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"
I
do
n't
know
.
But
I
do
n't
want
those
two
telling
people
on
their
own
,
That
would
start
a
panic
.
Let
's
go
.
"
I
looked
around
,
and
after
a
moment
or
two
located
the
thin
line
of
vertical
light
between
the
swing
doors
.
We
started
to
shuffle
toward
it
,
wary
of
scattered
cartons
,
one
of
Ollie
's
pudgy
hands
clamped
over
my
forearm
.
It
occurred
to
me
that
all
of
us
had
lost
our
flashlights
.
As
we
reached
the
doors
,
Ollie
said
flatly
:
"
What
we
saw
it
's
impossible
,
David
.
You
know
that
,
do
n't
you
?
Even
if
a
van
from
the
Boston
Seaquarium
drove
out
back
and
dumped
out
one
of
those
gigantic
squids
like
in
Twenty
Thousand
Leagues
Under
the
Sea
,
it
would
die
.
It
would
just
die
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
I
said
.
"
That
's
right
.
"
"
So
what
happened
?
Huh
?
What
happened
?
What
is
that
damned
mist
?
"
"
Ollie
,
I
do
n't
know
.
"
We
went
out
.
Jim
and
his
good
buddy
Myron
were
just
outside
the
doors
,
each
with
a
Budweiser
in
his
fist
.
I
looked
at
Billy
,
saw
he
was
still
asleep
,
and
covered
him
with
the
ruglike
mover
's
pad
.
He
moved
a
little
,
muttered
something
,
and
then
Jay
still
again
.
I
looked
at
my
watch
.
It
was
12:15
P.m.
.
That
seemed
utterly
impossible
;
it
felt
as
if
at
least
five
hours
had
passed
since
I
had
first
gone
in
there
to
look
for
something
to
cover
him
with
.
But
the
whole
thing
,
from
first
to
last
,
had
taken
only
about
thirty-five
minutes
.
I
went
back
to
where
Ollie
stood
with
Jim
and
Myron
.
Ollie
had
taken
a
beer
and
he
offered
me
one
.
I
took
it
and
gulped
down
half
the
can
at
once
,
as
I
had
that
morning
cutting
wood
.
It
bucked
me
up
a
little
.
Jim
was
Jim
Grondin
.
Myron
's
last
name
was
LaFleur
-
that
had
its
comic
side
,
all
right
.
Myron
the
flower
had
drying
blood
on
his
lips
,
chin
,
and
cheek
.
The
eye
with
the
mouse
under
it
was
already
swelling
up
.
The
girl
in
the
cranberry-colored
sweatshirt
walked
by
aimlessly
and
gave
Myron
a
cautious
look
.
I
could
have
told
her
that
Myron
was
only
dangerous
to
teenage
boys
intent
on
proving
their
manhood
,
but
saved
my
breath
.
After
all
,
Ollie
was
right-they
had
only
been
doing
what
they
thought
was
best
,
although
in
a
blind
,
fearful
way
rather
than
in
any
real
common
interest
.
And
now
I
needed
them
to
do
what
I
thought
was
best
.
I
did
n't
think
that
would
be
a
problem
.
They
had
both
had
the
stuffing
knocked
out
of
them
.
Neither-especially
Myron
the
flower-was
going
to
be
good
for
anything
for
some
time
to
come
.
