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"
Kite
's
flyne
,
Daddy
!
"
Gage
screamed
.
"
Yeah
,
look
at
it
go
!
"
Louis
bellowed
back
,
laughing
and
excited
.
He
payed
out
kite
twine
so
fast
that
the
string
grew
hot
and
branded
thin
fire
across
his
palm
.
"
Look
at
that
Vulture
,
Gage
!
She
's
goin
to
beat
shit
!
"
"
Beat-shit
!
"
Gage
cried
and
laughed
,
high
and
joyously
.
The
sun
sailed
out
from
behind
a
fat
gray
spring
cloud
,
and
the
temperature
seemed
to
go
up
five
degrees
almost
at
once
.
They
stood
in
the
bright
,
unreliable
warmth
of
March
straining
to
be
April
in
the
high
dead
grass
of
Mrs.
Vinton
's
field
;
above
them
the
Vulture
soared
up
toward
the
blue
,
higher
,
its
plastic
wings
spread
taut
against
that
steady
current
of
air
,
still
higher
,
and
as
he
had
done
as
a
child
,
Louis
felt
himself
going
up
to
it
,
going
into
it
,
staring
down
as
the
world
took
on
its
actual
shape
,
the
one
cartographers
must
see
in
their
dreams
;
Mrs.
Vinton
's
field
,
as
white
and
still
as
cobwebs
following
the
retreat
of
the
snow
,
not
just
a
field
now
but
a
large
parallelogram
bounded
by
rock
walls
on
two
of
its
sides
,
and
then
the
road
at
the
bottom
,
a
straight
black
seam
,
and
the
river
valley
--
the
Vulture
saw
it
all
with
its
soaring
,
bloodshot
eyes
.
It
saw
the
river
like
a
cool
gray
band
of
steel
,
chunks
of
ice
still
floating
in
it
;
on
the
other
side
it
saw
Hampden
,
Newburgh
,
Winterport
,
with
a
ship
at
dock
;
perhaps
it
saw
the
St.
Regis
Mill
at
Bucksport
below
its
steaming
fume
of
cloud
,
or
even
land
's
end
itself
,
where
the
Atlantic
pounded
the
naked
rock
.
"
Look
at
her
go
,
Gage
!
"
Louis
yelled
,
laughing
.
Gage
was
leaning
so
far
back
he
was
in
danger
of
toppling
over
.
A
huge
grin
covered
his
face
.
He
was
waving
to
the
kite
.
Louis
got
some
slack
and
told
Gage
to
hold
out
one
of
his
hands
.
Gage
did
,
not
even
looking
around
.
He
could
n't
take
his
eyes
from
the
kite
,
which
swung
and
danced
in
the
wind
and
raced
its
shadow
back
and
forth
across
the
field
.
Louis
wound
the
kite
string
twice
around
Gage
's
hand
and
now
he
did
look
down
,
comically
amazed
at
the
strong
tug
and
pull
.
"
What
!
"
he
said
.
"
You
're
flying
it
,
"
Louis
said
.
"
You
got
the
hammer
,
my
man
.
It
's
your
kite
.
"
