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Jud
's
part
of
the
family
was
in
the
past
now
,
as
far
as
they
were
concerned
;
it
was
like
an
eroded
planetoid
drifting
away
from
the
main
mass
,
dwindling
,
little
more
than
a
speck
.
The
past
.
Pictures
in
an
album
.
Old
stories
told
in
rooms
that
perhaps
seemed
too
hot
to
them
--
they
were
not
old
;
there
was
no
arthritis
in
their
joints
;
their
blood
had
not
thinned
.
The
past
was
runners
to
be
gripped
and
hefted
and
later
let
go
.
After
all
,
if
the
human
body
was
an
envelope
to
hold
the
human
soul
--
God
's
letters
to
the
universe
--
as
most
churches
taught
,
then
the
American
Eternal
coffin
was
an
envelope
to
hold
the
human
body
,
and
to
these
husky
young
cousins
or
nephews
or
whatever
they
were
,
the
past
was
just
a
dead
letter
to
be
filed
away
.
God
save
the
past
,
Louis
thought
and
shivered
for
no
good
reason
other
than
that
the
day
would
come
when
he
would
be
every
bit
unfamiliar
to
his
own
blood
--
his
own
grandchildren
if
Ellie
or
Gage
produced
kids
and
he
lived
to
see
them
.
The
focus
shifted
.
Family
lines
degenerated
.
Young
faces
looking
out
of
old
photographs
.
God
save
the
past
,
he
thought
again
and
tightened
his
grip
around
the
old
man
's
shoulders
.
The
ushers
put
the
flowers
into
the
back
of
the
hearse
.
The
electric
rear
window
rose
and
thumped
home
in
its
socket
.
Louis
went
back
to
where
his
daughter
was
,
and
they
walked
to
the
station
wagon
together
,
Louis
holding
Ellie
's
arm
so
she
would
n't
slip
in
her
good
shoes
with
the
leather
soles
.
Car
engines
were
starting
up
.
"
Why
are
they
putting
on
their
lights
,
Daddy
?
"
Ellie
asked
with
mild
wonder
.
"
Why
are
they
putting
on
their
lights
in
the
middle
of
the
day
?
"
"
They
do
it
,
"
Louis
began
and
heard
the
thickness
in
his
own
voice
,
"
to
honor
the
dead
,
Ellie
.
"
He
pulled
out
the
knob
that
turned
on
the
wagon
's
headlights
.
"
Come
on
.
"
They
were
going
home
at
last
,
the
graveside
ceremony
over
--
actually
it
was
held
at
the
small
Mount
Hope
Chapel
;
no
grave
would
be
dug
for
Norma
until
spring
--
when
Ellie
suddenly
burst
into
tears
.
Louis
glanced
at
her
,
surprised
but
not
particularly
alarmed
.
"
Ellie
,
what
is
it
?
"
