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"
Aw
,
lady
,
listen
-
"
the
teenage
kid
who
had
shouted
at
Mrs.
Carmody
began
.
He
held
her
arm
.
She
looked
down
at
his
hand
and
he
let
her
go
,
shamefaced
She
slipped
out
.
Into
the
fog
.
We
watched
her
go
and
no
one
said
anything
.
We
watched
the
fog
overlay
her
and
make
her
insubstantial
,
not
a
human
being
anymore
but
a
pencil-ink
sketch
of
a
human
being
done
on
the
world
's
whitest
paper
,
and
no
one
said
anything
.
For
a
moment
it
was
like
the
letters
of
the
KEEP
RIGHT
sign
that
had
seemed
to
float
on
nothingness
;
her
arms
and
legs
and
pallid
blond
hair
were
all
gone
and
only
the
misty
remnants
of
her
red
summer
dress
remained
,
seeming
to
dance
in
white
limbo
.
Then
her
dress
was
gone
,
too
,
and
no
one
said
anything
.
Billy
began
to
act
hysterical
and
tantrummy
,
screaming
for
his
mother
in
a
hoarse
,
demanding
way
through
his
tears
,
instantly
regressing
to
the
age
of
two
.
Snot
was
lathered
on
his
upper
lip
.
I
led
him
away
,
walking
down
one
of
the
middle
aisles
with
my
arm
around
his
shoulders
,
trying
to
soothe
him
.
I
took
him
back
by
the
long
white
meat
cabinet
that
ran
the
length
of
the
store
at
the
back
.
Mr.
McVey
,
the
butcher
,
was
still
there
.
We
nodded
at
each
other
,
the
best
we
could
do
under
the
circumstances
.
I
sat
down
on
the
floor
and
took
Billy
on
my
lap
and
held
his
face
against
my
chest
and
rocked
him
and
talked
to
him
.
I
told
him
all
the
lies
parents
keep
in
reserve
for
bad
situations
,
the
ones
that
sound
so
damn
plausible
to
a
child
,
and
I
told
them
in
a
tone
of
perfect
conviction
.
"
That
's
,
not
regular
fog
,
"
Billy
said
.
He
looked
up
at
me
his
eyes
dark-circled
and
tear-streaked
.
"
it
is
n't
,
is
it
Daddy
?
"
"
No
,
I
do
n't
think
so
.
"
I
did
n't
want
to
lie
about
that
.
Kids
do
n't
fight
shock
the
way
adults
do
;
they
go
with
it
maybe
because
kids
are
in
a
semipermanent
state
of
shock
until
they
're
thirteen
or
so
.
Billy
started
to
doze
off
.
I
held
him
,
thinking
he
might
snap
awake
again
,
but
his
doze
deepened
into
a
real
sleep
.
Maybe
he
had
been
awake
part
of
the
night
before
,
when
we
had
slept
three-in-a-bed
for
the
first
time
since
Billy
was
an
infant
.
And
maybe
-
I
felt
a
cold
eddy
slip
through
me
at
the
thought-maybe
he
had
sensed
something
coming
.
When
I
was
sure
he
was
solidly
out
,
I
laid
him
on
the
floor
and
went
looking
for
something
to
cover
him
up
with
.
Most
of
the
people
were
still
up
front
,
looking
out
into
the
thick
blanket
of
mist
.
Norton
had
gathered
a
little
crowd
of
listeners
,
and
was
busy
spellbinding-or
trying
to
.
Bud
Brown
stood
rigidly
at
his
post
,
but
Ollie
Weeks
had
left
his
,
There
were
a
few
people
in
the
aisles
,
wandering
like
ghosts
,
their
faces
greasy
with
shock
.
I
went
into
the
storage
area
through
the
big
double
door
between
the
meat
cabinet
and
the
beer
cooler
.
