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"
Come
on
,
gang
,
"
Louis
said
,
and
they
started
down
to
the
baggage
area
.
They
had
gotten
as
far
as
the
station
wagon
in
the
parking
lot
when
Gage
began
saying
"
Pretty
,
pretty
,
"
in
a
strange
,
hiccuping
voice
.
This
time
he
whoopsed
all
over
Louis
,
who
had
put
on
a
new
pair
of
double-knit
slacks
for
the
plane-meeting
occasion
.
Apparently
Gage
thought
pretty
was
the
code
word
for
I
've
got
to
throw
up
now
,
so
sorry
,
stand
clear
.
It
turned
out
to
be
a
virus
after
all
.
By
the
time
they
had
driven
the
seventeen
miles
from
the
Bangor
airport
to
their
house
in
Ludlow
,
Gage
had
begun
to
show
signs
of
fever
and
had
fallen
into
an
uncomfortable
doze
.
Louis
backed
into
the
garage
,
and
out
of
the
corner
of
his
eye
he
saw
Church
slink
along
one
wall
,
tail
up
,
strange
eyes
fixed
on
the
car
.
It
disappeared
into
the
dying
glow
of
the
day
,
and
a
moment
later
Louis
saw
a
disemboweled
mouse
lying
beside
a
stack
of
four
summer
tires
--
he
had
had
the
snows
put
on
while
Rachel
and
the
kids
were
gone
.
The
mouse
's
innards
glowed
pink
and
raw
in
the
garage
's
gloom
.
Louis
got
out
quickly
and
purposely
bumped
against
the
pile
of
tires
,
which
were
stacked
up
like
black
checkers
.
The
top
two
fell
over
and
covered
the
mouse
.
"
Ooops
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
're
a
spaz
,
Daddy
,
"
Ellie
said
,
not
unkindly
.
"
That
's
right
,
"
Louis
said
with
a
kind
of
hectic
cheer
.
He
felt
a
little
like
saying
Pretty
,
pretty
and
blowing
his
groceries
all
over
everything
.
"
Daddy
's
a
spaz
.
"
He
could
remember
Church
killing
only
a
single
rat
before
his
queer
resurrection
;
he
sometimes
cornered
mice
and
played
with
them
in
that
deadly
cat
way
that
ultimately
ended
in
destruction
,
but
he
or
Ellie
or
Rachel
had
always
intervened
before
the
end
.
And
once
cats
were
fixed
,
he
knew
,
few
of
them
would
do
more
than
give
a
mouse
an
interested
stare
,
at
least
as
long
as
they
were
well-fed
.
"
Are
you
going
to
stand
there
dreaming
or
help
me
with
this
kid
?
"
Rachel
asked
.
"
Come
back
from
Planet
Mongo
,
Dr.
Creed
.
Earth
people
need
you
.
"
She
sounded
tired
and
irritable
.
