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Sure
--
she
just
wants
to
make
sure
I
do
n't
go
up
in
a
puff
of
smoke
,
Louis
thought
and
almost
smiled
.
But
then
that
thought
called
up
another
one
:
Oz
the
Gweat
and
Tewwible
.
And
the
smile
died
.
"
Yes
,
I
think
so
,
"
Louis
said
and
raised
a
hand
to
her
.
She
raised
hers
in
return
and
went
outside
then
in
a
swirl
of
navy
blue
dress
.
For
a
moment
Louis
was
uneasily
struck
by
how
adult
she
looked
.
It
was
the
sort
of
illusion
,
no
matter
how
fleeting
,
that
could
give
a
man
pause
.
"
You
guys
ready
?
"
one
of
the
nephews
asked
.
Louis
nodded
;
so
did
Norma
's
younger
brother
.
"
Take
it
easy
with
her
,
"
Jud
said
.
His
voice
had
roughened
.
Then
he
turned
away
and
walked
slowly
up
the
aisle
with
his
head
down
.
Louis
moved
to
the
back
left
corner
of
the
steel-gray
American
Eternal
coffin
Jud
had
chosen
for
his
wife
.
He
laid
hold
of
his
runner
and
the
four
of
them
slowly
carried
Norma
's
coffin
out
into
the
bright
still
cold
February
first
.
Someone
--
the
church
custodian
,
he
supposed
--
had
laid
down
a
good
bed
of
cinders
over
the
slippery
path
of
tamped
snow
.
At
the
curb
a
Cadillac
hearse
idled
white
exhaust
into
the
winter
air
.
The
funeral
director
and
his
husky
son
stood
beside
it
,
watching
them
,
ready
to
lend
a
hand
if
anyone
(
her
brother
,
perhaps
)
should
slip
or
flag
.
Jud
stood
beside
him
and
watched
as
they
slid
the
coffin
inside
.
"
Goodbye
,
Norma
,
"
he
said
and
lit
a
cigarette
.
"
I
'll
see
you
in
a
while
,
old
girl
.
"
Louis
slipped
an
arm
around
Jud
's
shoulders
,
and
Norma
's
brother
stood
close
by
on
his
other
side
,
crowding
the
mortician
and
his
son
into
the
background
.
The
burly
nephews
(
or
second
cousins
,
or
whatever
they
were
)
had
already
done
a
fade
,
the
simple
job
of
lifting
and
carrying
done
.
They
had
grown
distant
from
this
part
of
the
family
;
they
had
known
the
woman
's
face
from
photographs
and
a
few
duty
visits
perhaps
--
long
afternoons
spent
in
the
parlor
eating
Norma
's
cookies
and
drinking
Jud
's
beer
,
perhaps
not
really
minding
the
old
stories
of
times
they
had
not
lived
through
and
people
they
had
not
known
,
but
aware
of
things
they
could
have
been
doing
all
the
same
(
a
car
that
could
have
been
washed
and
Turtle-waxed
,
a
league
bowling
practice
,
maybe
just
sitting
around
the
TV
and
watching
a
boxing
match
with
some
friends
)
,
and
glad
to
be
away
when
the
duty
was
done
.
