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"
Wait
here
a
minute
or
two
,
Louis
.
"
Jud
moved
away
,
with
no
apparent
thought
that
Louis
might
not
want
to
wait
just
a
minute
on
this
bitter
night
.
He
moved
away
with
assurance
and
that
lithe
ease
which
was
so
strange
in
a
man
of
his
age
.
And
Louis
found
he
had
nothing
to
say
anyway
.
He
did
n't
feel
much
like
himself
.
He
watched
Jud
go
,
quite
content
to
stand
here
.
He
raised
his
face
into
the
wind
after
the
door
had
clicked
closed
,
the
garbage
bag
with
Church
's
body
in
it
riffling
between
his
feet
.
Content
.
Yes
,
he
was
.
For
the
first
time
since
they
had
moved
to
Maine
,
he
felt
that
he
was
in
his
place
,
that
he
was
home
.
Standing
here
by
himself
in
the
afterglow
of
the
day
,
standing
on
the
rim
of
winter
,
he
felt
unhappy
and
yet
oddly
exhilarated
and
strangely
whole
--
whole
in
a
way
he
had
not
been
,
or
could
not
remember
feeling
that
he
had
been
,
since
childhood
.
Something
gon
na
happen
here
,
Bubba
.
Something
pretty
weird
,
I
think
.
He
tilted
his
head
back
and
saw
cold
winter
stars
in
a
blackening
sky
.
How
long
he
stood
like
that
he
did
not
know
,
although
it
could
not
have
been
long
in
terms
of
seconds
and
minutes
.
Then
a
light
flickered
on
Jud
's
porch
,
bobbed
,
approached
the
porch
door
,
and
descended
the
steps
.
It
was
Jud
behind
a
big
four-cell
flashlight
.
In
his
other
hand
he
held
what
Louis
at
first
thought
was
a
large
X.
.
.
and
then
he
saw
that
it
was
a
pick
and
shovel
.
He
handed
the
shovel
to
Louis
,
who
took
it
in
his
free
hand
.
"
Jud
,
what
the
hell
are
you
up
to
?
We
ca
n't
bury
him
tonight
.
"
