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"
Ayuh
,
"
Jud
said
.
"
Told
you
:
the
place
is
old
.
"
"
Are
we
done
now
?
"
"
Ayuh
.
"
He
clapped
Louis
on
the
shoulder
.
"
You
did
good
,
Louis
.
I
knew
you
would
.
Let
's
go
home
.
"
"
Jud
--
"
he
began
again
,
but
Jud
only
grabbed
the
pick
and
walked
off
toward
the
steps
.
Louis
got
the
shovel
,
had
to
trot
to
catch
up
,
and
then
saved
his
breath
for
walking
.
He
looked
back
once
,
but
the
cairn
marking
the
grave
of
his
daughter
's
cat
Winston
Churchill
had
melted
into
the
shadows
,
and
he
could
not
pick
it
out
.
We
just
ran
the
film
backward
,
Louis
thought
tiredly
as
they
emerged
from
the
woods
and
into
the
field
overlooking
his
own
house
some
time
later
.
He
did
not
know
how
much
later
;
he
had
taken
off
his
watch
when
he
had
lain
down
to
doze
that
afternoon
,
and
it
would
still
be
there
on
the
windowsill
by
his
bed
.
He
only
knew
that
he
was
beat
,
used
up
,
done
in
.
He
could
not
remember
feeling
so
kicked-dog
weary
since
his
first
day
on
Chicago
's
rubbish-disposal
crew
one
high-school
summer
sixteen
or
seventeen
years
ago
.
They
came
back
the
same
way
they
had
gone
,
but
he
could
remember
very
little
about
the
trip
.
He
stumbled
on
the
deadfall
,
he
remembered
that
--
lurching
forward
and
thinking
absurdly
of
Peter
Pan
--
oh
,
Jesus
,
I
lost
my
happy
thoughts
and
down
I
come
--
and
then
Jud
's
hand
had
been
there
,
firm
and
hard
,
and
a
few
moments
later
they
had
been
trudging
past
the
final
resting
places
of
Smucky
the
Cat
and
Trixie
and
Marta
Our
Pet
Rabit
and
onto
the
path
he
had
once
walked
not
only
with
Jud
but
with
his
whole
family
.
It
seemed
that
in
some
weary
way
he
had
pondered
the
dream
of
Victor
Pascow
,
the
one
which
had
resulted
in
his
somnambulistic
episode
,
but
any
connection
between
that
night
walk
and
this
had
eluded
him
.
It
had
also
occurred
to
him
that
the
whole
adventure
had
been
dangerous
--
not
in
any
melodramatic
Wilkie
Collins
sense
but
in
a
very
real
one
.
That
he
had
outrageously
blistered
his
hands
while
in
a
state
that
was
nearly
somnambulistic
was
really
the
least
of
it
.
He
could
have
killed
himself
on
the
deadfall
.
Both
of
them
could
have
.
It
was
hard
to
square
such
behavior
with
sobriety
.
In
his
current
exhaustion
,
he
was
willing
to
ascribe
it
to
confusion
and
emotional
upset
over
the
death
of
a
pet
the
whole
family
had
loved
.
And
after
a
time
,
there
they
were
,
home
again
.
They
walked
toward
it
together
,
not
speaking
,
and
stopped
again
in
Louis
's
driveway
.
The
wind
moaned
and
whined
.
Wordlessly
,
Louis
handed
Jud
his
pick
.
