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Stupid
fucking
cat
,
why
did
we
ever
have
to
get
a
fucking
cat
,
anyway
?
But
he
was
n't
fucking
anymore
.
That
was
supposed
to
keep
him
alive
.
"
Church
?
"
he
called
,
but
there
was
only
the
furnace
,
muttering
and
muttering
,
burning
up
dollars
.
The
couch
in
the
living
room
,
where
Church
had
recently
spent
most
of
his
time
,
was
empty
.
He
was
not
lying
on
any
of
the
radiators
.
Louis
rattled
the
cat
's
dish
,
the
one
thing
absolutely
guaranteed
to
bring
Church
running
if
he
was
in
earshot
,
but
no
cat
came
running
this
time
...
and
never
would
again
,
he
was
afraid
.
He
put
on
his
coat
and
hat
and
started
for
the
door
.
Then
he
came
back
.
Giving
in
to
what
his
heart
told
him
,
he
opened
the
cupboard
under
the
sink
and
squatted
down
.
There
were
two
kinds
of
plastic
bags
in
there
--
small
white
ones
for
the
household
trash
baskets
and
big
green
garbage-can
liners
.
Louis
took
one
of
the
latter
.
Church
had
put
on
weight
since
he
had
been
fixed
.
He
poked
the
bag
into
one
of
the
side
pockets
of
his
jacket
,
not
liking
the
slick
,
cool
way
the
plastic
felt
under
his
fingers
.
Then
he
let
himself
out
the
front
door
and
crossed
the
street
to
Jud
's
house
.
It
was
about
five-thirty
.
Twilight
was
ending
.
The
landscape
had
a
dead
look
.
The
remainder
of
sunset
was
a
strange
orange
line
on
the
horizon
across
the
river
.
The
wind
bowled
straight
down
Route
15
,
numbing
Louis
's
cheeks
and
whipping
away
the
white
plume
of
his
breath
.
He
shuddered
,
but
not
from
the
cold
.
It
was
a
feeling
of
aloneness
that
made
him
shudder
.
It
was
strong
and
persuasive
.
There
seemed
no
way
to
concretize
it
with
a
metaphor
.
It
was
faceless
.
He
just
felt
by
himself
,
untouched
and
untouching
.
He
saw
Jud
across
the
road
,
bundled
up
in
his
big
green
duffle
coat
,
his
face
lost
in
the
shadow
cast
by
the
fur-fringed
hood
.
Standing
on
his
frozen
lawn
,
he
looked
like
a
piece
of
statuary
,
just
another
dead
thing
in
this
twilight
landscape
where
no
bird
sang
.
Louis
started
across
,
and
then
Jud
moved
--
waved
him
back
.
Shouted
something
Louis
could
not
make
out
over
the
pervasive
whine
of
the
wind
.
Louis
stepped
back
,
realizing
suddenly
that
the
wind
's
whine
had
deepened
and
sharpened
.
A
moment
later
an
air
horn
blatted
and
an
Orinco
truck
roared
past
close
enough
to
make
his
pants
and
jacket
flap
.
Damned
if
he
had
n't
almost
walked
right
out
in
front
of
the
thing
.
