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If
not
his
,
then
whose
?
his
mind
asked
.
And
because
he
had
no
answer
,
Louis
swept
the
uncomfortable
question
away
.
"
I
buried
Spot
and
built
the
cairn
,
"
Jud
went
on
flatly
,
"
and
by
the
time
I
was
done
,
Stanny
B.
was
fast
asleep
.
I
had
to
shake
the
hell
out
of
him
to
get
him
going
again
,
but
by
the
time
we
got
down
those
forty-four
stairs
--
"
"
Forty-five
,
"
Louis
murmured
.
Jud
nodded
.
"
Yeah
,
that
's
right
,
ai
n't
it
?
Forty-five
.
By
the
time
we
got
down
those
forty-five
stairs
,
he
was
walking
as
steady
as
if
he
was
sober
again
.
We
went
back
through
the
swamp
and
the
woods
and
over
the
deadfall
,
and
finally
we
crossed
the
road
and
we
was
at
my
house
again
.
It
seemed
to
me
like
ten
hours
must
have
gone
past
,
but
it
was
still
full
dark
.
"
What
happens
now
?
"
I
ask
Stanny
B.
"
Now
you
wait
and
see
what
may
happen
,
"
Stanny
says
,
and
off
he
walks
,
staggering
and
lurching
again
.
I
imagine
he
slept
out
in
back
of
the
livery
that
night
,
and
as
things
turned
out
,
my
dog
Spot
outlived
Stanny
B.
by
two
years
.
His
liver
went
bad
and
poisoned
him
,
and
two
little
kids
found
him
in
the
road
on
July
4
,
1912
,
stiff
as
a
poker
.
"
But
me
,
that
night
,
I
just
climbed
back
up
the
ivy
and
got
into
bed
and
fell
asleep
almost
as
soon
as
my
head
touched
the
pillow
.
"
Next
morning
I
did
n't
get
up
until
almost
nine
o'clock
,
and
then
my
mother
was
calling
me
.
My
dad
worked
on
the
railroad
,
and
he
would
have
been
gone
since
six
.
"
Jud
paused
,
thinking
.
"
My
mother
was
n't
just
calling
me
,
Louis
.
She
was
screaming
for
me
.
"
Jud
went
to
the
fridge
,
got
himself
a
Miller
's
,
and
opened
it
on
the
drawer
handle
below
the
breadbox
and
toaster
.
His
face
looked
yellow
in
the
overhead
light
,
the
color
of
nicotine
.
He
drained
half
his
beer
,
uttered
a
belch
like
a
gunshot
,
and
then
glanced
down
the
hall
toward
the
room
where
Norma
slept
.
He
looked
back
at
Louis
.
"
This
is
hard
for
me
to
talk
about
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
have
turned
it
over
in
my
mind
,
years
and
years
,
but
I
've
never
told
anyone
about
it
.
