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He
was
standing
by
the
fence
that
separates
our
property
from
Norton
's
and
looking
down
our
driveway
.
The
driveway
runs
a
quarter
of
a
mile
to
a
camp
road
which
,
in
its
turn
,
runs
about
three-quarters
of
mile
to
a
stretch
of
two-lane
blacktop
,
called
Kansas
Road
.
From
Kansas
Road
you
can
go
anywhere
you
want
,
as
long
as
it
's
Bridgton
.
I
saw
what
Billy
was
looking
at
and
my
heart
went
cold
.
"
Do
n't
go
any
closer
,
champ
.
Right
there
is
close
enough
.
"
Billy
did
n't
argue
.
The
morning
was
bright
and
as
clear
as
a
bell
.
The
sky
,
which
had
been
a
mushy
,
hazy
color
during
the
heat
wave
,
had
regained
a
deep
,
crisp
blue
that
was
nearly
autumnal
.
There
was
a
light
breeze
,
making
cheerful
sun-dapples
move
back
and
forth
in
the
driveway
.
Not
far
from
where
Billy
was
standing
there
was
a
steady
hissing
noise
,
and
in
the
grass
there
was
what
you
might
at
first
have
taken
for
a
writhing
bundle
of
snakes
.
The
power
lines
leading
to
our
house
had
fallen
in
an
untidy
tangle
about
twenty
feet
away
and
lay
in
a
burned
patch
of
grass
.
They
were
twisting
lazily
and
spitting
.
If
the
trees
and
grass
had
n't
been
so
completely
damped
down
by
the
torrential
rains
,
the
house
might
have
gone
up
.
As
it
was
,
there
was
only
that
black
patch
where
the
wires
had
touched
directly
.
"
Could
that
lectercute
a
person
,
Daddy
?
"
"
Yeah
.
It
could
.
"
"
What
are
we
going
to
do
about
it
?
"
"
Nothing
.
Wait
for
the
CMP
.
"
"
When
will
they
come
?
"
