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Now
the
cat
slept
like
a
stone
.
Like
the
dead
.
No
,
he
reminded
himself
,
there
was
one
exception
.
The
night
he
had
awakened
on
the
hide-a-bed
with
Church
curled
up
on
his
chest
like
a
stinking
blanket
...
Church
had
been
purring
that
night
.
It
had
been
making
some
sound
,
anyway
.
But
as
Jud
Crandall
had
known
--
or
guessed
--
it
had
not
been
all
bad
.
Louis
found
a
broken
window
down-cellar
behind
the
furnace
,
and
when
the
glazier
fixed
it
,
he
had
saved
them
yea
bucks
in
wasted
heating
oil
.
For
calling
his
attention
to
the
broken
pane
,
which
he
might
not
have
discovered
for
weeks
--
months
,
maybe
--
he
supposed
he
even
owed
Church
a
vote
of
thanks
.
Ellie
no
longer
wanted
Church
to
sleep
with
her
,
that
was
true
,
but
sometimes
when
she
was
watching
TV
,
she
would
let
the
cat
hop
up
on
her
lap
and
go
to
sleep
.
But
just
as
often
,
he
thought
,
hunting
through
the
bag
of
plastic
widgets
that
were
supposed
to
hold
Ellie
's
Bat-Cycle
together
,
she
would
push
him
down
after
a
few
minutes
,
saying
,
"
Go
on
,
Church
,
you
stink
.
"
She
fed
him
regularly
and
with
love
,
and
even
Gage
was
not
above
giving
old
Church
an
occasional
tail
tug
...
more
in
the
spirit
of
friendliness
than
in
one
of
meanness
,
Louis
was
convinced
;
he
was
like
a
tiny
monk
yanking
a
furry
bell
rope
.
At
these
times
Church
would
crawl
lackadaisically
under
one
of
the
radiators
where
Gage
could
n't
get
him
.
We
might
have
noticed
more
differences
with
a
dog
,
Louis
thought
,
but
cats
are
such
goddamn
independent
animals
anyway
.
Independent
and
odd
.
Fey
even
.
It
did
n't
surprise
him
that
the
old
Egyptian
queens
and
pharaohs
had
wanted
their
cats
mummified
and
popped
into
their
triangular
tombs
with
them
in
order
to
serve
as
spirit
guides
in
the
next
world
.
Cats
were
weird
.
"
How
you
doing
with
that
Bat-Cycle
,
Chief
?
"
He
held
out
the
finished
product
.
"
Ta-da
!
"
Rachel
pointed
at
the
bag
,
which
still
had
three
or
four
plastic
widgets
in
it
.
"
What
are
those
?
"
"
Spares
,
"
Louis
said
,
smiling
guiltily
.
