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The
two
ghosts
barreled
past
them
and
ran
down
the
walk
,
candy
bags
rattling
,
screaming
their
mother
's
name
.
Louis
ran
down
the
front
hall
and
into
the
kitchen
,
ignoring
Ellie
,
who
was
calling
for
him
to
come
back
.
Norma
lay
on
the
hilly
linoleum
by
the
table
in
a
litter
of
apples
and
small
Snickers
bars
.
Apparently
she
had
caught
the
bowl
with
her
hand
going
down
and
had
overturned
it
.
It
lay
nearby
like
a
small
Pyrex
flying
saucer
.
Jud
was
chafing
one
of
her
wrists
,
and
he
looked
up
at
Louis
with
a
strained
face
.
"
Help
me
,
Louis
,
"
he
said
.
"
Help
Norma
.
She
's
dying
,
I
think
.
"
"
Move
to
one
side
,
"
Louis
said
.
He
kneeled
and
came
down
on
a
Spy
,
crushing
it
.
He
felt
juice
bleed
through
the
knee
of
his
old
cords
,
and
the
cidery
smell
of
apple
suddenly
filled
the
kitchen
.
Here
it
is
,
Pascow
all
over
again
,
Louis
thought
and
then
shoved
the
thought
out
of
his
mind
so
fast
that
it
might
have
been
on
wheels
.
He
felt
for
her
pulse
and
got
something
that
was
weak
,
thready
,
and
rapid
--
not
really
a
beat
but
only
simple
spasms
.
Extreme
arrhythmia
,
well
on
the
way
to
full
cardiac
arrest
.
You
and
Elvis
Presley
,
Norma
,
he
thought
.
He
opened
her
dress
,
exposing
a
creamy
yellow
silk
slip
.
Moving
with
his
own
rhythm
now
,
he
turned
her
head
to
one
side
and
began
administering
CPR
.
"
Jud
,
listen
to
me
,
"
he
said
.
Heel
of
the
left
hand
one
third
of
the
way
up
the
breastbone
--
four
centimeters
above
the
xyphoid
process
.
Right
hand
gripping
the
left
wrist
,
bracing
,
lending
pressure
.
Keep
it
firm
,
but
let
's
take
it
easy
on
the
old
ribs
--
no
need
to
panic
yet
.
And
for
Christ
's
sake
,
do
n't
collapse
the
old
lungs
.
