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"
Two
thousand
--
!
"
She
hugged
him
so
suddenly
and
so
tightly
that
he
almost
fell
down
the
stairs
.
"
Louis
,
you
're
crazy
!
"
"
Put
it
on
,
"
he
said
again
.
She
did
.
He
helped
her
with
the
clasp
,
and
then
she
turned
around
to
look
at
him
.
"
I
want
to
go
up
and
look
at
it
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
think
I
want
to
preen
.
"
"
Preen
away
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
'll
put
out
the
cat
and
get
the
lights
.
"
"
When
we
make
it
,
"
she
said
,
looking
directly
into
his
eyes
,
"
I
want
to
take
everything
off
except
this
.
"
"
Preen
in
a
hurry
,
then
,
"
Louis
said
,
and
she
laughed
.
He
grabbed
Church
and
draped
it
over
his
arm
--
he
did
n't
bother
much
with
the
broom
these
days
.
He
supposed
that
,
in
spite
of
everything
,
he
had
almost
gotten
used
to
the
cat
again
.
He
went
toward
the
entryway
door
,
turning
off
lights
as
he
went
.
When
he
opened
the
door
communicating
between
the
kitchen
and
garage
,
an
eddy
of
cold
air
swirled
around
his
ankles
.
"
Have
a
merry
Christmas
,
Ch
--
"
He
broke
off
.
Lying
on
the
welcome
mat
was
a
dead
crow
.
Its
head
was
mangled
.
One
wing
had
been
ripped
off
and
lay
behind
the
body
like
a
charred
piece
of
paper
.
Church
immediately
squirmed
out
of
Louis
's
arms
and
began
to
nuzzle
the
frozen
corpse
eagerly
.
As
Louis
watched
,
the
cat
's
head
darted
forward
,
its
ears
laid
back
,
and
before
he
could
turn
his
head
,
Church
had
ripped
out
one
of
the
crow
's
milky
,
glazed
eyes
.
