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"
One
day
soon
the
Arabs
will
pull
the
plug
,
and
they
'll
be
able
to
grow
African
violets
right
down
the
yellow
line
,
"
Crandall
said
.
"
You
might
be
right
.
"
Louis
tilted
his
can
back
and
was
surprised
to
find
it
empty
.
Crandall
laughed
.
"
You
just
grab
yourself
one
to
grow
on
,
Doc
.
"
Louis
hesitated
and
then
said
,
"
All
right
,
but
just
one
more
.
I
have
to
be
getting
back
.
"
"
Sure
you
do
.
Ai
n't
moving
a
bitch
?
"
"
It
is
,
"
Louis
agreed
,
and
then
for
a
time
they
were
silent
.
The
silence
was
a
comfortable
one
,
as
if
they
had
known
each
other
for
a
long
time
.
This
was
a
feeling
about
which
Louis
had
read
in
books
,
but
which
he
had
never
experienced
until
now
.
He
felt
ashamed
of
his
casual
thoughts
about
free
medical
advice
earlier
.
On
the
road
a
semi
roared
by
,
its
running
lights
twinkling
like
earthstars
.
"
That
's
one
mean
road
,
all
right
,
"
Crandall
repeated
thoughtfully
,
almost
vaguely
,
and
then
turned
to
Louis
.
There
was
a
peculiar
little
smile
on
his
seamed
mouth
.
He
poked
a
Chesterfield
into
one
corner
of
the
smile
and
popped
a
match
with
his
thumbnail
.
"
You
remember
the
path
there
that
your
little
girl
commented
on
?
"
For
a
moment
Louis
did
n't
;
Ellie
had
commented
on
a
whole
catalogue
of
things
before
finally
collapsing
for
the
night
.
Then
he
did
remember
.
That
wide
mown
patch
winding
up
through
the
copse
of
trees
and
over
the
hill
.
