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She
sounded
more
than
alarmed
;
she
sounded
scared
,
and
the
crying
had
a
choked
,
desperate
quality
to
it
.
It
was
Gage
.
He
opened
his
eyes
and
stared
into
Church
's
greenish-yellow
eyes
.
They
were
less
than
four
inches
from
his
own
.
The
cat
was
on
his
chest
,
neatly
curled
up
there
like
something
from
the
old
wives
"
tale
of
breath-stealing
.
The
stink
came
off
it
in
slow
,
noxious
waves
.
It
was
purring
.
Louis
uttered
a
cry
of
disgust
and
surprise
.
He
shot
both
hands
out
in
a
primitive
warding-off
gesture
.
Church
thumped
off
the
bed
,
landed
on
its
side
,
and
walked
away
in
that
stumbling
lurch
.
Jesus
!
Jesus
!
It
was
on
me
!
Oh
God
,
it
was
right
on
me
!
His
disgust
could
not
be
greater
if
he
had
awakened
to
find
a
spider
in
his
mouth
.
For
a
moment
he
thought
he
was
going
to
throw
up
.
"
Louis
!
"
He
pushed
the
blankets
back
and
stumbled
to
the
stairs
.
Faint
light
spilled
from
their
bedroom
.
Rachel
was
standing
at
the
head
of
the
stairs
in
her
nightgown
.
"
Louis
,
he
's
vomiting
again
...
choking
on
it
...
I
'm
scared
.
"
"
I
'm
here
,
"
he
said
and
came
up
to
her
,
thinking
:
It
got
in
.
Somehow
it
got
in
.
From
the
cellar
,
probably
.
Maybe
there
's
a
broken
cellar
window
.
In
fact
there
must
be
a
broken
window
down
there
.
I
'll
check
it
tomorrow
when
I
get
home
.
Hell
,
before
I
go
to
work
.
I
'll
--
Gage
stopped
crying
and
begun
to
make
an
ugly
,
gargling
choking
sound
.
