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"
I
'm
sorry
,
babe
,
"
Louis
said
.
He
came
around
to
get
Gage
,
who
was
now
as
hot
as
the
coals
in
a
banked
stove
.
So
only
the
three
of
them
ate
Louis
's
famous
South
Side
Chili
that
night
;
Gage
reclined
on
the
living
room
sofa
,
feverish
and
apathetic
;
drinking
a
bottle
filled
with
lukewarm
chicken
broth
and
watching
a
cartoon
show
on
TV
.
After
dinner
Ellie
went
to
the
garage
door
and
called
Church
.
Louis
,
who
was
doing
the
dishes
while
Rachel
unpacked
upstairs
,
hoped
the
cat
would
n't
come
,
but
he
did
--
he
came
in
walking
in
his
new
slow
lurch
,
and
he
came
almost
at
once
,
as
if
he
--
as
if
it
--
had
been
lurking
out
there
.
Lurking
.
The
word
came
immediately
to
mind
.
"
Church
!
"
Ellie
cried
.
"
Hi
,
Church
!
"
She
picked
the
cat
up
and
hugged
it
.
Louis
watched
out
of
the
corner
of
his
eye
;
his
hands
,
which
had
been
groping
on
the
bottom
of
the
sink
for
any
leftover
silverware
,
were
still
.
He
saw
Ellie
's
happy
face
change
slowly
to
puzzlement
.
The
cat
lay
quiet
in
her
arms
,
its
ears
laid
back
,
its
eyes
on
hers
.
After
a
long
moment
--
it
seemed
very
long
to
Louis
--
she
put
Church
down
.
The
cat
padded
away
toward
the
dining
room
without
looking
back
.
Executioner
of
small
mice
,
Louis
thought
randomly
.
Christ
,
what
did
we
do
that
night
?
He
tried
honestly
to
remember
,
but
it
already
seemed
far
away
,
dim
and
distant
,
like
the
messy
death
of
Victor
Pascow
on
the
floor
of
the
infirmary
's
reception
room
.
He
could
remember
carriages
of
wind
passing
in
the
sky
and
the
white
glimmer
of
snow
in
the
back
field
which
rose
to
the
woods
.
That
was
all
.
"
Daddy
?
"
Ellie
said
in
a
low
,
subdued
voice
.
"
What
,
Ellie
?
"
"
Church
smells
funny
.
"
