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He
went
to
the
sink
and
washed
his
hands
and
forearms
vigorously
,
as
if
scrubbing
for
an
operation
.
You
do
it
because
it
gets
hold
of
you
...
you
make
up
reasons
...
they
seem
like
good
reasons
...
but
mostly
you
do
it
because
once
you
've
been
up
there
,
it
's
your
place
,
and
you
belong
to
it
...
and
you
make
up
the
sweetest-smelling
reasons
in
the
world
...
No
,
he
could
n't
blame
Jud
.
He
had
gone
of
his
own
free
will
and
he
could
n't
blame
Jud
.
He
turned
off
the
water
and
began
to
dry
his
hands
and
arms
;
suddenly
the
towel
stopped
moving
and
he
stared
straight
ahead
,
looking
out
into
the
little
piece
of
night
framed
in
the
window
over
the
sink
.
Does
that
mean
it
's
my
place
now
?
That
it
's
mine
too
?
No
,
not
if
I
do
n't
want
it
to
be
.
He
slung
the
towel
over
the
rack
and
went
upstairs
.
Rachel
was
in
bed
,
the
covers
pulled
up
to
her
chin
,
and
Gage
was
tucked
in
neatly
beside
her
.
She
looked
at
Louis
apologetically
.
"
Would
you
mind
,
hon
?
Just
for
tonight
?
I
'd
feel
better
having
him
with
me
.
He
's
so
hot
.
"
"
No
,
"
Louis
said
.
"
That
's
fine
.
I
'll
put
out
the
hide-a-bed
downstairs
.
"
"
You
really
do
n't
mind
?
"
"
No
.
It
wo
n't
hurt
Gage
,
and
it
'll
make
you
feel
better
.
"
He
paused
,
then
smiled
.
"
You
're
going
to
pick
up
his
virus
,
though
.
That
comes
almost
guaranteed
.
I
do
n't
suppose
that
changes
your
mind
,
does
it
?
"
