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Another
scream
came
from
outside
,
this
one
muffled
and
rather
distant
-
sounding
.
Billy
tensed
against
me
again
.
"
David
,
what
's
going
on
?
"
Ollie
Weeks
asked
.
He
had
left
his
position
.
There
were
big
beads
of
sweat
on
his
round
,
smooth
face
.
"
What
is
this
?
"
"
I
'll
be
goddammed
if
I
have
any
idea
,
"
I
said
.
Ollie
looked
badly
scared
.
He
was
a
bachelor
who
lived
in
a
nice
little
house
up
by
Highland
Lake
and
who
liked
to
drink
in
the
bar
at
Pleasant
Mountain
.
On
the
pudgy
little
finger
of
his
left
hand
was
a
star-sapphire
ring
.
The
February
before
,
he
won
some
money
in
the
state
lottery
.
He
bought
the
ring
out
of
his
winnings
.
I
always
had
the
idea
that
Ollie
was
a
little
afraid
of
girls
.
"
I
do
n't
dig
this
,
"
he
said
.
"
No
.
Billy
,
I
have
to
put
you
down
.
I
'll
hold
your
hand
,
but
you
're
breaking
my
arms
,
okay
?
"
"
Mommy
,
"
he
whispered
.
"
She
's
okay
,
"
I
told
him
.
It
was
something
to
say
.
The
old
geezer
who
runs
the
secondhand
shop
near
Jon
's
Restaurant
walked
past
us
,
bundled
into
the
old
collegiate
letter-sweater
he
wears
year-round
.
He
said
loudly
:
"
It
's
one
of
those
pollution
clouds
.
The
mills
at
Rumford
and
South
Paris
.
Chemicals
.
"
With
that
,
he
made
off
up
the
Aisle
4
,
past
the
patent
medicines
and
toilet
paper
.
"
Let
's
get
out
of
here
,
David
,
"
Norton
said
with
no
conviction
at
all
.
"
What
do
you
say
we
-
"
