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It
was
the
bedroom
extension
that
woke
him
up
.
He
groped
for
it
,
trying
to
pull
himself
together
,
disoriented
by
the
fact
that
it
was
almost
dark
outside
.
He
could
hear
the
wind
whining
around
the
corners
of
the
house
and
the
faint
,
husky
mutter
of
the
furnace
.
"
Hello
,
"
he
said
.
It
would
be
Rachel
,
calling
from
Chicago
again
to
wish
him
a
happy
Thanksgiving
.
She
would
put
Ellie
on
and
Ellie
would
talk
and
then
Gage
would
get
on
and
Gage
would
babble
--
and
how
the
hell
had
he
managed
to
sleep
all
afternoon
when
he
had
meant
to
watch
the
football
game
...
?
But
it
was
n't
Rachel
.
It
was
Jud
.
"
Louis
?
Fraid
maybe
you
've
got
a
little
spot
of
trouble
.
"
He
swung
out
of
bed
,
still
trying
to
scrub
the
sleep
out
of
his
mind
.
"
Jud
?
What
trouble
?
"
"
Well
,
there
's
a
dead
cat
over
here
on
our
lawn
,
"
Jud
said
.
"
I
think
it
might
be
your
daughter
's
.
"
"
Church
?
"
Louis
asked
.
There
was
a
sudden
sinking
in
his
belly
.
"
Are
you
sure
,
Jud
?
"
"
No
,
I
ai
n't
one
hundred
percent
sure
,
"
Jud
said
,
"
but
it
sure
looks
like
him
.
"
"
Oh
.
Oh
shit
.
I
'll
be
right
over
,
Jud
.
"
