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Outside
there
was
starlight
and
a
chilly
rind
of
moon
.
Not
enough
light
to
cast
a
shadow
,
but
enough
to
see
by
.
Once
he
got
in
the
garage
,
he
was
blind
.
There
was
a
little
switch
somewhere
,
but
he
was
damned
if
he
could
remember
anymore
just
where
it
was
.
He
felt
his
way
along
slowly
,
shuffling
his
feet
,
his
head
swimming
,
anticipating
a
painful
crack
on
the
knee
or
a
toy
that
he
would
stumble
over
,
frightening
himself
with
its
crash
,
perhaps
falling
over
himself
.
Ellie
's
little
Schwinn
with
its
red
training
wheels
.
Gage
's
Crawly-Gator
.
Where
was
the
cat
?
Had
he
left
him
in
?
Somehow
he
sailed
off
course
and
ran
into
the
wall
.
A
splinter
whispered
into
one
palm
and
he
cried
out
"
Shit
!
"
to
the
darkness
,
realizing
after
the
word
was
out
that
it
sounded
more
scared
than
mad
.
The
whole
garage
seemed
to
have
taken
a
stealthy
half-turn
.
Now
it
was
n't
just
the
light
switch
;
now
he
did
n't
know
where
the
fuck
anything
was
,
and
that
included
the
door
into
the
kitchen
.
He
began
walking
again
,
moving
slowly
,
his
palm
stinging
.
This
is
what
it
would
be
like
to
be
blind
,
he
thought
,
and
that
made
him
think
of
a
Stevie
Wonder
concert
he
and
Rachel
had
gone
to
--
when
?
Six
years
ago
?
As
impossible
as
it
seemed
,
it
had
to
be
.
She
had
been
pregnant
with
Ellie
then
.
Two
guys
had
led
Wonder
to
his
synthesizer
,
guiding
him
over
the
cables
that
snaked
across
the
stage
so
he
would
n't
stumble
And
later
,
when
he
had
gotten
up
to
dance
with
one
of
the
back-up
singers
,
she
had
led
him
carefully
to
a
clear
place
on
the
floor
.
He
had
danced
well
,
Louis
remembered
thinking
.
He
had
danced
well
,
but
he
had
needed
a
hand
to
lead
him
to
the
space
where
he
could
do
it
.
How
about
a
hand
right
now
to
lead
me
to
my
kitchen
door
?
he
thought
...
and
abruptly
shuddered
.
If
a
hand
came
out
of
the
darkness
now
to
lead
him
,
how
he
would
scream
--
scream
and
scream
and
scream
.
He
stood
still
,
heart
thudding
.
Come
on
,
he
told
himself
.
Stop
this
shit
,
come
on
come
on
--
Where
was
that
fucking
cat
?
Then
he
did
slam
into
something
,
the
rear
bumper
of
the
station
wagon
,
and
the
pain
sang
up
his
body
from
his
barked
shin
,
making
his
eyes
water
.
He
grabbed
his
leg
and
rubbed
it
,
standing
one-legged
like
a
heron
,
but
at
least
he
knew
where
he
was
now
,
the
geography
of
the
garage
fixed
firmly
in
his
mind
again
,
and
besides
,
his
night
vision
was
coming
,
good
old
visual
purple
.
He
had
left
the
cat
in
,
he
remembered
that
now
,
had
n't
really
wanted
to
touch
it
,
to
pick
it
up
and
put
it
out
and
--
