feel
that
it
's
death
out
there
!
"
Bud
and
Ollie
Weeks
,
who
both
knew
her
,
just
looked
impatient
and
irritated
,
but
any
summer
people
around
her
stepped
smartly
away
,
never
minding
their
places
in
line
.
The
bag-ladies
in
big
cities
seem
to
have
the
same
effect
on
people
,
as
if
they
were
carriers
of
some
contagious
disease
.
Who
knows
?
Maybe
they
are
.
Things
began
to
happen
at
an
accelerating
,
confusing
pace
then
.
A
man
staggered
into
the
market
,
shoving
the
IN
door
open
.
His
nose
was
bleeding
.
"
Something
in
the
fog
!
"
he
screamed
,
and
Billy
shrank
against
me-whether
because
of
the
man
's
bloody
nose
or
what
he
was
saying
,
I
do
n't
know
.
"
Something
in
the
fog
!
Something
in
the
fog
took
John
Lee
!
Something
-
He
staggered
back
against
a
display
of
lawn
food
stacked
by
the
window
and
sat
down
there
.
"
Something
in
the
fog
took
John
Lee
and
I
heard
him
screaming
!
"
The
situation
changed
.
Made
nervous
by
the
storm
,
by
the
police
siren
and
the
fire
whistle
,
by
the
subtle
dislocation
any
power
outage
causes
in
the
American
psyche
,
and
by
the
steadily
mounting
atmosphere
of
unease
as
things
somehow
...
somehow
changed
(
I
do
n't
know
how
to
put
it
any
better
than
that
)
,
people
began
to
move
in
a
body
.
