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Jud
brought
him
a
beer
from
the
fridge
,
his
face
still
red
and
blotchy
from
crying
.
"
A
bit
early
in
the
day
,
"
he
said
,
"
but
the
sun
's
over
the
yardarm
somewhere
in
the
world
and
under
the
circumstances
...
"
"
Say
no
more
,
"
Louis
told
him
and
opened
the
beer
.
He
looked
at
Jud
.
"
Shall
we
drink
to
her
?
"
"
I
guess
we
better
,
"
Jud
said
.
"
You
should
have
seen
her
when
she
was
sixteen
,
Louis
,
coming
back
from
church
with
her
jacket
unbuttoned
...
your
eyes
would
have
popped
.
She
could
have
made
the
devil
swear
off
drinking
.
Thank
Christ
she
never
asked
me
to
do
it
.
"
Louis
nodded
and
raised
his
beer
a
little
.
"
To
Norma
,
"
he
said
.
Jud
clinked
his
bottle
against
Louis
's
.
He
was
crying
again
but
he
was
also
smiling
.
He
nodded
.
"
May
she
have
peace
,
and
let
there
be
no
frigging
arthritis
wherever
she
is
.
"
"
Amen
,
"
Louis
said
,
and
they
drank
.
It
was
the
only
time
Louis
saw
Jud
progress
beyond
a
mild
tipsiness
,
and
even
so
he
did
not
become
incapacitated
.
He
reminisced
;
a
constant
stream
of
warm
memories
and
anecdotes
,
colorful
and
clear
and
sometimes
arresting
,
flowed
from
him
.
Yet
between
the
stories
of
the
past
,
Jud
dealt
with
the
present
in
a
way
Louis
could
only
admire
;
if
it
had
been
Rachel
who
had
simply
dropped
dead
after
her
grapefruit
and
morning
cereal
,
he
wondered
if
he
could
have
done
half
so
well
.
Jud
called
the
Brookings-Smith
Mortuary
in
Bangor
and
made
as
many
of
the
arrangements
as
he
could
by
telephone
;
he
made
an
appointment
to
come
in
the
following
day
and
make
the
rest
.
Yes
,
he
would
have
her
embalmed
;
he
wanted
her
in
a
dress
,
which
he
would
provide
;
yes
,
he
would
pick
out
underwear
;
no
,
he
did
not
want
the
mortuary
to
supply
the
special
shoes
which
laced
up
the
back
.
Would
they
have
someone
wash
her
hair
?
he
asked
.
She
washed
it
last
on
Monday
night
,
and
so
it
had
been
dirty
when
she
died
.
He
listened
,
and
Louis
,
whose
uncle
had
been
in
what
those
in
the
business
called
"
the
quiet
trade
,
"
knew
the
undertaker
was
telling
Jud
that
a
final
wash
and
set
was
part
of
the
service
rendered
.
Jud
nodded
and
thanked
the
man
he
was
talking
to
,
then
listened
again
.
Yes
,
he
said
,
he
would
have
her
cosmeticized
,
but
it
was
to
be
a
lightly
applied
layer
.
"
She
's
dead
and
people
know
it
,
"
he
said
,
lighting
a
Chesterfield
.
"
No
need
to
tart
her
up
.
"
The
coffin
would
be
closed
during
the
funeral
,
he
told
the
director
with
calm
authority
,
but
open
during
the
visiting
hours
the
day
before
.
She
was
to
be
buried
in
Mount
Hope
Cemetery
,
where
they
had
bought
plots
in
1951
.
He
had
the
papers
in
hand
and
gave
the
mortician
the
plot
number
so
that
the
preparations
could
begin
out
there
:
H-101
.
He
himself
had
H-102
,
he
told
Louis
later
on
.
He
hung
up
,
looked
at
Louis
,
and
said
,
"
Prettiest
cemetery
in
the
world
is
right
here
in
Bangor
,
as
far
as
I
'm
concerned
.
Crack
yourself
another
beer
,
if
you
want
,
Louis
.
All
of
this
is
going
to
take
awhile
.
