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"
Gage
flyne
it
?
"
Gage
said
,
as
if
asking
not
his
father
but
himself
for
confirmation
.
He
pulled
the
string
experimentally
;
the
kite
nodded
in
the
windy
sky
.
Gage
pulled
the
string
harder
;
the
kite
swooped
.
Louis
and
his
son
laughed
together
.
Gage
reached
out
his
free
hand
,
groping
,
and
Louis
took
it
in
his
own
.
They
stood
together
that
way
in
the
middle
of
Mrs.
Vinton
's
field
,
looking
up
at
the
Vulture
.
It
was
a
moment
with
his
son
that
Louis
never
forgot
.
As
he
had
gone
up
and
into
the
kite
as
a
child
himself
,
he
now
found
himself
going
into
Gage
,
his
son
.
He
felt
himself
shrink
until
he
was
within
Gage
's
tiny
house
,
looking
out
of
the
windows
that
were
his
eyes
--
looking
out
at
a
world
that
was
so
huge
and
bright
,
a
world
where
Mrs.
Vinton
's
field
was
nearly
as
big
as
the
Bonneville
Salt
Flats
,
where
the
kite
soared
miles
above
him
,
the
string
drumming
in
his
fist
like
a
live
thing
as
the
wind
blew
around
him
,
tumbling
his
hair
.
"
Kite
flyne
!
"
Gage
cried
out
to
his
father
,
and
Louis
put
his
arm
around
Gage
's
shoulders
and
kissed
the
boy
's
cheek
,
in
which
the
wind
had
bloomed
a
wild
rose
.
"
I
love
you
,
Gage
,
"
he
said
--
it
was
between
the
two
of
them
,
and
that
was
all
right
.
And
Gage
,
who
now
had
less
than
two
months
to
live
,
laughed
shrilly
and
joyously
.
"
Kite
flyne
!
Kite
flyne
,
Daddy
!
"
They
were
still
flying
the
kite
when
Rachel
and
Ellie
came
home
.
He
and
Gage
had
gotten
it
so
high
that
they
had
nearly
run
out
the
string
,
and
the
face
of
the
Vulture
had
been
lost
;
it
was
only
a
small
black
silhouette
in
the
sky
.
Louis
was
glad
to
see
the
two
of
them
,
and
he
roared
with
laughter
when
Ellie
dropped
the
string
momentarily
and
chased
it
through
the
grass
,
catching
it
just
before
the
tumbling
,
unraveling
core
tube
gave
up
the
last
of
its
twine
.
But
having
them
around
also
changed
things
a
little
,
and
he
was
not
terribly
sorry
to
go
in
when
,
twenty
minutes
later
,
Rachel
said
she
believed
Gage
had
had
enough
of
the
wind
.
She
was
afraid
he
would
get
a
chill
.
So
the
kite
was
pulled
back
in
,
fighting
for
the
sky
at
every
turn
of
the
twine
,
at
last
surrendering
.
Louis
tucked
it
,
black
wings
,
buggy
bloodshot
eyes
,
and
all
,
under
his
arm
and
imprisoned
it
in
the
storage
closet
again
.
That
night
Gage
ate
an
enormous
supper
of
hot
dogs
and
beans
,
and
while
Rachel
was
dressing
him
in
his
Dr.
Dentons
for
bed
,
Louis
took
Ellie
aside
and
had
a
heart-to-heart
talk
with
her
about
leaving
her
marbles
around
.
Under
other
circumstances
,
he
might
have
ended
up
shouting
at
her
because
Ellie
could
turn
quite
haughty
--
insulting
,
even
--
when
accused
of
some
mistake
.
It
was
only
her
way
of
dealing
with
criticism
,
but
that
did
not
keep
it
from
infuriating
Louis
when
she
laid
it
on
too
thick
or
when
he
was
particularly
tired
.
But
this
night
the
kite
flying
had
left
him
in
a
fine
mood
,
and
Ellie
was
inclined
to
be
reasonable
.
She
agreed
to
be
more
careful
and
then
went
downstairs
to
watch
TV
until
8:30
,
a
Saturday
indulgence
she
treasured
.
Okay
,
that
's
out
of
the
way
,
and
it
might
even
do
some
good
.
Louis
thought
,
not
knowing
that
marbles
were
really
not
the
problem
,
and
chills
were
really
not
the
problem
,
that
a
large
Orinco
truck
was
going
to
be
the
problem
,
that
the
road
was
going
to
be
the
problem
...
as
Jud
Crandall
had
warned
them
it
might
be
on
that
first
day
of
August
.
