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"
You
do
that
,
"
Crandall
said
and
stood
up
.
"
How
's
that
beer
doing
?
I
believe
I
'll
go
in
for
a
slice
of
old
Mr.
Rat
after
all
.
"
"
Beer
's
gone
,
"
Louis
said
,
also
standing
,
"
and
I
ought
to
go
,
too
.
Big
day
tomorrow
.
"
"
Starting
in
at
the
university
?
"
Louis
nodded
.
"
The
kids
do
n't
come
back
for
two
weeks
,
but
by
then
I
ought
to
know
what
I
'm
doing
,
do
n't
you
think
?
"
"
Yeah
,
if
you
do
n't
know
where
the
pills
are
,
I
guess
you
'll
have
trouble
.
"
Crandall
offered
his
hand
and
Louis
shook
it
,
mindful
again
of
the
fact
that
old
bones
pained
easily
.
"
Come
on
over
any
evening
,
"
he
said
.
"
Want
you
to
meet
my
Norma
.
Think
she
'd
enjoy
you
.
"
"
I
'll
do
that
,
"
Louis
said
.
"
Nice
to
meet
you
,
Jud
.
"
"
Same
goes
both
ways
.
You
'll
settle
in
.
May
even
stay
awhile
.
"
"
I
hope
we
do
.
"
Louis
walked
down
the
crazy-paved
path
to
the
shoulder
of
the
road
and
had
to
pause
while
yet
another
truck
,
this
one
followed
by
a
line
of
five
cars
headed
in
the
direction
of
Bucksport
,
passed
by
.
Then
,
raising
his
hand
in
a
short
salute
,
he
crossed
the
street
(
road
,
he
reminded
himself
again
)
and
let
himself
into
his
new
house
.
