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"
She
woke
up
screaming
over
the
weekend
,
"
Rachel
said
quietly
.
"
She
had
a
nightmare
.
"
"
I
dreamed
that
Church
got
run
over
,
"
Ellie
said
.
"
Too
many
turkey
sandwiches
after
the
big
day
,
that
's
my
guess
,
"
Rachel
said
.
"
She
had
a
bout
of
diarrhea
too
.
Set
her
mind
at
rest
,
Louis
,
and
let
's
get
out
of
this
airport
.
I
've
seen
enough
airports
in
the
last
week
to
last
me
for
at
least
five
years
.
"
"
Why
,
Church
,
is
fine
,
honey
,
"
Louis
said
slowly
.
Yes
,
he
's
fine
.
He
lies
around
the
house
all
day
long
and
looks
at
me
with
those
strange
,
muddy
eyes
--
as
if
he
'd
seen
something
that
had
blasted
away
most
of
whatever
intelligence
a
cat
has
.
He
's
just
great
.
I
put
him
out
with
a
broom
at
night
because
I
do
n't
like
to
touch
him
.
I
just
kind
of
sweep
at
him
with
it
and
he
goes
.
And
the
other
day
when
I
opened
the
door
,
Ellie
,
he
had
a
mouse
--
or
what
was
left
of
it
.
He
'd
strewed
the
guts
hell
to
breakfast
.
And
speaking
of
breakfast
,
I
skipped
mine
that
morning
.
Otherwise
--
"
He
's
just
fine
.
"
"
Oh
,
"
Ellie
said
,
and
that
furrow
between
her
eyes
smoothed
out
.
"
Oh
,
that
's
good
.
When
I
had
that
dream
,
I
was
sure
he
was
dead
.
"
"
Were
you
?
"
Louis
asked
,
and
smiled
.
"
Dreams
are
funny
,
are
n't
they
?
"
"
Dweems
!
"
Gage
hollered
--
he
had
reached
the
parrot
stage
that
Louis
remembered
from
Ellie
's
development
.
"
Dweeeeeems
!
"
He
gave
Louis
's
hair
a
hearty
tug
.
