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Norton
and
I
headed
toward
the
beer
cooler
in
the
far
corner
of
the
store
,
walking
past
the
housewares
and
notions
.
I
glanced
back
over
my
shoulder
,
noticing
uneasily
how
the
wooden
beams
framing
the
tall
,
rectangular
sections
of
glass
had
buckled
and
twisted
and
splintered
.
And
one
of
the
windows
was
n't
even
whole
,
I
remembered
.
A
pie-shaped
chunk
of
glass
had
fallen
out
of
the
upper
corner
at
the
instant
of
that
queer
thump
.
Perhaps
we
could
stuff
it
with
cloth
or
something-maybe
a
bunch
of
those
$
3
.
59
ladies
'
tops
I
had
noticed
near
the
wine
My
thoughts
broke
off
abruptly
,
and
I
had
to
put
the
back
of
my
hand
over
my
mouth
,
as
if
stifling
a
burp
.
What
I
was
really
stifling
was
the
rancid
flood
of
horrified
giggles
that
wanted
to
escape
me
at
the
thought
of
stuffing
a
bunch
of
shirts
into
a
hole
to
keep
out
those
tentacles
that
had
carried
Norm
away
.
I
had
seen
one
of
those
tentacles
-
a
small
one-squeeze
a
bag
of
dog
food
until
it
simply
ruptured
.
"
David
?
Are
you
okay
?
"
"
Huh
?
"
"
Your
face-you
looked
like
you
just
had
a
good
idea
or
a
bloody
awful
one
.
"
Something
hit
me
then
.
"
Brent
,
what
happened
to
that
man
who
came
in
raving
about
something
in
the
mist
getting
John
Lee
Frovin
?
"
"
The
guy
with
the
nosebleed
?
"
"
Yes
,
him
.
"
"
He
passed
out
and
Mr.
Brown
brought
him
around
with
some
smelling
salts
from
the
first-aid
kit
.
Why
?
"
