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The
porch
was
long
and
narrow
,
furnished
with
rattan
chairs
and
sofas
.
Louis
sank
into
one
and
was
surprised
at
how
comfortable
it
was
.
At
his
left
hand
was
a
tin
pail
filled
with
ice
cubes
and
a
few
cans
of
Black
Label
.
He
took
one
.
"
Thank
you
,
"
he
said
and
opened
it
.
The
first
two
swallows
hit
his
throat
like
a
blessing
.
"
More
'n
welcome
,
"
Crandall
said
.
"
I
hope
your
time
here
will
be
a
happy
one
,
Doc
.
"
"
Amen
,
"
Louis
said
.
"
Say
!
If
you
want
crackers
or
somethin
,
I
could
get
some
.
I
got
a
wedge
of
rat
that
's
just
about
ripe
.
"
"
A
wedge
of
what
?
"
"
Rat
cheese
.
"
Crandall
sounded
faintly
amused
.
"
Thanks
,
but
just
the
beer
will
do
me
.
"
"
Well
then
,
we
'll
just
let
her
go
.
"
Crandall
belched
contentedly
.
