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"
Your
wife
gone
to
bed
?
"
Louis
asked
,
wondering
why
he
was
opening
the
door
like
this
.
"
Ayuh
.
Sometimes
she
stays
up
.
Sometimes
she
do
n't
.
"
"
Her
arthritis
is
quite
painful
,
is
n't
it
?
"
"
You
ever
see
a
case
that
was
n't
?
"
Crandall
asked
.
Louis
shook
his
head
.
"
I
guess
it
's
tolerable
,
"
Crandall
said
.
"
She
do
n't
complain
much
.
She
's
a
good
old
girl
,
my
Norma
.
"
There
was
a
great
and
simple
weight
of
affection
in
his
voice
.
Out
on
Route
15
,
a
tanker
truck
droned
by
,
one
so
big
and
long
that
for
a
moment
Louis
could
n't
see
his
house
across
the
road
.
Written
on
the
side
,
just
visible
in
the
last
light
,
was
the
word
ORINCO
.
"
One
hell
of
a
big
truck
,
"
Louis
commented
.
"
Orinco
's
near
Orrington
,
"
Crandall
said
.
"
Chemical
fertilizer
fact
'
ry
.
They
come
and
go
,
all
right
.
And
the
oil
tankers
,
and
the
dump
trucks
,
and
the
people
who
go
to
work
in
Bangor
or
Brewer
and
come
home
at
night
.
"
He
shook
his
head
.
"
That
's
the
one
thing
about
Ludlow
I
do
n't
like
anymore
.
That
frigging
road
.
No
peace
from
it
.
They
go
all
day
and
all
night
.
Wake
Norma
up
sometimes
.
Hell
,
wake
me
up
sometimes
,
and
I
sleep
like
a
goddam
log
.
"
Louis
,
who
thought
this
strange
Maine
landscape
almost
eerily
quiet
after
the
constant
roar
of
Chicago
,
only
nodded
his
head
.
