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The
warm
spell
broke
on
January
29
with
a
roar
.
There
was
a
blizzard
followed
by
a
week
of
numbing
subzero
weather
.
Louis
was
checking
the
mending
broken
arm
of
a
young
man
who
was
hoping
desperately
--
and
fruitlessly
,
in
Louis
's
opinion
--
that
he
would
be
able
to
play
baseball
that
spring
when
one
of
the
candy-stripers
poked
her
head
in
and
told
him
his
wife
was
on
the
telephone
.
Louis
went
into
his
office
to
take
the
call
.
Rachel
was
crying
,
and
he
was
instantly
alarmed
.
Ellie
,
he
thought
.
She
's
fallen
off
her
sled
and
broken
her
arm
.
Or
fractured
her
skull
.
He
thought
with
alarm
of
the
crazed
fraternity
boys
and
their
toboggan
.
"
It
is
n't
one
of
the
kids
,
is
it
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Rachel
?
"
"
No
,
no
,
"
she
said
,
crying
harder
.
"
Not
one
of
the
kids
.
It
's
Norma
,
Lou
.
Norma
Crandall
.
She
died
this
morning
.
Around
eight
o'clock
,
right
after
breakfast
,
Jud
said
.
He
came
over
to
see
if
you
were
here
and
I
told
him
you
'd
left
half
an
hour
ago
.
He
...
oh
,
Lou
,
he
just
seemed
so
lost
and
so
dazed
...
so
old
...
thank
God
Ellie
was
gone
and
Gage
is
too
young
to
understand
...
"
Louis
's
brow
furrowed
,
and
in
spite
of
this
terrible
news
he
found
it
was
Rachel
his
mind
was
going
out
to
,
seeking
,
trying
to
find
.
Because
here
it
was
again
.
Nothing
you
could
quite
put
your
finger
on
,
because
it
was
so
much
an
overall
attitudinal
fix
That
death
was
a
secret
,
a
terror
,
and
it
was
to
be
kept
from
the
children
,
above
all
to
be
kept
from
the
children
,
the
way
that
Victorian
ladies
and
gentlemen
had
believed
the
nasty
,
grotty
truth
about
sexual
relations
must
be
kept
from
the
children
.
"
Jesus
,
"
he
said
.
"
Was
it
her
heart
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
,
"
she
said
.
She
was
no
longer
crying
,
but
her
voice
was
choked
hoarse
.
"
Could
you
come
,
Louis
?
You
're
his
friend
,
and
I
think
he
needs
you
.
"
You
're
his
friend
.
Well
I
am
,
Louis
thought
with
a
small
touch
of
surprise
.
I
never
expected
to
have
an
eighty-year-old
man
for
a
buddy
,
but
I
guess
I
do
.
And
then
it
occurred
to
him
that
they
had
better
be
friends
,
considering
what
was
between
them
.
And
considering
that
,
he
supposed
that
Jud
had
known
they
were
friends
long
before
Louis
had
.
Jud
had
stood
by
him
on
that
one
,
and
in
spite
of
what
had
happened
since
,
in
spite
of
the
mice
,
in
spite
of
the
birds
,
Louis
felt
that
Jud
's
decision
had
probably
been
the
right
one
...
or
,
if
not
the
right
one
,
at
least
the
compassionate
one
.
He
would
do
what
he
could
for
Jud
now
,
and
if
it
meant
being
best
man
at
the
death
of
his
wife
,
he
would
be
that
.
