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He
awoke
at
nine
the
next
morning
.
Bright
sunshine
streamed
in
the
bedroom
's
east
windows
.
The
telephone
was
ringing
.
Louis
reached
up
and
snared
it
.
"
Hello
?
"
"
Hi
!
"
Rachel
said
.
"
Did
I
wake
you
up
?
Hope
so
.
"
"
You
woke
me
up
,
you
bitch
,
"
he
said
,
smiling
.
"
Ooooh
,
such
nasty
language
,
you
bad
old
bear
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
tried
to
call
you
last
night
.
Were
you
over
at
Jud
's
?
"
He
hesitated
for
only
the
tiniest
fraction
of
a
moment
.
"
Yes
,
"
he
said
.
"
Had
a
few
beers
.
Norma
was
up
at
some
sort
of
Thanksgiving
supper
.
I
thought
about
giving
you
a
ring
,
but
...
you
know
.
"
They
chatted
awhile
.
Rachel
updated
him
on
her
family
,
something
he
could
have
done
without
,
although
he
took
a
small
,
mean
satisfaction
in
the
news
that
her
father
's
bald
spot
seemed
to
be
expanding
at
a
faster
rate
.
"
You
want
to
talk
to
Gage
?
"
Rachel
asked
.
Louis
grinned
.
"
Yeah
,
I
guess
so
,
"
he
said
.
"
Do
n't
let
him
hang
up
the
phone
like
he
did
the
other
time
.
"
Much
rattling
at
the
other
end
.
Dimly
he
heard
Rachel
cajoling
the
kid
to
say
hi
,
Daddy
.
