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This
time
he
checked
both
ways
before
crossing
.
There
was
only
the
tanker
's
taillights
,
dwindling
into
the
twilight
.
"
Thought
that
"
Rinco
truck
was
gon
na
get
you
,
"
Jud
said
.
"
Have
a
care
,
Louis
.
"
Even
this
close
,
Louis
could
n't
see
Jud
's
face
,
and
the
uncomfortable
feeling
persisted
that
this
could
have
been
anyone
...
anyone
at
all
.
"
Where
's
Norma
?
"
he
asked
,
still
not
looking
down
at
the
sprawled
bundle
of
fur
by
Jud
's
foot
.
"
Went
to
the
Thanksgiving
church
service
,
"
he
said
.
"
She
'll
stay
to
the
supper
,
I
guess
,
although
I
do
n't
think
she
'll
eat
nothing
.
She
's
gotten
peckish
.
"
The
wind
gusted
,
shifting
the
hood
back
momentarily
,
and
Louis
saw
that
it
was
indeed
Jud
--
who
else
would
it
have
been
?
"
It
's
mostly
an
excuse
for
a
hen
paaaty
,
"
Jud
said
.
"
They
do
n't
eat
much
but
sanwidges
after
the
big
meal
at
noon
.
She
'll
be
back
around
eight
.
"
Louis
knelt
down
to
look
at
the
cat
.
Do
n't
let
it
be
Church
,
he
wished
fervently
,
as
he
turned
its
head
gently
on
its
neck
with
gloved
fingers
.
Let
it
be
someone
else
's
cat
,
let
Jud
be
wrong
.
But
of
course
it
was
Church
.
He
was
in
no
way
mangled
or
disfigured
;
he
had
not
been
run
over
by
one
of
the
big
tankers
or
semis
that
cruised
Route
15
(
just
what
was
that
Orinco
truck
doing
out
on
Thanksgiving
?
he
wondered
randomly
)
.
Church
's
eyes
were
half-open
,
as
glazed
as
green
marbles
.
A
small
flow
of
blood
had
come
from
his
mouth
,
which
was
also
open
.
Not
a
great
deal
of
blood
;
just
enough
to
stain
the
white
bib
on
his
chest
.
"
Yours
,
Louis
?
"
"
Mine
,
"
he
agreed
and
sighed
.
He
was
aware
for
the
first
time
that
he
had
loved
Church
--
maybe
not
as
fervently
as
Ellie
but
in
his
own
absent
way
.
In
the
weeks
following
his
castration
,
Church
had
changed
,
had
gotten
fat
and
slow
,
had
established
a
routine
that
took
him
between
Ellie
's
bed
,
the
couch
,
and
his
dish
but
rarely
out
of
the
house
.
Now
,
in
death
,
he
looked
to
Louis
like
the
old
Church
.
The
mouth
so
small
and
bloody
,
filled
with
needle-sharp
cat
's
teeth
,
was
frozen
in
a
shooter
's
snarl
.
The
dead
eyes
seemed
furious
.
It
was
as
if
after
the
short
and
placid
stupidity
of
his
life
as
a
neuter
,
Church
had
rediscovered
his
real
nature
in
dying
.
